After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 88

At this moment, the voice of the dark-haired deity was still as familiar and composed as ever.

Each word was imbued with tenderness.

Just like his own personality.

The wear on his power had already made Chuyue’s consciousness somewhat chaotic, and things in front of him were blurry. He was hazily wondering in his mind.

Is it really possible?

To stay and not be trapped in the power anymore? The sensations he heard and saw through various barriers, he could try for himself.

In the end, the wear on his power did not lead to destruction but to slumber. The small white light orb firmly protected the shallow golden orb, surrounding him with familiar power. As his power-consolidated body dissipated and his consciousness was about to fall into slumber, he drowsily thought— it really might be possible.

What Brother said could be done.

Although he had been trying to protect Brother as well, Brother was right; he was still an unborn little kid.

In the end, in such a situation, he could still rely on Brother, right?

The phantom in his arms vanished.

A small portion of the mental power crystal, which had worn down to a white light orb, wrapped around the now motionless shallow golden mental power and flew back to Xinghui, merging into his body.

Immediately, Xinghui grunted.

The source power of the storm was continually consumed by his mental power, brightening up his vision considerably.

Xinghui’s mental power wrapped around him, shielding him from the surrounding storm’s power. His hair and clothing were fluttering, and he lowered his head, half-closing his eyes, slowly easing the throbbing pain in his head.

At this moment, Xinghui, suffering from a headache and dizziness, was reacting slowly. The storm’s roar had turned into meaningless howling.

Is it almost over?

Xinghui wondered.

Even though his power was antagonistic to the storm’s power, everything had been a bit too smooth.

Moreover, the cunning storm, which relied on malevolent power for survival, hadn’t even tried to shake him this time?

That was a bit strange.

But speaking of which, if the storm was growing dependent on negative emotions, could it be that it had found a new target?

Xinghui, in his daze, struggled to open his eyes.

Could it be? Could it be?

Surely a clingy demon race didn’t come in as well?

It seemed quite possible—

Before Xinghui could finish his thoughts.

The storm’s power seemed to be pulled by some other force, torn apart and split to the sides.

Xinghui was stunned as he met a pair of crimson eyes.

The tall demon race seemed to have gone through a fierce battle.

He was gasping heavily, his black wings hanging limply behind him, and the storm’s aura wrapped around him.

Unlike deities, the demon race’s power did not counteract the storm. Instead, the storm’s power aggravated the genetic illness of the interstellar races, making their situation even more difficult.

Yuanyuan’s wings were drooping, his black hair disheveled, covered in bloodstains, and he emitted a bloody smell. When he saw Xinghui, he even managed a smile.

His voice was hoarse, calling out the deity’s name boldly.

There was a stubbornness and lingering affection in his hoarseness.

“Xinghui.”

To ordinary people, deities were like stars in the sky, but he hadn’t heard the words. Deep down, he was rebellious and stubborn, wanting to pull the stars down into his embrace.

With this thought.

This guy had somehow relied on the treatment Xinghui had previously given him for his genetic illness to last until now.

He had also consumed some of the storm’s power, making it easier for Xinghui to act.

No need to think about other things anymore. This person was already in front of him.

Xinghui felt that since coming to the demon race’s side, his frequency of cursing had skyrocketed.

He even had a bit of hope in his heart that he could get out eventually.

He didn’t even know when this guy had followed him.

What if something went wrong? What if he lost the battle with the storm and something went wrong? What if he lost consciousness completely and didn’t even know that Yuanyuan had followed him in? By the time he woke up, this guy might have already been dead in this space for a long time!

Too many uncertainties, too many of them, and no need for Xinghui to say more.

No wonder he felt relatively relaxed overall; it turned out that besides him, the storm had to deal with an ‘insane dog’ that had barged in recklessly.

How crazy, how dare he?

The storm’s roar grew closer, no longer just an ** in his ear, but a completely frantic sound echoing throughout the space.

“The deity doesn’t care about you at all, useless effort, useless effort, all useless effort! He’s going to abandon you; he’s just using you!”

Such voices were accompanied by meaningless whispers and repetitions, like some sort of mental pollution, constantly droning in his ears.

And Yuanyuan had already torn open the surrounding storm’s power, bathing in blood, stepping closer to him.

“The storm relies on negative emotions to exist. Don’t listen to its words; it wants to make you collapse to use your negative emotions to escape.”

Given the situation, there was too much that wasn’t suitable to say. Xinghui quickly explained to Yuanyuan.

Yuanyuan stood in front of him without speaking, his crimson eyes fixed on him like a large beast stalking its prey.

Others might have been frightened by his stare, terrified.

Xinghui, however, didn’t feel that way. He looked at Yuanyuan as if he were a distressed ‘little bird’.

Especially those drooping wings, with blood dripping down from his dark feathers.

Xinghui couldn’t help but reach out to touch his wings.

“What happened to your wings?”

Yuanyuan didn’t speak but took advantage of Xinghui’s hand reaching to touch his wings to pull the black-haired youth into his embrace.

The smell of blood was even more overwhelming now.

The storm was now exhausted, its furious howls using up its last bit of strength, attempting to attack Xinghui again.

