Chapter 394: The Battle of the Gods (Part 2)
At this moment, Yang Potian's mind felt infinitely clear, as if he were witnessing a miraculous phenomenon.
In his consciousness, a scene of primordial chaos unfolded, where a spherical form gradually coalesced from the void. As the sphere grew, it transformed into something vast, akin to a celestial body.
Over time, this barren star began to develop elements under the radiance of sunlight. Rivers and lakes formed, giving way to the growth of plants. After eons, animals emerged, evolving slowly but steadily.
The planet became teeming with life, brimming with vitality. Over countless millennia, among the myriad life forms, soul beasts and other creatures came into being. Eventually, humans emerged, appearing as the pinnacle of evolution among the countless species.
Among these creatures, after endless cycles of conflict, a supreme being was born. It was an enormous dragon radiating seven-colored light. As it grew, it mastered nine attributes, ultimately ascending to godhood and uniting the entire world under its rule.
This being was the Dragon God, whose name echoed through the heavens. It established the God Realm atop the foundation of Douluo Star, achieving unprecedented power.
However, as with all things, where there is rise, there must be fall. Strife escalated on the planet, leading to increased bloodshed among its inhabitants. With the advent of devastating weapons and destructive behaviors, species began to vanish, and life returned to its most primal state—complete extinction.
This cycle of life and destruction repeated endlessly. After every annihilation, life was reborn anew, only to face destruction again. Within these cycles, concepts of good and evil emerged, constantly shifting and intertwining.
After countless repetitions, a higher power appeared—the power of creation. Whether it was good or evil, life or destruction, or even endless slaughter, all of it stemmed from this immense creative force—a force akin to the act of creation itself.
As this understanding solidified in Yang Potian's mind, it condensed into a singularity of infinite potential. It was as though a brand-new world had formed within him.
With his transformation complete, Yang Potian's physical body underwent drastic changes. His soul bones fused into his form, creating an armor-like shell that enveloped him. When the armor merged seamlessly into his body, it began to emit radiant red light. His hair turned golden, glowing like the sun, and each strand radiated an aura of mystic power.
The Asura Demonic Sword, once exuding a ferocious killing intent, now seemed calm and restrained, its previous blood-red hue fading into a golden luster.
Yang Potian himself emanated a fiery radiance, his entire being glowing with golden light, like a blazing sun.
Though he had yet to fully awaken, Yang Potian could sense a faint call from somewhere far away. It was a presence akin to his own, as if tied to him by blood—a connection that felt both like a plea for help and the comforting bond between parent and child.
Slowly opening his eyes, Yang Potian's gaze shone like twin stars. Golden beams shot into the sky, causing the heavens to shift and the earth to tremble, as if the world itself were being reborn.
In that instant, his body radiated boundless light, illuminating all of Douluo Star. The glow reached even the farthest corners of the Sun Moon Continent and the deepest trenches of the sea. Everyone felt the presence of a god, exuding an aura of warmth and protection, akin to a father's embrace.
Yang Potian felt an unparalleled surge of power. He realized that he had become one with Douluo Star, sensing every shift and change within it. The planet's emotions resonated with him, as if he had become its very heart.
The Golden Tree, once brimming with life, swayed toward Yang Potian. Its motions were gentle, like a mother beckoning her child, filling him with a profound sense of kinship.
Meanwhile, on the battlefield at Wuhun City, the three combatants—Tang San, Bibi Dong, and Qian Renxue—fought with earth-shattering intensity, their battle seemingly unending.
Suddenly, an overpowering energy surged from an unknown location. The three paused mid-battle, their instincts telling them that this newly emerged presence far surpassed their own, capable of delivering a fatal blow to even gods.
Even the Silver Dragon King, who had been watching calmly, felt an inexplicable unease. She recognized the source of the divine power and its owner, but even with her formidable strength, she could not ignore the sense of imminent threat.
Among those present, Qian Renxue was the most astonished. Though uncertain, she touched her abdomen, sensing that the baby within her was also awakening—its aura carrying a faint connection to the newly risen divine power.
In the God Realm, the gathered deities observed the central mirror, which now showed only Yang Potian's transformed state. Even these exalted beings felt a rare sense of unease.
After a long silence, the Asura God broke into laughter. "Evil, it seems you've truly lost this time. Behold my successor, the new Asura God. What do you think of him now?"
The Evil God King's expression darkened, tinged with reluctance. "And so what? That boy indeed has limitless potential, but his current strength is far from enough to defeat the Silver Dragon King. Besides, we gods wouldn't allow him to fight her yet."
The Asura God sneered. "Evil, are you afraid of losing face? While it's true Yang Potian has inherited my position, it's clear that his potential far surpasses mine. Given time, he will undoubtedly surpass us all."
The Evil God King scowled. "That may be so, but he still has a long way to go. And you? You've already passed on your godhood—why are you still lingering here?"
Shaking his head, the Asura God silently left the chamber, acknowledging that the God Realm was no longer his domain.
Back in Wuhun City, Yang Potian's figure appeared above the battlefield in a flash of golden light. His mere presence exuded majesty, as if a divine monarch had descended.
Glancing at the battlefield, strewn with countless corpses and drenched in blood, he turned to Qian Renxue and spoke softly. "Apologies, Xue'er. I arrived late. Leave the rest to me."
The battle of the gods was far from over, and perhaps, the time to challenge the heavens themselves was drawing near.
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