Chapter 563: Chapter 416: Darkness of the World

Accompanied by a deep, prolonged hum, the void around the Lotus All Forms Tree gaped open, and an immense torrent of blackness surged through the void, plunging entirely into the tree’s trunk.

From a distance, Chen Xing merely observed from afar, yet he could already feel an intense discomfort.

This feeling… it was as if he had been stripped bare and exposed to a sea of malicious intent from all directions, the hidden eyes in the darkness brimming with greed, envy, resentment, and agony.

Just a brief gaze left Chen Xing with the sense that his consciousness was being dragged into that endless abyss.

He hurriedly averted his eyes.

He dared not let his gaze linger on it for too long.

“So this is the true essence of the Primordial Darkness… I think I understand now.”

Primordial Darkness… so the darkness here refers to the negative emotions of the world.

The dark side of the world, all the shadows, the negative sentiments buried within.

As he watched the surging torrent of black flood piercing through the barriers of time and space, spilling forward endlessly,

Chen Xing pondered in his heart whether what the Sixiang was absorbing could really be all the negative emotions as rumored.

Negative emotions require living beings to generate them. At the dawn of the world’s creation, there weren’t many living creatures, but over the endless years, the accumulated negative emotions since the world’s inception must amount to an astronomical, terrifying figure.

Chen Xing felt a tinge of worry–could such an overwhelming influx of negative emotions hinder the Sixiang’s evolution?

Suddenly, a voice emerged from within the Lotus All Forms Tree:

I am the Primordial Darkness. Speak my true name, and all mortals may escape pain, disaster, calamity, and desolation.

When the Sixiang was born,

an exceptional substance in the world seemed to have finally found its outlet.

Through the void, endless torrents of impenetrable black flowed across space, merging without exception into the tree’s form.

Chen Xing’s spirit trembled. He knew that the evolution of the Sixiang had reached its most critical juncture.

At that moment, the trunk of the Lotus All Forms Tree suddenly cracked open, and a pitch-black shadow emerged slowly from the fissure. At first, the shadow was hazy and indistinct, but as it gradually ascended, its form became increasingly clear.

A colossal halo of black light encircled its being, and within that light, countless twisted faces writhed, their expressions shifting incessantly.

Agony, envy, resentment, and greed–all the negative emotions of the world seemed to coalesce here.

The Sixiang had completely shed its former appearance by now–its newly transformed body seemed to be forged entirely of pure, unadulterated darkness, the surface of which was clad in an intricate layer of fine-scale-like patterns that shimmered with a dim and eerie radiance.

From its shoulders and back, long, slender gray-black “streamers” extended outward, swaying toward unknown dimensions beyond comprehension.

Countless negative emotions merged into its body through these streamers.

From a distance, the swirling black mist enveloped it, cementing a sense of mystique and unfathomable dread in its visage.

Its streamlined form remained humanoid, yet on its head grew two massive pairs of horns, twisted as if shaped by the void itself, extending backward in sinuous, jagged arcs, exuding an aura that sent chills to the core of one’s soul.

It had no eyes. Where its eyes should have been, a faintly shimmering gray ring lingered like an ominous halo.

But the most striking feature about it lay on its back–a pair of immense, pale-gray wings, almost double the size of its body. The wings were riddled with numerous openings, each resembling a vortex. With a light flap, they distorted the surrounding void, rendering even the Sixiang’s form blurred and indistinct.

“This is… the ultimate form of the Primordial Darkness?” Chen Xing was utterly astounded in his heart.

The Sixiang slowly lowered its head, its deep, abyss-like eyes locking onto Chen Xing’s, as if engaging in a silent exchange of thoughts.

From the Sixiang, Chen Xing felt an unfathomable oppression, an endless aura of gloom and despair.

It was as though he was confronting the collective darkness of the entire world, face to face.

“Sixiang.”

“Master, I am here.”

“Now that you’ve evolved, how are you different from before?”

The Sixiang tilted its head, pondering for a moment, as if adjusting to and sensing its new form.

“Defeating a thousand of my previous selves should be trivial now,” the Sixiang replied plainly.

“The change is that drastic!?” Chen Xing’s heart was filled with shock.

“So this is the Golden Bloodline… No, it’s more than that,” Chen Xing murmured, gaining a deeper understanding of the Colorful Ultimate Bloodline’s profound potential.

The Sixiang’s current evolution had yet to achieve the true peak of the Colorful Bloodline; it had only gained hints of color atop its Golden lineage. And yet, this alone had brought about earth-shattering changes in strength.

It must be noted–the Sixiang in its pre-divine state had already been capable of slaying gods.

Let alone the divine Sixiang of now.

But at this very moment, the Sixiang was comparing itself with its post-divine self.

“Master, it primarily stems from my racial bloodline,” the Sixiang shook its head. “After evolving, I am faster, stronger, more enduring, with a vastly increased energy reserve and swifter recovery. I’ve also gained several notable new talents… but that’s about it.”

After a brief pause, the Sixiang continued, “In truth, what makes the most difference is that I am now the world’s sole embodiment of the Primordial Darkness. Thus, all negative emotions that arise in existence are absorbed into me. This, in a sense, could be considered a racial talent. However, because I am the only Primordial Darkness in this world, it seems this talent has undergone a slight transformation.”

As it spoke, the Sixiang raised an arm, its six fingers clenched into a fist.

A surging torrent of negative emotion from the void poured into its body like an unrelenting flood.

“So long as living beings exist, my power will never run dry. I can unleash my Authority endlessly, though only within the Exotic Region, as I am its Primordial Darkness. For the Blue Star side of things… I am unsure.”

Chen Xing finally understood.

A Sixiang capable of infinitely exercising its Authority.

No wonder it could so casually state it could crush a thousand of its pre-evolved selves.

Draining the opponent’s strength while endlessly fighting on–

Unless one could land a critical blow on the Sixiang, sheer numbers would mean nothing.

In fact, for the Sixiang, the figure of a thousand was likely still a humble understatement.

But this posed a dilemma–what kind of attack could strike a Sixiang that wielded the Speed Authority?

Chen Xing pondered for a moment. Perhaps causality- or fate-based assaults could work.

Alternatively, spatial abilities might constrain the Sixiang. Its speed was limited to a single dimension. If space were to be fragmented, followed by a full-range, indiscriminate attack covering all angles, the Sixiang might still fall short of being invincible.

However, as the Lord of the Dark Realm, the Sixiang was not so easily bound by ordinary spatial constraints. Perhaps only a god wielding a Divine Position of spatial mastery with immense Divine Power could achieve such a feat.

At the very least, the God of Hunting was absolutely out of the question.

Upon this realization, Chen Xing’s smile grew dazzling.

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