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Chapter 321. The Closed Circle.
Kirin’s essence settled slowly into the toddler’s body, a fusion delicate and terrifying, yet inevitable. Every inch of the vessel pulsed beneath him, every heartbeat a fragile drum of life, reminding him how tenuous this existence truly was. He breathed—though not with lungs yet still aware of the rhythm, the warmth, the softness of innocence cradled in the tiny chest he now occupied. It was quiet, deceptively calm, and for the first time in countless eons, he felt the peculiar, surreal sensation of being fully present, yet wholly restrained, a paradox of existence he could never have imagined.As his consciousness intertwined with the infant, memories flashed violently, not just of the past decades, the battles, the betrayals, the pain and fury, but also of the long wandering through space and time. Every moment of loss, every encounter with Yose, every clash with the demon, every seal, every tear in reality, every fight in the arena—they were all here, converging at this point. Kir
Chapter 320. The Impossible Return.
Kirin’s spirit shimmered faintly as he drifted back into the mortal realm, invisible to all but the faintest observers capable of sensing spiritual anomalies. The moment he crossed the threshold, the room itself seemed to shiver, air vibrating unnaturally, walls groaning under pressures unseen. Even the floor beneath his gaze warped subtly, quivering as though reality itself resented his presence. He could feel the demon within, restless, clawing at the edges of his consciousness, impatient to break free, to reclaim the corporeal world, yet restrained for now by the lingering seal of Yose and the Primordial chains he had already disrupted.Time was against him. Every second he lingered unanchored threatened to tear the fragile balance between his spirit and the corruption within. He could sense the fragment’s hunger, an unrelenting desire to consume, to extend fully into the world it had been denied, and he shuddered. To let it loose, even partially, would invite catastrophic conseque
Chapter 319. The Corrupted Spirit Breaks Through.
Kirin drifted through the timestream, tethered to the memory of his parents, his consciousness stretched across time and space. The pull of the corrupted half of his spirit, the fragment that had fused with the Primordial demon, grew insistent, relentless, as though it had a will of its own. For countless eons, he had held it at bay, kept it contained with sheer force of will, but now, the fragment sensed the weakening seal on his original body, sensed the strands of fate threading through the scripts his parents were performing, and it surged forward. Kirin felt it before he even saw it, a violent wave of energy striking through his soul like a hammer shattering glass, and agony erupted through his consciousness, every nerve and fragment of spirit screaming as the corruption forced its way back inside him.He gritted his teeth, and every part of him willed control, refusing to let the fragment dominate him as it had in the Central City. He could feel its darkness spreading, tainting
Chapter 318. The Pull of the Past.
Time twisted strangely around Kirin, as it always did in his wandering. Eons had passed without number, yet in the vast, infinite expanse of his existence, a single moment could suddenly shine brighter than all the stars he had drifted past. That moment came unexpectedly, in the form of a faint, flickering echo, a point in the timestream that refused to stay hidden. It was familiar. Too familiar. Kirin’s awareness sharpened instantly, his senses stretching across the infinite threads of time, and he saw them—his parents. The night of his birth, their bodies illuminated by candlelight and the dim glow of ancient scripts etched into the room, the air thick with the weight of incantations and the hushed power of cosmic law.A rush of emotions—long-forgotten longing, sorrow, regret—flooded through him. He had wandered through centuries, through collapsing stars and empty voids, yet nothing had stirred him like this fragment of the past. He remembered nothing consciously, but his spirit re
Chapter 317. Eons of Wandering.
Time had lost all meaning. What were days, months, years, or millennia to a spirit that no longer moved in the linear rhythm of existence? Kirin drifted, untethered to the mortal coil, a fragment of consciousness adrift in the endless expanse of space and time, stretching across the infinite like a thread pulled taut between stars. He watched as worlds were born from the chaos of creation, as planets ignited, cooled, and became havens for life. He observed the rise of civilizations that clawed their way out of nothing, witnessed kingdoms collapse under the weight of their own arrogance, and felt the echoes of every life that flickered and ended in the span of cosmic moments. The scale was impossible to comprehend, yet he sensed it all, every vibration of energy, every pulse of creation, every whisper of the infinite.Kirin’s spirit, once tied to a fragile mortal body, had grown beyond what he could have imagined. Primordial Qi pulsed through him constantly, a living, breathing force t
Chapter 316. The Banishment.
Kirin’s consciousness shattered into the void as the gods withdrew their presence. The mortal plane, the arenas, the Central City, all vanished behind him like dust caught in a cosmic wind. His spirit, no longer tethered to flesh, became a fragment of pure essence, stretching, expanding, unbound yet chained, tethered to the remnants of the Primordial demon he had once freed. There was no up or down, no light or shadow, only the endless expanse of time and space, cold and infinite, stretching in every direction at once, a silence so complete it pressed against his awareness, and yet inside him, the pulse of his own energy—chaotic, unyielding, primordial—beat like a heartbeat that could not die, could not rest, could not stop.At first, the weight of existence was numbingly absolute. Kirin had no body, no senses to speak of, yet he could feel the flow of cosmic energy brushing past him in waves, faint, distant, impossible to grasp fully. Stars were born and died around him, galaxies for
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