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Chapter 632 When Yin and Yang are in balance, Heaven and Earth are in harmony; when Yin and Yang are in reverse, Heaven and Earth are in opposition.

Crimson flames rose from the void, and the creation myth, hidden behind the cosmic background since the universe cooled, reappeared in the world.
Warm, intense heat, like a womb nurturing all matter, swirled and completely enveloped Orikan, surging into his mechanical body.
The matter that constituted his existence, his will, and his body was instantly returned to pure energy. This energy determined the physical laws of the universe, served as the skeleton of the real universe, and also formed the body of the star god. Bathed in this energy, Orikan rose up.

"That's... how is that possible?" Zandreik stared at the scene before him in disbelief.

“Isn’t it the genius mind that’s responsible for turning the impossible into the possible?” Tarasin laughed, gazing at the starry sky with Zandrek.

Orikan had vanished into the void, followed by a powerful solar storm. The Zandreik fleet, the human fleet, and even the world engines shook violently in the solar wind.

Looking out, the darkness between the stars was gone, replaced by a ribbon-like glow of energy that rippled throughout the entire Sindu system. The distant stars shone brightly behind the band of light, seemingly transmitting their energy towards the Sindu system.
Zandreuk's heart pounded violently a few times.
He had heard rumors that Orichen possessed a technology that allowed him to transform himself into light.

Now, Zandrej finally understood the truth behind the rumor.
That's not a transformation.
That's an upgrade.

At this moment, a space necromancer has been upgraded to become the being that once destroyed and enslaved their race.

Countless years later, a new god was born in the material universe.

“If the Silent King had trusted Orikan instead of me back then, this would have been the future of the Fearful Race,” Talassin said.

An infinite sense of transcendence enveloped Eurycan.

The energy of the universe surged into his parched body, transforming his cramped physical form into a pure tide of energy.
Although it lasted only a brief moment, He was already a completely transcendent being, more powerful than those broken gods who could claim to be deities of the material universe.
But the ensuing "divinity" almost overwhelmed Orichen's existence.
That "divinity" is not noble; it lacks vitality, possessing only greed; it lacks pride, possessing only arrogance.
Eurycan's connection with the universe was so intimate that he could not distinguish himself from this world; so that when he looked upon it, all things, all existence, and all thoughts appeared so small, pathetic, trivial, and laughable.

All that pain, struggle, pride, fear, and excitement seems to have become a laughable footnote in the cold universe, its only value being to stir up a little pleasure in His eternal and long thought.

Beyond that, an even greater, overwhelming emotion was pain, an indescribable pain.

Eurycan gazed outwards at the ecliptic of the universe, the dimensions of reality, and the overlapping stars.

Wounds, horrifying wounds, clung to their world.
The universe itself is riddled with holes from erosion, reality has become thin and unsightly, and most of the infinite dimensions are submerged by chaotic tides, with twisted tentacles swallowing up galaxies and star systems.

Beside Him, ever-shifting birds, eternally stagnant rotting flies, bloodthirsty, frenzied hounds, and lustful, venomous snakes feast on reality. Behind them, atop that twisted, ugly, decaying, chaotic womb, four more identical beings scream in terror, yearning to be born into this world.

That massive, pitch-black sun is poised to burst forth from the womb of the highest heavens, bringing utter destruction to this world.

In the distance, he saw the tentacles of the gods sweeping across worlds of different dimensions.
He saw the eternally chosen one, clad in black armor, battling a golden deity until they both fell into nothingness.

They saw a dragon piloting a treasure ship, leading his people to escape the falling apart of the world.

Upon seeing the dragon on the treasure ship, he let out a sorrowful sigh: "When Yin and Yang are in balance, Heaven and Earth are in harmony; when Yin and Yang are reversed, Heaven and Earth are in disarray. When Yin and Yang are in decline and disorder, all realms will never have a day of peace again."

He turned his head again and saw the roaring flames in the bio-transformation furnace, and the star gods devouring the souls of the fearful dead.
Seeing this scene, He felt no hatred whatsoever, only boundless hunger and a desire to join in the feast.

He looked upon the battle in Heaven, and suddenly, He understood.
The War of Heaven is a true war.

Not the Ancient Saints and the Death-Fearers, the Ancient Saints and the Space Necromancers, the Ancient Saints and the Star Gods.
Rather, it is a battle between the real dimension and the subspace. Reality and the subspace fight across infinite dimensions, and their universe, this galaxy, is the decisive battlefield between these two dimensions, fought here through the hands of the Ancient Saints and the Star Gods.
But the end result was that the warp became an extremely terrifying thing, while reality was defeated and ravaged into what it is today.

Reality was wailing in agony, and this agony spread throughout Him, urging Him to devour the souls around Him.
A figure suddenly appeared in His consciousness; it was the figure of a fearful of death, holding an astrological staff, blurry and incomplete.
It gently extended its finger, pointing to the moment when the furnace of life transformation was ignited.
He looked in the direction of the finger and saw the two figures that had fallen into the fire together.

