Xyrin Empire-Chapter 1371: How About We Have a Fight?

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Father God Temple, I’ve been to this place quite a few times. The first time, I was amazed by its grandeur; the second time, by its historical depth; the third time, by the omnipresent details and artistic accumulation within; and from the fourth time until now... I’ve been getting lost.

"I say, what’s the point of building such a big house?" Sitting in Father God’s private lounge, I looked up at the crystal chandelier ten meters away and couldn’t help but grumble. I remember when Qianqian suddenly had a whim and wanted to experience living in a palace as a royal family member, she built a house about the size of this Father God Temple next to Shadow City. But my only feeling was: sleeping in such a big house is no different from sleeping in a square? So I really don’t understand the significance of such giant houses.

Of course, Qianqian’s whimsical design was also a problem: no matter how big the house was, it only had three bedrooms and a living room inside, with the bedroom as spacious as Tiananmen Square, sleeping inside felt like sleeping in a square...

"Ha, the kids helped build it, they like big houses. Actually, sometimes I get disoriented at home too," Father God chuckled, "besides, in a temple like this, only a third of the place is really for living, the rest are mostly functional rooms. Speaking of which, Sola and I are contemplating making a bedroom in the temple’s porch these days..."

"Ahem, my lord, please don’t," Sovare coughed awkwardly, "you’ve already dug several holes in the front hall."

You could tell that Father God’s long and leisurely life was actually quite colorful.

Just then, the lounge door was suddenly pushed open, and I looked towards the sound, seeing two identical little girls in black and white princess dresses using their shoulders to push open the heavy wooden doors with angel carvings: each holding a large vessel, seemingly containing food.

I had seen these little girls before; they were Father God’s daughters, Jadi and Cynthia. But they looked so alike, I couldn’t tell who was who. However, when the two little girls reached the table, I could distinguish them: after placing their items on the table, the girl in the white dress pounced into Father God’s arms, calling him daddy, while the girl in the black dress hopped in front of me, blinking her big eyes curiously: "Hello, Uncle! Uncle, you have candy in your pocket, don’t you? Uncle, you’re going to give me candy willingly, right?"

This mischievous kid was definitely Cynthia—much naughtier than Jadi.

I patted Cynthia’s head, this little girl who had stayed at our place for a while and still visited every so often, was a bit mischievous but also quite adorable. I took out some flavored milk candies from Shadow City and put them in her hand. The little girl immediately ran to share them with Jadi, and my eyes returned to the table: the vessels the two girls brought over resembled shallow dishes, covered, so I couldn’t see inside, but the aroma of food wafted out. Father God smiled gleefully: "I knew you were coming, so specially prepared this. It’s rare even in the Divine Realm, the chefs in the temple experimented several times to get this taste right. Come, give it a try."

Father God’s words piqued my curiosity to the fullest, making me temporarily set aside the serious matter I originally intended to discuss right away: something that’s rare even in the Divine Realm?! What a high level of hospitality? It seems like Void Creatures are indeed like family, brothers have deep bonds. I looked at the expressions of the others (gods) around, guessing not many had ever received such grand hospitality since the establishment of the Divine Realm, and eagerly focused on the table. The mischievous little divine princesses, Jadi and Cynthia, eagerly volunteered to be table maids, tiptoeing forward to lift the lid, releasing a wave of hot, fragrant steam. Father God warmly invited everyone: "Come, everyone have a share, enjoy the treat..."

A moment later, the strongest gods in the Void, along with two beings who couldn’t be precisely called gods, and two mischievous kids, sat in a circle around the table in the lounge, all eating with gusto. Father God munched while mumbling: "Still feels like something’s missing."

I nodded while chewing on a chive box: "Yeah, missing a bowl of spicy soup, or some pickled vegetables with millet porridge..."

"That ghost sister made one that’s tastier than this!" Cynthia said crisply, her little face half-covered in oil, close enough I could see my reflection, proving that mischievous kids everywhere eat the same way, getting food all over themselves, right?

"Yes, it’s actually a matter of the soil and water. Chives in the Divine Realm need modification to grow, but when their divinity is high, the taste changes," Father God explained like an agricultural expert to his daughter, "I’ll arrange for some ordinary chives from the human world for them to try soon... Jadi, don’t wipe your mouth with Uncle Sovare’s sleeve... nor with yours! Don’t forget the self-cleansing technique."

I traveled across the Void to the Divine Realm just to have a chive box! And it didn’t even come with spicy soup! 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"Are we eating while Bingdisi just watches?" Father God suddenly remembered something, turning to ask me. I quickly looked to my side: Bingdisi’s body sat beside me, lifeless like a doll, her blood-red eyes half-open, seemingly unaware of the surroundings. Though gods don’t need food, seeing her like this... well, it’s indeed a bit unsettling.

