After the Lord of the Abyss Awakens - Chapter 127.1

Boom!

Laser beams swept across heaven and earth, the intense battle lasted half an hour, fighting until the world lost its color. After the rules shattered, the magical cube was finally crushed.

The momentum of advancement grew increasingly fierce.

The situation was not limited to the Infinite Trial; similar events occurred even in the most distant parts of the universe.

The Twin Gods of the Universe had just merged, their power expanding to the extreme. They originally thought they would certainly gain the upper hand, but suddenly, lightning painted the entire universe.

“You…”

The Twin Gods were stunned.

This… this was impossible!!

****

In his dream, Xiu Si repeatedly experienced his own transformation, inexplicably feeling a sense of returning to his original place.

Having read many fantasy novels, he immediately thought of the concept of “human universe”.

“Indeed, many principles are interconnected,” he thought calmly, observing his own progress and attempting to use his new power.

The creative-nature magic power was somewhat similar to wood-nature magic power, both possessing strong vitality. However, wood-nature magic power was more vibrant, while creative-nature magic power was different – it was incredibly willful. If the mind had a form, it would immediately manifest. For instance, when he thought of a rose, a rose instantly appeared in his hand.

Was it simply a matter of thoughts becoming reality? Somewhat. But the creative power felt more nuanced. It encompassed matter, phenomena, and rules, spanning multiple levels, with long-term formation, self-cycling, and self-explanation.

“It seems to be so.”

Xiu Si sensed that if ordinary thought-manifestation was more like a linear event – issuing a command and completing it – his creative power was a cyclical event. In the most ideal scenario, he might even create a self-operating universe.

Of course, saying this was an exaggeration. What was a universe? It was something beyond a normal person’s imagination.

Xiu Si shook his head, watching the magic flow at his fingertips, like performing magic – thinking and instantly creating. He immediately thought about demonstrating this to the cubs. Moreover, with his enhanced abilities, he wondered if he could optimize their cat nest.

Perhaps adding small clothes and toys, bringing everything from the current world for them to play with. Had They ever seen mobile phones or computers? Or even the simplest handheld gaming device?

Previously, Xiu Si wouldn’t have dared to imagine such digital products, but now he felt they might be achievable.

The only limitation was…

Just as he was getting excited, he suddenly remembered that the continent had time restrictions. Advanced technologies couldn’t exist before humans entered the electrical era. Digital products from the electrical era were especially prohibited before that time.

It was an extremely strict rule that didn’t much affect him or his cubs, but primarily impacted humans living on the continent.

“Who knows what divine being set these upward restrictions for what purpose,” he pondered.

So harsh towards humans. But it was merely harshness.

Because, he thought, if They could do this, why not simply destroy humans? Wouldn’t that be more convenient? Was it pure psychological perversion or a brain beyond comprehension? Who could tell?

Incidentally, when Wang Chang’er returned, Xiu Si had casually asked a question about this.

Wang Chang’er’s view was – “It will eventually be resolved. No matter what existence creates it, They cannot stop the upward tide, no matter how tyrannical.”

Wang Chang’er was very confident about the future of humans and the continent. From His perspective, this confidence was indeed justified.

Those standing at the peak must look upward, even if the view above was shrouded in dark clouds, filled with unknown dangers. He was everyone’s aspiration, everyone’s model, so He must be full of confidence.

Xiu Si realized retrospectively that his friends were truly remarkable.

He had fallen into the abyss for three years and died for over eight thousand years. The gap was too long, and he could barely keep up with their pace.

However, precisely because of this, he must strive, right? His lifespan was still long. Why not take a bold chance?

Xiu Si’s mentality gradually changed from steady progression to bold endeavor.

“But somehow I still feel…”

He lowered his eyes, carefully examining the green light dancing at his fingertips, noticing it seemed to form a kind of life.

In just a few seconds, the form he created attracted surrounding consciousness fragments. They gathered here to form a core, perhaps not yet fully conscious, only with a faint thought. But he felt it wouldn’t take long before these fragments would transform from thoughts to consciousness, and then truly be born as life in this universe.

He didn’t know why consciousness fragments were present in his dream. But upon careful observation, things were already developing.