But it was still blocked by the remaining bit of Xinghui’s mental power.

The entire space slowly quieted down.

Xinghui clearly felt that the storm was about to dissipate.

And he, too, had expended so much power that he would need to sleep for a while.

After all, both he and Chuyue’s source powers were almost depleted, and it was uncertain when they would wake.

But the duty was fulfilled.

The little deity let out a deep breath, accepting the embrace from his believer.

“Once the storm dissipates, this space will also slowly disappear. We’re unsure where we’ll end up in the starry realm, and I might need to sleep for a while. Don’t worry.”

“Xinghui.”

The demon race finally spoke again.

“Will you wake up?”

Although he hadn’t let the storm’s words lead to a breakdown, Yuanyuan hadn’t ignored everything.

“After the storm ends, the deity will gradually weaken and disappear because they have no other attachment to the world—”

His arms held tightly.

“Xinghui, will you wake up?”

Do you have any attachments in this world?

Will you leave once the storm ends?

The unspoken words made the meaning very clear.

Does he qualify as something Xinghui would be attached to here?

When the storm’s source power shattered completely, the dark-haired deity adjusted into a more comfortable position.

How audacious.

“Yes.”

The response to Xinghui was the demon race’s even tighter grip and the last bit of storm power, which had gone completely mad.

With the storm’s source power gone, it had basically lost consciousness, leaving only the final resentment and anger towards Xinghui, which made the last of the power furiously attack both Xinghui and Yuanyuan.

Yuanyuan, with his broken wings, strained to hold the black-haired youth in his embrace.

He prepared to endure the storm’s final surge.

But he was mentally prepared.

Xinghui’s residual mental power also changed with the storm’s power. It reached Yuanyuan quickly, forming a thin divine barrier that isolated the storm’s power.

Yuanyuan was stunned, watching the white light orb floating in the air.

The orb was now only as big as a pinky finger, and the power and aura coming from it were very familiar.

It was the power of a certain aloof little deity.

As the power slowly dissipated, it flew closer to him.

Yuanyuan could actually sense a soft emotion from the orb.

It seemed like the small orb happily brushed against his cheek.

Afterwards, it shyly hid in his collar, leaving only a glimpse of light visible.

So cute.

This is Xinghui’s power? Expressing Xinghui’s emotions?

So, so enthusiastic?

But before Yuanyuan could savor it, he watched as the small light orb gradually disappeared.

It was canceling out with the last bit of storm power behind him.

Xinghui had calculated everything perfectly.

The small orb swayed gently.

As if to say: I promised to protect you, so I will protect you.

He’s really amazing!

Yuanyuan held Xinghui with one hand and reached out with the other to grasp the small light orb.

Even though he knew it was just a bit of Xinghui’s power.

But seeing it vanish before his eyes, Yuanyuan couldn’t remain indifferent.

At this moment, the space, which had been calming down, suddenly underwent violent changes again.

But this time, it was not the purple-red power turning black, but rather a slightly dim starry glow.

Like pieces of nebula, with twinkling stars dotted throughout.

The moment the power tore apart the space, it ruthlessly pressed the last bit of storm power down and pounded it.

The clawing storm power vanished instantly.

Yuanyuan grew wary.

He held Xinghui close and moved sideways.

What appeared in the torn space was—the Abyss.

Wasn’t the Abyss severely injured and already in slumber?

Why did it suddenly wake up?

“Child—child—Xinghui—woo woo woo—child.”

When the Abyss arrived, it was still echoing with multiple voices.

Crying, madness, obsession.

“I was wrong—Mama was wrong—wrong woo woo woo—”

Among the countless stars, it seemed as though a pair of eyes were fixed directly on Xinghui, held in Yuanyuan’s arms.

In the eyes of the Abyss.

The misunderstood and neglected child was curled up in sleep, still tightly holding another weaker power in his embrace.

It was another child she had once nurtured but had never truly seen.

“Woo woo woo—”

The crying grew heavier.

The already fragmented nebula appeared even more twisted.

Although it was not very considerate, at this moment, Yuanyuan really wanted to say—What took you so long?

Regretting now?

Xinghui had truly borne so much.

Now that he had to fall into slumber, she came to cry and regret.

The demon race and the Abyss had always been at odds.

Yuanyuan was even more dissatisfied with the Abyss because of Xinghui.

And now, with the storm dissipating and the Abyss already severely injured, her power was already weak. It had been dragging out time while in slumber. Now, Yuanyuan only saw countless stars gathering to lift the scattered mental power of Xinghui, sending the white mental power back into Xinghui’s body.

Yuanyuan could visibly see that Xinghui’s expression had calmed significantly.

Then, in the next moment, the starry light within the Abyss flickered violently, and the space where the storm had hidden was shattered in an instant, breaking into semi-transparent fragments.

Those fragments seemed to reflect other spaces, and everyone watching didn’t know what had happened, looking up at the sky, watching the storm dissipate, and only began to gasp after a moment.

As the space fragments completely disappeared, the sound of rebirth and hope emerged.

**Author’s Note:**

Yuanyuan: So pitiful, needs to be petted, hugged, and kissed!