"Open your mouth, bite—" I brought the food to Bingdisi’s mouth, watching her instinctively open it, bite, and chew, "Eat slowly, don’t rush to swallow, if you choke, I can’t do anything, you’d just have to be choked for a few days."

Not sure how much she could understand in her current state, but the body instinctively nodded slightly. The feeding process took quite some time before she finished. I took a napkin to wipe the Soulless Girl’s mouth, instructing her not to move: "Maintain this position, don’t bite the tissue, don’t bite my fingers, and don’t stick your tongue out..."

While busying myself, I felt two gazes fixed on me, and looking up, I got startled: Uncle Kuwayin and Aunt Aisali were watching intently, Uncle Kuwayin even asked: "Where’s that Little One girl?"

He must be referring to that little doll resembling a young Bingdisi: although it was evidently impossible, it seemed Uncle Kuwayin had self-convinced himself that she was indeed my daughter with Bingdisi.

...Doesn’t he know the little doll has a psychological shadow about him?

"Uh, personal matters aside, let’s discuss the main issue." I steadied Bingdisi in her soulless form, preventing any sudden movements, and took out the scroll from my personal space that recorded the ancestor’s voyage log—shouldn’t such a meaningful matter be brought up in a more solemn atmosphere? Father God, your chive box timing truly isn’t the right moment, is it?!

Well, never mind, I’m used to discussing serious matters in the most unserious contexts by now.

"This is the voyage log from back then," I handed the scroll to Father God, "If the hometown world is in the area where the Star Domain Expeditionary Army operated, then the universes mentioned in these logs should be recorded in your massive data repository."

Father God performed a self-cleansing technique to clean the oil off his hands, took the scroll, broadly sensed the contents inside, and nodded slightly: "If it’s there, we’ll definitely find it, the data repository stores all that the gods know. But these things are quite ancient indeed."

"Ah, indeed," I spread my hands, "Even for gods, it’s from ancient times. We’re still in disbelief that we’ve truly found news of the hometown world, and even seen the living ancestors."

"It’s worth celebrating, for any civilization, being able to clarify their origin is always a good thing. As one of the Void Three God Series, it shouldn’t always start with a history of wandering," Father God handed the scroll to the Supreme God of Light sitting beside him, "Sovare, take the scroll to the Book Tower first, we’ll follow shortly after."

"Yes, my lord." Sovare stood up, greeted Father God with impeccable manners, then transformed into a beam of Holy Light and vanished into the air.

"Ha, what a stiff guy, feeling such pressure beside him! Thank heavens he’s gone now." Jiajia jumped off Father God’s head, strutted towards Bingdisi’s soulless body: it took quite a while to get there, proving the limitations of Three-inch Ding’s stride. The Supreme Life Goddess, an expert in Soul Studies and Life Power, examined Bingdisi’s body thoroughly, then circled my head twice with a serious expression, finally flying back to Father God without uttering a word, whispering into his ear.

"How’s she?" Bingdisi and I asked in unison.

Kuwayin and Aisali also leaned slightly away from their seats, half their bodies inclined over the table.

"It’s pretty much as we suspected before," Father God looked into my eyes, "There’s no problem with the Divine Technique; both Bingdisi’s body and soul are in normal condition. The Soul Unison has already ended normally, with no remnants, so she’s not stuck due to any lingering Divine Power."

"So, what you’re saying is..." I pointed at my own nose, starting to catch on, "The problem lies with..."

"The problem lies with you," Jiajia solemnly nodded that peanut-sized little head, just like Dingdang always does before taking credit, "Void Creatures, with their special Soul Power, have trapped Bingdisi’s soul!"

"Damn, so that’s how it is!" Bingdisi and I exclaimed in unison, then she naturally freaked out, "So you were the one who trapped me! You’re the culprit! My youth has been ruined by the bizarre talents of you Void Creatures! I should have guessed a weirdo like you should stay as far away as possible..."

Father God coughed awkwardly: "Ahem, the Void Creature has something to say."

Bingdisi immediately calmed down: "Uh, Father God, I didn’t mean you, haha, hahahaha... Actually, being stuck like this isn’t too bad..."

How dare you rant on public channels! Are you seriously going to taunt us Great Void Clan?!

"Anyway, let’s first figure out how to separate Bingdisi’s soul, and then she should naturally recover," Father God mused out loud, "She got stuck due to the assimilation power of the Void Creature, the direct and strongest force we’ve inherited from the Void. Soul Unison, right? I’ve heard of this Divine Technique, it requires the caster to completely trust the other person, to entrust everything to them, only then can it be performed. This allows two souls to merge regardless of rank. The problem arises from this: due to the ’complete openness’ during Unison, Bingdisi’s soul was exposed to the Void Disturbance without any defense at that moment. Only a brief unison, and her soul would be altered, assimilated, turning towards you. The external manifestation is—being stuck."

Bingdisi trembled as she spoke: "So... I’m no longer myself but a part of Chen, which is why I can’t detach from my current ’entity’?"

