Chapter 974: The True Form of the Origin Divine (1/2)
The scene in front of him was just an illusion, it wasn’t real. But as Lu Yun watched the children playing around, he couldn’t muster up any hatred within him against the chaos creatures. They were just protecting who they needed to protect.
There was no right or wrong at play here, just different perspectives.
There was no energy of a realm within the world of the dao palace—any of the ancient immortals who’d never experienced the void realm would suffocate to death in a place like this. But after ascending from the void realm, immortals possessed a minor world inside their bodies and could draw upon the energy of a world at any time. There was no difference to them standing here than in the outside world.
“Are you humans?” Something suddenly occurred to Lu Yun as he looked at the beings in the scene.
Since this was an illusion, it was based on reality. The beings in the mirage were just ordinary life forms who would present their true selves to whoever looked at them and not take the form of whichever race was looking at them.
“Humans?” sounded the female voice again. “We call ourselves the sacred race. Our form isn’t that much different from yours.”
Faint ripples spread throughout the air as a young woman with cerulean hair, dressed in a blue silk dress, quietly appeared beside Lu Yun.
He understood; there were commonalities between life in all aspects. If humans existed in the realms, then there would be corresponding human-shaped lifeforms in the chaos.
“Since our shapes are similar, why can’t you exist in our realm?” Lu Yun frowned.
“And why can’t the ordinary people among you survive in our chaos?” the young girl quietly returned. “If we depart this zone in which the boundary of a realm extends into the chaos, we enter a territory in which nothing else can survive other than what you call chaos creatures. Even you wouldn’t be able to.”
“But does that mean we have to be mutually exclusive? Does it have to be either your death or mine? Isn’t there any other way to resolve this?” Lu Yun’s frown deepened.
“Indeed, we’ve asked ourselves this question many times before and tried proceeding in that direction. But the end result is always death, no matter if we enter a world or have you enter our chaos. The injuries that backlash onto us are far more serious as well.
“Beings from your worlds that have reached the chaos cultivation realm can survive in the chaos, but for us, we are always immediately slain by the energy of a realm no matter how high we reach,” the girl murmured to herself. “This dao palace was created a very, very long time ago by several masters of the sacred race. It was the last shelter of our race… in a time when the entire chaos was almost swallowed by an unfathomably vast realm. Back then, we would’ve died the second we left the dao palace.
“Do you find our actions reprehensible?” The girl smiled. “You’ve done the same to us first, and on a worse scale. The beings of that vast realm sought to ensure the development of their world and quash our resistance. To that end, they entered the chaos and tried to exterminate us through genocide.”
Lu Yun fell silent.
“But we were victorious in the end. Masters from our six great tribes sacrificed themselves to destroy the boundless realm that’d almost snuffed out the chaos. That was how we managed to survive.
“We learned our lessons from that experience, that we should spare no effort to destroy any worlds that are born from the chaos,” the girl’s tones were calm. “We are not enemies, you and I, just competitors in our bids for survival.”
It is either your death, or mine.
Lu Yun looked at the young girl in front of him. She, too, was an illusion—her true body wasn’t here or even inside the dao palace. She was likely in the far off chaos and one of the ultimate masters she’d spoken of.
After an indeterminable moment, the illusory world in front of him faded away, revealing a palace built from bones. Massive and pure resentment floated within the stark-white bones, nurturing a gigantic spirit of resentment that sat on top of a throne of bone, loftily looking down on Lu Yun.
The spirit had manifested a physical body and gray, black, scarlet, and purple lights sparkled over it. Dead spirits traveled in and out of its form.
“You’re the thing next on the hierarchy after the purple bale spirits.” A harsh light flashed through Lu Yun’s eyes, replacing the resignation from earlier. A wrathful killing intent blossomed in his heart, the only thing on his mind now to kill the enemy in front of him.