After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 90

Everyone looked up at the sky.

 

As the stars faded behind the brilliance, layers of warm white light permeated, turning the starry sky into daylight.

 

At this point, the Abyss had completely dissipated.

 

Xinghui’s fingertips trembled lightly for a moment.

 

Then he lowered his gaze, exhausted, still leaning against Yuanyuan’s embrace.

 

“It’s over?”

 

Yuanyuan himself felt no real sense of it.

 

“The storm is gone too?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Xinghui answered softly.

 

“It’s over. Although we don’t know if new disasters will appear in the future and if there will be new forces of resistance, it is indeed over now. Whether it is the storm, the Abyss, or the deities, they will not appear again in the future.”

 

After all, the Abyss was the mother of the small deity in his arms, so Yuanyuan said, “The Abyss was quite responsible.”

 

Like the deities, the Abyss also remembered its duties.

 

“She never failed in her responsibilities.”

 

The Abyss’s duty was initially to resist the storm, then to nurture deities, allowing them to traverse the starry sea and eliminate the storm’s aftereffects. However, this Abyss did more than that. She withstood numerous natural disasters, protected many people, and despite Xinghui having disagreements with the Abyss in some aspects, those starry citizens who were protected by the Abyss had no right to question her online.

 

Yuanyuan carefully supported Xinghui’s body, sent a message to the nearby demon starships, and then glanced at the golden fragment Xinghui held in his hand, his expression slightly complex.

 

Other races in the vicinity quickly arrived at this moment.

 

The area of the Abyss’s main body was so vast that from afar, it looked like a great expanse of the universe.

 

At this moment, it was as if the vast starry sky before them was dissipating, completely replaced by daylight, and the voice of the Abyss disappeared as well.

 

This was a severe blow to the interstellar races that had always relied on the Abyss for survival.

 

Everyone was too far away to hear the conversation between Xinghui and Yuanyuan, and had no idea what had happened. At this moment, even Yuanquan looked anxious.

 

“Let’s go. Can you still walk? Are you okay?”

 

Xinghui didn’t want to deal with these people anyway, and now that he had no responsibilities, he was even less inclined to bother with them.

 

The black-haired youth took the opportunity to steady his mind and peeked behind Yuanyuan.

 

Seeing the bent wings, Xinghui felt a pang of distress.

 

Yuanyuan: …

 

“Of course I’m fine.”

 

He was more than fine, though he feared that saying so might frighten Xinghui.

 

Despite such injuries, his voice was still strong, and he was full of life.

 

It must be said, the demons really were tough.

 

Or rather, Yuanyuan himself was tough?

 

Xinghui narrowed his eyes and looked at Yuanyuan again.

 

Just as they were talking and preparing to leave and find a place to wait for the demon starships, the approaching crowd prevented Xinghui from resting.

 

Many of those crowding around were still gazing at the sky, unable to believe what they had seen. Even when the Abyss was heavily injured, they had never imagined it would disappear.

 

At this moment, everyone was utterly bewildered.

 

Yuanlin seized this gap and directly called out to Xinghui.

 

He had initially gone out with his people to block Xinghui, especially since the Clans only had him and his brother left after the Abyss’s anomaly. This crucial matter, combined with Yuanlin’s recent mischief, led Yuanquan to have him brought back.

 

Now that the moment was right for Yuanlin, he stared intently at the black-haired deity beside the demons.

 

Since Xinghui left, Yuanlin had missed every opportunity to meet him due to various coincidences.

 

This was the first time since Xinghui’s departure that they had met outside the light screen.

 

The black-haired deity seemed unchanged compared to half a year ago.

 

But Yuanlin could see that after recovering his mental power, Xinghui’s demeanor was even more composed, giving off an aura of pressure that was not present before.

 

“The Abyss is gone?”

 

“Are you blind?”

 

Yuanyuan, still dripping with blood, smiled as he spoke.

 

“A huge Abyss has disappeared, and you still can’t see? Do you need to ask others?”

 

His words were always blunt, especially towards the Clans who were at odds with the demons.

 

His two sentences easily left others speechless.

 

“What about the storm?!”

 

“The Abyss is gone? What about genetic diseases? Pollution will be uncontrollable; no one will survive, right?!”

 

It was Yuanyuan’s confirmation that led all the races into deeper panic.

 

“There’s only the deity left—”

 

Someone said, though it was unclear who.

 

“There’s only the deity left.”

 

And in the entire galaxy, the only deity capable of resisting the storm pollution and genetic diseases was Xinghui.

 

So all eyes turned to Xinghui again, with expressions of hope, eagerness, and suppressed emotions.

 

Especially from Mo Jiuze.

 

He had seen the golden figure appear in the air.

 

That was another deity.

 

It was like another slap in his face.

 

The figure he had seen in his dazed state was even less likely to be Yuejian.

 

And who it was, was probably the shadow of the deity formed by the power that gave birth to deities, from start to finish, it was his own self-delusion.

 

The supposed redemption was not redemption at all and he had completely mistaken the object.

 

Confirming this again did not lessen the pain.

 

In fact, it made it worse.

 

Now, he still harbored a small hope, watching Xinghui.

