Within the rift in space, two figures darted back and forth.
Aina’s silver-white hair streamed through the spatial turbulence, while crimson magic formed a protective barrier around her.
“The Chaos Demon God… has appeared again.” Aina’s voice remained clearly audible despite the howling of the spatial currents, though a trace of solemnity colored her tone.
“What? Wasn’t he just…” Xia Lun’s pupils suddenly contracted. He clearly remembered the sight of the Mechanical Prophet incinerating everything with the Annihilation Cannon the previous night. The beam of energy had pierced the void, illuminating the entire starfield as though it were broad daylight.
Moreover, Aina had thoroughly inspected the area afterward. Not a trace had been left behind.
“Our current theory is that the Chaos Demon God who emerges each year to devour civilizations isn’t the true body, but merely a fragment of it.” Aina drew a deep breath, a complex light flickering in her crimson eyes. “A portion of its true body has always remained behind… perhaps even a very large portion. That’s why it emerges at regular intervals every year.”
“Hiss—”
Xia Lun couldn’t help sucking in a cold breath. A chill shot from his spine straight to the back of his head.
That enormous body, which had stretched across dozens of kilometers, was actually only a fragment of the Chaos Demon God’s true form?
How enormous, then, was its complete body?
“Its true body may not be as large as the one we saw yesterday… but what matters more is the energy it contains.” Aina seemed to see through Xia Lun’s thoughts. “That thing can grow stronger by devouring any energy from outside itself. It’s a simple and easy-to-understand ability, but also the most troublesome and utterly invincible one.”
After all, it had remained hidden from the end of the Void Era until now. No one knew exactly how much it had devoured.
Even after the clan patriarch’s death, during the Chaotic Era, while the Goddess was still alive, the Chaos Demon God had cautiously refrained from making a move.
Only after Aina killed the Goddess did it begin investigating this world. The evil god known as Fictional Truth then began to emerge.
No matter what world an existence came from, so long as it offered a sacrifice capable of satisfying Fictional Truth, he would essentially descend in person.
It was easy to imagine just how many resources the Chaos Demon God had obtained and devoured under that identity.
If the speculation of those gods was correct, then the Chaos Demon God’s current strength had unquestionably reached a terrifying level.
Xia Lun couldn’t help recalling the dream he had once experienced.
The Angel Clan Patriarch had wielded a spear blazing with pure light, piercing the body of the Chaos Demon God King…
Even an existence like the Angel Clan Patriarch had failed to completely eradicate the Chaos Evil God. Would they really be able to do it?
But as long as that creature continued to exist, it would remain a hidden threat to the world—a sword of Damocles hanging over their heads.
Stepping out of the spatial rift, Aina brought Xia Lun back to the Hall of the Stars.
“Scarlet Goddess, you’ve arrived.”
The Arcane Sage hovered in midair. Unsettling light flashed through the spell arrays revolving around him, as though he had been waiting here for quite some time.
Xia Lun glanced around. Quite a few more people had gathered in the Hall of the Stars than last time.
The Mechanical Prophet and the familiar faces from the Fallen Years were all present.
Besides them, there were many beings Xia Lun had never seen before—several lifeforms covered entirely in crystal, a few figures that seemed to be composed of pure energy, and even a mysterious existence shrouded in a halo, whose true appearance was impossible to make out.
Yet nearly everyone’s gaze was fixed on Aina, as though they had completely overlooked Xia Lun beside her.
“What’s the situation?” Aina got straight to the point.
“Not optimistic.” The energy field around the Arcane Sage released a dazzling red glow, staining the nearby area with an ominous hue. “Dozens of worlds have come under attack by the Chaos Demon God. Although none of the attacks have matched the intensity of last night’s, the number of affected locations is simply too great.”
“We’ve already sent many people to provide support,” the Mechanical Prophet said calmly. “Those gathered in the Hall of the Stars now are all the personnel who can still be deployed.”
Those present were, for the most part, among the highest-level civilizations in the universe. They were capable of interstellar travel and could come here to attend a meeting.
In truth, ninety-nine percent of the civilizations in the universe were still bound by the gravity of their home planets, without even the qualifications to sit at the table and speak.
But the Chaos Demon God cared nothing for such distinctions. Even planets that had yet to develop sufficiently contained enough energy for it to devour.
“Has that thing gone mad?” Aina said, her brows tightly furrowed.
It had actually launched invasions against dozens of civilizations at once. The Chaos Evil God had clearly placed itself in opposition to every living being in the universe.
“If it hasn’t gone mad, then the truth is even more frightening.” The Arcane Sage waved his casting device, and terrifying fluctuations rippled through the energy field surrounding him. “It means that after yesterday’s probing attack, it no longer considers us worthy of concern.”
Three exclamation marks materialized above the Mechanical Prophet’s head, expressing the shock in his heart.
“I’d like to see exactly what gave it such confidence.” Aina let out a cold snort. A crimson staff had already condensed in her hand. “Tell me the cosmic coordinates of every location under attack.”
A point of light emerged from the Arcane Sage’s casting device. It was a fragment of memory. Aina seized it and refined it in an instant.
Countless star charts flashed through her eyes, and she memorized all the coordinates.
“Xia Lun, let’s go.”
Aina held the staff in one hand and took Xia Lun’s hand with the other before plunging headfirst into a spatial rift that had suddenly appeared before them.
The remaining gods in the Hall of the Stars exchanged glances, falling into silence for a moment.
“Is the Scarlet Goddess planning to deal with all of them by herself?” the Mechanical Prophet suddenly asked, breaking the silence.
“Even if her strength is extraordinary, there’s no way she can—”
The Arcane Sage’s words abruptly cut off.
On the tactical map he had conjured, the red points marking the locations invaded by the Chaos Evil God were visible. One of them suddenly went dark, like a spark snuffed out between two fingers.
Before long, another red point gradually dimmed as well.
“It hasn’t even been three minutes…” A lifeform composed of crystal exclaimed. Its body refracted a riot of colors from the shock. “Is this the power of the Scarlet Goddess?”
“How dependable.” The usually unshakable voice of the Fallen Years seemed to waver for the first time.
“We’re setting out as well. Prioritize the planets farthest from the Scarlet Goddess and provide support there.”
As beams of teleportation light flared one after another, the Hall of the Stars once again fell empty.
Only the stars across the dome continued to shine in silence, bearing witness to this war that would determine the fate of the universe.
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he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