This was truly incredible. The forms he created seemed extremely adept at attracting consciousness fragments. He discovered this for the first time and studied it carefully, unable to determine what special thing he might have done.

No, there must be a reason. He just hadn’t found it yet.

Xiu Si watched them bounce lightly, like they were dancing. Despite seemingly lacking consciousness, they appeared very happy.

Were they celebrating their own birth?

Xiu Si felt amazed, and in the next second, they suddenly transformed into green butterflies of various sizes. They swirled around him, then curiously ran outside, eventually disappearing to play somewhere.

Xiu Si remained silent for a moment, his gaze contemplative. He suddenly remembered Ye Qingyi. Ye Qingyi loved butterfly and insect imagery, often asking why he didn’t create insects.

His response had always been that insects had too many legs. He was somewhat… uncomfortable with multi-legged creatures.

During his time renting rooms outside, spiders would often enter the house, even with doors and windows tightly closed. He had to admit that discovering a large spider in the wardrobe was not something that wouldn’t shake one’s mental state.

Xiu Si shook his head, restraining his thoughts and also retracting the magic from his fingertips.

He would reorganize his thoughts. The upward restrictions of the other world were essentially unrelated to him. He could help where possible, and that would be enough.

“Hmm, progress is smooth.”

He slowly stood up, suddenly feeling as if he heard movement around him.

Turning his head, he discovered everyone in the library was looking at him. Their blurry faces were filled with gentle smiles, and they were even applauding, as if celebrating his progress.

Xiu Si was stunned, wondering if they were conscious.

But when he looked again, he realized they seemed to be merely executing a celebratory command. After applauding and smiling, they gradually returned to being NPCs.

Xiu Si blinked and whispered, “If they are executing a command, who did that command come from?”

From the unconscious in the dream? Himself? He immediately rejected the thought.

How could that be? Then it was…

He fell silent, as if recalling something, but didn’t pursue it further.

His gaze fell on the books on the table. He had already finished the last one, with nothing left to read. These books had made significant contributions to his continuous progress, but now they were gone.

Where was the young man who had been bringing him books?

Xiu Si should have believed in that young man, as always, but for some reason, he felt inexplicably anxious this time.

The other party was nowhere to be seen, completely untraceable. Something couldn’t have happened, could it?

****

At this moment, in the Infinite Trial, the war had ended. The demons were cleaning the battlefield, and some demons had captured the magic cube, contemplating how to play with it.

This demon was indeed Amon.

The magic cube that fell into His hands was desperate, wishing someone would simply crush it.

Amon smiled and spun the cube, saying, “Why are you so afraid of me? Where did your previous arrogance go?”

Reduced to fist-size, the magical cube screamed and struggled to escape Amon’s control. “Kill me! A god can be killed but not humiliated.”

Amon sneered, “This is humiliation? Nonsense.” With that, He suddenly twisted the cube.

The magic cube seemed to be bent in half, crying out continuously.

Morax looked over and scolded, “Serves you right! Who allowed you to call our big brother by name directly? Are you worthy?”

The magic cube choked up, understanding now that Baal’s younger brothers and sisters were not to be trifled with. Despite sharing the same blood, how could they be weak? Though admittedly, they seemed quite weak before reaching the first echelon.

Morax turned to Amon and asked, “What are we keeping this thing for?”

Amon: “Do you know what kind of god it is?”

“No, what about it?”

“The God of Melting.”

“What’s special about that?”

Zepar, hearing this, immediately ran over, pointing a finger at the magic cube, extremely displeased. “Isn’t this overlapping with my power?”

Amon: “There’s some overlap, but not completely.”

“So it is overlapping!”

Zepar was about to go crazy.

Amon looked at Him and with three sentences, shook Zepar’s resolve.

“Doesn’t overlap mean an additional buff for you?”

“While He shoots light, you set fire. Who else could defeat Big Brother besides you?”

“He exists for you.”

Zepar was stunned, looking at Amon with newfound respect, a surge of immense emotion rising in His heart.

“Brother Amon, I used to think you were just a pervert. I’m so sorry.”

Amon’s mouth twitched, wanting to punch Zepar into oblivion. Couldn’t this guy just stop talking nonsense?

The demons below continued their various arguments.

On a castle not far away, two demon brothers were slacking off.