 

Xinghui seemed to look at them with confusion.

 

The young man had smooth and beautiful jawline, with a pair of pitch-black eyes, clear and bright. His short black hair was stirred by the wind, and the stray hairs mixed in with the short hair were more sensitive to the wind, swaying up and down.

 

“You’re a deity. You won’t ignore this galaxy, will you?”

 

The one speaking was Yuanlin.

 

He stared intently at Xinghui, taking a few steps forward with an odd, eager look in his eyes.

 

To Xinghui, Yuanlin had never seemed normal in his memory.

 

Xinghui did not respond to these remarks. He glanced at Yuanyuan’s communicator, checking when the nearest demon starship would arrive.

 

Now that everything was resolved, it was time to go home.

 

“The storm, genetic diseases, pollution—aren’t these all your responsibilities? You are the only deity capable of saving everyone,” Yuanlin took another step forward. “If you ignore this, how is that different from the Abyss or the deities who abandoned the demons for not being obedient or devout? Aren’t you the one who values your divine responsibilities the most?”

 

Yuanquan frowned slightly upon hearing this and took a step forward.

 

But in the end, he could not bring himself to tell Xinghui to leave and ignore them.

 

Whether the Abyss or the deities, for a long time, they had been not only their protection for survival but also their spiritual support.

 

When the Abyss was in slumber and the deities were far from them, everyone felt that anxiety and couldn’t even smile.

 

For other races, they were still immersed in the bewilderment and helplessness of the Abyss’s disappearance. To them, Xinghui was their last hope, so they did not refute Yuanlin’s words, but looked at Xinghui with even more eagerness.

 

As long as Xinghui agreed, they still had a chance.

 

Before Xinghui could speak,

 

Yuanyuan, hearing this, was quite tempted to hit someone.

 

He covered Xinghui’s mouth with one hand to prevent the frowning little deity from speaking, and chuckled.

 

“What’s this? The demons have been living like this for thousands of years, and now you can’t do it? Do you not know what you’ve done? Now you come here to moralize? As if you don’t know my deity’s belief in mutual trust, what do you want? For Xinghui to get faith from us and then come over to save you?”

 

What a big face!

 

“We don’t need much,” Yuanlin also smiled, but his smile was twisted and strange. “At least give us a way to survive, right? You can’t just refuse us a chance to make mistakes. Isn’t this the time for you to prove that you are better than that false deity Yuejian?”

 

“Lord Deity,” the Elf Queen finally stepped forward to interrupt, speaking in a more diplomatic tone, “The words of the Clans do not represent our elves. We don’t want to demand anything from you due to your responsibilities; we only hope that you might occasionally help us. The barren star systems lack many things. We can reach a cooperation. Please give us another chance.”

 

Xinghui was being held with Yuanyuan’s hand covering his mouth.

 

He reached up to pull Yuanyuan’s hand away.

 

Some people really overstep their bounds and become audacious; it was one thing to call names before, but now, not only did they call names, they even dared to cover his mouth. What do they plan to do next?

 

“It’s true that if you lack ability and can’t compete with your elder brother, it’s correct to try other directions, but seeking presence in ways that annoy others is your fault,” Xinghui looked directly at Yuanlin. “Don’t always drag others into your problems.”

 

Xinghui’s calm yet imposing gaze made Yuanlin fall silent instantly.

 

With only two members left in the Clans, Yuanquan was honored, while Yuanlin was rarely mentioned.

 

Xinghui had long realized Yuanlin’s mindset issues, especially when he saw Yuejian’s strong abilities while realizing he had none. It was as if he imagined himself alongside Yuanquan, and the more he fell short compared to Yuejian, the more satisfaction he derived from their relationship.

 

The gap between twin deities, with one having no power, made him feel like he could find balance from his relationship with Yuanquan by listening to these comments.

 

The demon starship had begun to slowly descend from the sky, with a small starship already departing from the main ship, heading towards Xinghui and Yuanyuan.

 

“As for the answer you want, regarding my responsibilities.”

 

Xinghui suddenly smiled.

 

The black-haired deity rarely smiled, especially not in such a relaxed manner.

 

Everyone anxiously and blankly stared at Xinghui, as if awaiting a judgment.

 

“You haven’t noticed that since earlier, you haven’t been affected by storm pollution at all? Even delays should be noticeable, right?”

 

All the races were stunned, with some murmuring.

 

They had indeed noticed.

 

But—

 

“No, it’s because the Abyss has disappeared, and the storm has dissipated. The era of deities has come to an end. From now on, I am only their deity, no longer the deity of this galaxy, with no responsibilities or obligations to do anything for you.”

 

Thus, their fantasies of a returning spiritual pillar and any possibility of compensation had no relation to them anymore.

 

The black-haired deity’s slight smile completely dragged their small hopes and remaining chances into the Abyss.

 

“You have no relation to me anymore.”

 

**Author’s Note:**

 

Yuanyuan: Yay! The struggle is over; time to go home and get married!

 

Xinghui: Audacious!

 

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The main plotline is basically wrapped up, with just a bit of daily life and construction left to conclude.

 

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