Celestial Peak

Chapter 512: ME

Chapter 512: ME

When the Universe was made, the Essence of Origin was the key component for everything coming into existence. It was the power that commanded life. Its existence made it possible for Qi, Worlds, and life itself to flourish from nothingness.

It was a power so strong that it could not be touched by mere mortals. It disappeared with the All-Father, it was one of a kind and it had been used by a Mortal Vessel that had even achieved Godhood.

Wang Ling's six orifices bled profusely. His eyes turned bloodshot, turning to nothing but mush as his mind got overwhelmed by the information of Truth. Adding to the fact that his body just mutated and changed to the will of the Hellish Qi, everything fell upon his body. He failed to even feel the sensation of sound or even the howls of those around him.

"FATHER!" Qinyang shouted, her qi forming a typhoon around them.

[I could hear her still is this a connection through our blood? Or is it because she was born with this qi I hold?]

She saw the leaving Essence from the frail body of her father yet she also saw the truth of his existence, "We need to move!" She knew what it was that Wang Ling needed, "Don't worry, father everything is going to be all right."

[Nothing but her is front of me the sensation I hold now grow limited and but the faint silhouette of the daughter I saw as a companion remain. I do not know much of her, I do not even know who she is until a couple of minutes prior, yet she shed tears for the man who left her for eons with her mother.]

His vision lost with the passage of time, and Wang Ling fell on the ground, lifeless, without breath. Death came to get him for the third time or it should it be.

Death was the concept foreign to that of a True and genuine God like he was. Immune to a touch of death, his soul was, but his body wasn't.  Stasis befell his sensation, time became irrelevant to him, and his mind was accompanied by nothing other than the void that was the darkness around.

[Everything will be fine nothing could kill me and I shall rise again as always do.] His thoughts were such, but on the back of his head something bugged him he was on the mercy of fate once again he does not appreciate such a thing.

Wang Ling was his own being, he was a God, and that meant only a single thing, [I am the new All-Father I am the being that is without equal but one I hold the qi to existence, I am the one in control, yet I wait for a body to be reforged.

[I once claimed that my qi is everything, that with it nothing is impossible, that I control fate itself yet now I amble as I stayed beside the daughter I had not raised. The fate I had hoped for all those years now sat next to me, her heartbeat wildly, distraught of the fate I now hold is this the fate I desired? A fate where those who share my blood shed tears as I lay helpless unable to even provide comfort, giving them nothing but despair and hardships through me existing.] A desire born from an ancient dream a question he wished to be answered.

When he took the head of his first Father to survive, he shed tears. To atone he sought vengeance and claimed the peak. He journeyed for seventy thousand years creating his own path and technique outside of qi the restrictions of the Universe did not bind him for his cultivation was already outside of their comprehension.

He created his own fate from the very beginning, yet now, once again, when he controls the strongest power in the Cosmos he is lifeless and without any way to live and give hold the hand of the only daughter he wished to have.

[What kind of God I am if I cannot even defy such paltry excuse of a challenge I have longed survived multiple times after dying from worst fate. I have survived having my blood essence drained, my soul and body ripped apart by the perpetrator of my predecessor's death how humiliating would it be for me to fall from my own powers.]

Wang Ling could not control the power of the Essence of Origin due to it being too powerful for him to control, [There is not such as too powerful]

Wang Ling could see the power, grabbing hold of his soul, overpowering him, tarnishing the vessel that was the flesh of a Beastman. Crumbled, it did, slowly disappearing into the wind, Wang Ling could see it through his closed eyes, the sensation of his veins ripped apart, all of it was soon accepted by him.

The pain served a guiding compass for him, and for Wang Ling, as he delved into his body and soul, he felt more and more pain. Like being ripped to pieces he felt the rejection of a certain force, but, he did not waver for he knew it was this power.

Slowly, his steps continued, the image he held within the darkness grew to be more realized. With Ten Haloes and Four Pair of Wings he stood tall, Wang Ling's heartbeat and a path carved from jeweled stones formed.

At the end of the path was an azure light, blinding him for to even see, scorching for him to approach But it mattered little for he who questioned his own mortality, he who knew his own right to existence accepted its rejection, allowing the soul to be battered.

He was hurt, in pain, but, he knew that this fact would not last. Wang Ling knew what he wanted, and he would achieve what he set out to do.

Standing before the glow of the Essence of Origin, Wang Ling reached out, "You exist because I willed it to. You are but a tool for me to use, I am your master. I am the All-Father.  I am Your  GOD! I AM WANG LING AND YOU SHALL OBEY MY WILL!"