"It’s not that serious yet; haven’t you still maintained a complete self?" Father God comforted Bingdisi, "Chen is subconsciously protecting your soul, and you’re not weak either, so this assimilation process is actually quite slow."

I heard the word "temporary" and couldn’t help but ask: "What if this assimilation continues indefinitely?"

Father God frowned: "If it goes on long enough, it will be the worst outcome: Bingdisi will completely lose her self, becoming a soul puppet without thinking ability. The short-term effect, however..."

Here, Father God looked me up and down: "You’re male, so she’ll probably be Sinicized first."

I was stunned for a full half minute before I realized what Father God, who had no idea what ’Sinicization’ meant on Earth, was implying. I had an old complaint stuck in my throat that I couldn’t spit out. Then, with twitching corners of my mouth, I righteously objected: "I think that’s unlikely; Bingdisi is already practically a pure dude, so she might just skip that step..."

"Say that again?! I was just touched when I heard you subconsciously protect my soul, and now you’ve shown your true colors! What do you mean by a pure dude! Have you ever seen a 36E pure dude?! You didn’t call me a pure dude when you were taking advantage of me, huh?"

Kuwayin and Aisali’s gazes sliced across me like small knives, while Father God closed his eyes smiling silently, and the Supreme Dark Goddess continued wiping her daughter’s face expressionlessly. The atmosphere at the scene was particularly... harmonious.

I endured the Bingdisi-style rap blaring in my mind as if I were in a bustling market, trying hard to put on a solemn appearance while nodding slightly to Father God: "So, let’s talk about how to free this female... how to liberate Bingdisi."

"Knowing the cause makes it much easier to solve. As long as you stop the assimilation with her, the spiritual connection between Bingdisi and your souls will naturally weaken: a soul naturally expels alien objects," Father God said cheerfully, though I didn’t know what he found amusing, "Keep in mind that the assimilation that has already occurred cannot be reversed. Terminating it and separating it aims to halt the process. Therefore, the sooner you separate, the better. If it drags on too long, even if you separate, Bingdisi may not have many thoughts left. With your current self-control, you probably can’t fully suppress your Void Power."

I scratched my head awkwardly, knowing that Xingchen and Hila had given me plenty of guidance on how to control my Void Power. But how can a rookie who’s just learned to walk keep up with two ancient beings? I mean, I’ve been working hard, but skill points aren’t something you can improve overnight.

"Hmm, then we’ll have to take a more straightforward approach," Father God laughed even more heartily, "I’ll place a protective barrier around Bingdisi’s soul; we just need to stop the assimilation, so using external force is an option."

"No problem," I breathed a sigh of relief, "Not too much trouble, right?"

"Not too much trouble. It’s just that in your current state, you can’t operate directly either; you’re a Void Creature, and at the Void Ladder, we’re at the same rank. So even my power can’t directly bypass your soul to affect Bingdisi’s soul. Hence..." Father God smiled broadly, pointing to the bright sky outside the window, "You need to consume some power to enter a weakened state. Simply put, let’s find a place to spar."

"Pfft—" I sprayed out instantly, and so did Kuwayin and Aisali, although Jiajia and Soraphiel, the two Main Gods, remained calm; the former might not have reacted yet, and the latter was expressionless.

"Surprised?" By this time, Father God was already standing up, looking ready, "This is the quickest way to deplete your excess power. Of course, you can choose other ways, like I summon an army of the Divine Race to fight you one after another, or you can bravely venture into the Abyss Gate. To tire out a Void Creature, it has to be a big move."

Bingdisi muttered in our Spiritual Connection: "Oh crap, got a show to watch now; I have another story for bragging in the future..."

Looks like there’s no other way. Father God made the reasoning plain as day: to stop the assimilation with Bingdisi, an external protective layer must be established. For this, my power can’t meddle, and as I can’t perfectly control my Void Power, I have to exhaust myself first...

"Alright, I’ll risk it," I stood up animatedly, ready to face whatever may come, "Where do we fight?"

"Hmm, fighting Void Creatures makes too much noise; there’s probably no sturdy enough place in the Divine Realm, so we have to go to the edge of the Divine Realm, atop the heavenly dome, where the Divine Realm and Void meet, perfect for stretching your legs."

I nodded and prepared to follow Father God, but as soon as I stood, I saw Uncle Kuwayin and Aunt Aisali also rising excitedly. I was immediately surprised: "You both coming along too?"

"Once in a lifetime, once in a lifetime," Uncle Kuwayin rubbed his hands joyfully, "Absolutely must see this; the first time in life to see a man duel for Bingdisi, and it’s a challenge against Father God, too. Before it was always that girl bullying others, with plenty standing up against her... Ah, my life is complete..."

I: "..."

Although I feel like the old couple has misunderstood something, why do I feel reluctant to correct them? (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendations, monthly votes; your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)