Vassago, having just exerted Himself, immediately wanted to sleep. His long legs were propped on the table, an eye mask covering His eyes, forgetting the world.

But He had barely lain down for three minutes when Marbas burst through the room door, immediately locking eyes on Vassago and shouting, “Terrible news!!”

Vassago was startled awake, sitting up straight, fists clenched.

Just when He was falling asleep, what was all this noise? He tore off His eye mask, eyes blazing green with anger.

Marbas anxiously said, “I can’t see the Second Brother in the dream!”

Vassago frowned, an unprecedented seriousness crossing His expression. He immediately stood up, seriously asking, “Second Brother is missing?”

“I have an ominous premonition. I looked deep into the dream, and it’s all pitch black!”

Marbas’s tone was unusually anxious.

Vassago immediately responded, “Let me take a look.”

He closed His eyes, His perception instantly reaching the depths of the dream.

Then, He too saw a landscape of pure darkness, everywhere silent and filled with an ominous atmosphere.

“Agares.”

He added magical power to His voice, but even His sound waves couldn’t disturb this black sea.

“It’s the God of Death and the God of Silence.”

Vassago recognized Them but couldn’t understand the situation.

Were They enemy gods? Confronting Agares?

Vassago decisively interfered with the dream’s power, calling Agares’s name again.

Still no effect. Even if nothing was wrong, Agares in a sleeping state wouldn’t respond, but this situation was clearly abnormal.

Marbas, seeing Vassago’s actions, reminded, “Third Brother, we can’t easily wake Agares.”

It was well-known among the demons that their father was Agares’s dream, a universe-level magic personally designed by Agares. If Agares woke up, their father might disappear.

Vassago clearly recognized this point, about to act but then stopping, involuntary cold sweat forming on His forehead.

He thought for a moment and answered, “Marbas, you’re right. Let’s change our approach. How about we join forces to confront Death and Silence. Can we do that?”

Marbas was contemplating. With Big Brother just leaving on a campaign and Second Brother immediately encountering trouble, what exactly was going on?

But He also could not stand by and watch.

Marbas nodded.

[Quantity Manipulation] strengthened [Mind Image Power], instantly upgrading its might.

Death and Silence began without waves, after a few minutes waves emerged, and after a few more minutes, the waves grew larger, like boiling water, violently surging and fluctuating.

They were not collaborating for the first time; they had worked together several times in previous battles, and thus had become skilled and highly synchronized.

Marbas’s power was like leveraging four ounces to move a thousand pounds, the simplest and most direct buff enhancement, perfect for strengthening other demons’ powers.

Vassago was lazy by nature, but once serious, his focus was extraordinary.

Ten minutes later, Death and Silence could no longer remain indifferent, each gradually revealing their forms.

One in a youth’s image, one in a maiden’s image, with black hair and white skin, thin and frail bodies, seemingly nothing more than skin and bones, as if a gust of wind could topple them. They simultaneously raised their eyes, revealing two extremely haggard faces, severely malnourished, their beautiful bone structures looking terrifyingly ghostly.

Vassago and Marbas were shocked, not expecting Them to appear in such a state.

Logically, when conceptual gods took human form, their condition should synchronize. In other words, did this mean Their divine bodies were failing?

Vassago and Marbas exchanged a glance, and in the next second simultaneously appeared in the dream’s black sea.

Two demons and two gods faced each other directly.

Marbas spoke first, “Why are you here.”

Death and Silence remained silent, their eyes seeming dead, their pale faces nearly transparent.

Vassago frowned, telepathically messaging Marbas, [Mar, do you think They have consciousness?]

Marbas frowned, telepathically responding, [Probably, though it’s almost like they don’t. They wouldn’t be controlled by the Creator God, would They?]

[I don’t know, just a moment.]

Vassago directly used [Mind Image Power] to communicate with Samikina.

“Sami, did you see?”

“I saw.”

Samikina’s response was timely, but his voice very weak, as if the signal was poor.

“Do you know what happened?”

Vassago asked.

“I don’t know. But it certainly isn’t good.”

“Won’t you do anything?”

“Participating without knowing anything would only bring trouble to Agares.”

Samikina’s attitude was cautious.

Vassago paused.

Yes, this had happened many times before.