His gaze settled on a tall, thin figure.

He seemed to be the figure of a person, recognizing that guy.

From the past to the future, from life to death, He seemed to be arguing with that old adversary all the time.
He could no longer remember his old adversary's name or face, but he seemed to still recall the fellow's cunning, mocking voice.

"Old man." Following that voice, He barely managed to grasp a fragment of himself, a grasp of existence itself, and remembered the name of that old adversary.

Tarahin, Tarahin, Tarahin.
This wasn't the first time He had ascended to this form, but the transcendent feeling that came with the ascension still nearly overwhelmed His original existence.

He no longer remembers his own name or his own existence; his memory has become hazy. He only remembers the name of his old adversary, Tarahim, and through this, he has temporarily regained some of his purpose.

The bands of light swirling among the stars instantly coalesced into a sparse human figure, its body constantly flickering with points of light, like a reflection of the stars.

He looked towards the center of the battlefield, towards that being that resided at the center of the galaxy, that fiery and energy-filled being.
His kin was a star god.

Sindu was swept away by the flashing light. Reality itself was like a million overlapping prisms, intersecting each other. In the ever-changing brilliance, all humans and Zandrek's fleet were thrown into a safe zone outside the Exorcist Dead Zone, while He pounced on the Deceiver on the World Engine.

The fraudster saw the band of light rushing towards him, and the blurry figures within it. His mocking smile suddenly froze.
He recognized what it was.
That was His kin, that was a star god, a young star god, a complete star god.
How can this be?

That idyllic, scorching era ended billions of years ago. The fiery womb that once nurtured star gods no longer exists. The reality that was once composed of pure energy, just like the highest heavens, has long since cooled and settled into a cold, material dimension.
In such an environment, how could a brand new Star God possibly be born?

Is that Euricane?
The fraudsters recognized the astrologer's identity.

The ascension that Xerath had been so eagerly pursuing was somehow accomplished by Orikan at some unknown time?

He has transformed from a space necromancer into a true star god.

Although He was the youngest among His kind, He was also the only one who was complete, aside from the Outer Ones.
If the fraudster were to gather all the fragments together, regain his wholeness, and become the true Star God again, He would naturally not mind teaching this young kin a lesson before swallowing him whole.
But the fraudster is now just a fragment, and the gap between a fragment and a complete Star God is greater than the gap between a fragment and a mortal.

The fraudster was suddenly struck by immense shock and realized he had just done something incredibly foolish.
Why would he provoke these space undead and humans?

He has already climbed to the top of the parabola of separation and is speeding towards convergence. As long as he hides, he will have plenty of time to gather more fragments. Why is he causing trouble here?
why?
The master of all changes!

The fraudster let out a sharp, maniacal laugh; he realized the trap the Lord of Changes had set for him.

The fragments that he merged into his body were hypnotized, influencing the fraudster to provoke Doraemon.

"What a cunning fellow! There will never be a shortage of excellent swindlers in this galaxy!"

The fraudster let out a heartfelt sigh:

"But there are too few fools and too many swindlers in this galaxy. In the end, it's always swindlers playing swindlers, swindlers cheating swindlers, swindlers turning swindlers into fools, and sometimes fools turning into swindlers. But in the end, it's still unknown who is the fool and who is the swindler!"

The fraudster flailed its arms wildly. Although it had once been a complete star god and knew it would be difficult to escape, doing nothing and waiting to die was not its style.

A wormhole was torn open by the fraudster, leading to the cold void beyond the edge of the galaxy, where the fraudster attempted to escape.

The fraudster, still feeling uneasy, flashed and instantly shrunk to the size of a quark, disappearing into the rift.
The scene before him shifted and changed in an instant, but when the fraudster opened his eyes, he found himself still standing in the Sindu star system.
Not only that, the fraudster's will reached out to perceive the stars in all directions, but the stars had already vanished, leaving only the Sindus system in the entire universe, with countless Sindus systems extending in all directions.

These sine galaxies interlock like atoms, forming larger masses of matter and creating even larger sine galaxies. These larger sine galaxies, in turn, converge in the same way to form even larger sine galaxies.
When the fraudster looks into the microscopic realm, he sees no atoms; all matter is composed of smaller sine galaxies.

From the microscopic to the macroscopic, from the present moment to infinity, everything is the same Sindus Galaxy. In essence, all these Sindus Galaxyes are one. No matter how the fraudster tries to escape, he can only escape from one Sindus Galaxy to another.

How could He manipulate ether and the laws of physics so skillfully? Was He really just born?
Boundless wisdom flowed from His consciousness. Millions of years of research and learning had long since enabled Him to understand how to manipulate ether, play with time, and manipulate the laws of physics. All He ever lacked was sufficient energy.
Now adorned in the body of a star god, He can unleash His talents to the fullest, painting his ideas—once confined to his mind—onto the tattered canvas of reality.

His vision of reality is so grand.
It even attracted the attention of Vashtor, the creator in the highest heavens.
(End of this chapter)