Chapter 387: The Thirteenth Calamity God, Only Silence Remains

The world froze.

At that moment, all the disaster beasts and Calamity Seeds lurking across the globe collapsed and disintegrated under the vast will, refined back to their most primordial forms, carrying gene fragments discarded and abandoned by the Disaster group, like a rushing meteor shower, all converging towards Sea City.

Simultaneously, the entire Daxia was engulfed in disaster aura. With the cross blossoming on the surface, the flesh and blood of billions evaporated, and a black tide formed from the remnants of souls flowed back to the intact center of the stage, nourishing it as pure sustenance.

Chu Wang Shu’s form remained intact, like a baby returning to the mother’s womb. The Magic Armor she wore evaporated, and the black tide and disaster aura transformed into fabric that cloaked her fair skin. Her ebony hair flowed like ribbons, growing long enough to cover her ankles.

The band of light, etched with countless data, genes, powers, and history, encircled the Earth like the moon, protecting it and expanding outward layer by layer, forging a colossal cocoon spanning thousands of miles, resembling a sacred heavenly kingdom.

The girl’s consciousness was chaotic. Upon activating Full Power Mode and accepting the sunflower’s integration into herself, her soul simultaneously embraced the twelve sequences of Calamity God that had long been continuously obstructed by her parents’ blessings.

If it had been only this, relying on the gifts from the stars, the End, and the heroes, there still would have been hope to reverse the situation and form a stalemate.

But the sacrifices from the twelve apostles/Supreme Disaster Beasts and the seven bishops caused the essence, authority, and disaster aura of the twelve Calamity Gods to surge in, completely upsetting the balance and corroding, assimilating her perfectly pure soul.

In the end, she moved toward coexistence and symbiosis with the Disaster group.

In an instant, after countless cosmic cycles, the bloated and vast Disaster group reunited as one. The twelve sets of Calamity God sequences clashed and repelled each other, yet all perfectly fused within the Sovereign Lord’s body, advancing toward the ultimate unity representing great harmony.

Infinite sublimation.

Infinite evolution.

Infinite transcendence.

High above the sky, the Miracle Wall that had sheltered humanity for seventeen years trembled violently, countless cracks spreading across its surface like unstoppable decay, shedding down a storm of snowflake-like fragments, as streams of light cascaded.

[Immortal], [Silver Mirror], [Funeral], [Blood of Sighs], [The Wall of Sighs]…

These once-held blessings, like shattered bricks of a crumbling building, fell apart amid sighs audible to all humanity. A radiant rain poured upon Sea City, interwoven with the black tide of disaster aura and remnants of souls, composing an epic and mournful scene.

Chu Yuanqing was dead.

In that moment, the Witch of Relief was manipulated by Amahl, causing the Golden Temple to vanish instantly. The spells left behind by Xie Qing Yu and Charlotte were stripped away by the combined authority, and the surging light and heat slew Ji Qianju and destroyed the savior’s body.

As a result, her exhausted, fragile, and fractured soul, at the moment all restrictions were lifted, returned to the [pure white] forged by her authority and blessings, merging perfectly with it.

Thus, the suppression exerted by [pure white] over the thirteen forbidden zones, global disaster aura, Calamity Seeds, and disaster beasts was lifted, restoring the youthful savior who had once fought the Disaster group, reversed infinite possibilities, and wielded Levatin.

Chu Yuanqing’s pure white hair was illuminated by sparks; her weak, broken, mottled soul, gnawed by emptiness and near extinction, under the inscribed savior’s determination in her identity, concept, life, and will, rose again from the ashes, burning fiercely.

In a breath, the scorching fire clouds swallowed the boundless black tide, and an ancient and colossal shadow erupted like a mushroom cloud. The demon sword that had accompanied her through the first playthrough, carrying the myth of world destruction, descended anew like a heavenly fire meteor.

At this moment, the blessings of all humanity from the first playthrough returned one by one from [pure white], along with the Calamity God authority once plundered, intertwining into her flesh and blood.

In Chu Yuanqing’s eyes, the molten gold shattered; her left eye bore the mark of the Old Testament authority, while her right eye revealed the lotus patterns of the Tathagata. Her hair crystallized and melted intermittently, like snow atop the Tianshan peaks, carrying the power of the King of Salt.

The intense heat capable of burning the universe was concentrated in her heart, where the Golden Law of the Solar Calendar was bound, restrained and immobile. The branches of Youmir ran through her cells and bones, while deep within her soul bloomed the scales forged by Helldir.

There remained six other authorities, just as before, empowering her and paying the cost of blessing in every moment.

For seventeen years, she had never felt this light before; even the curse of the Sea of Truth became feeble as she reached the Perfection Realm, reforged the Light of the Soul, transcended unity with heaven, and returned to the pinnacle of the Martial God, becoming as light as dust.

This was the ultimate afterglow of returning light.

From now on, she could be consumed by herself at any moment, forget everything, descend into oblivion, and be swallowed by the Sea of Truth.

Time was running out.

Chu Yuanqing reminded herself.

In fact, her mind and state were not as good as they had been a week ago, as if she were still dreaming in a cozy afternoon nap, wandering in a strange world, her thoughts slow and chaotic, standing on the remaining fragments of her personality, holding onto her will.

You could say she was purely relying on a sense of time stretched endlessly, repeating the cycle of being consumed by blankness—lost in nothingness—activating the Light of the Soul—searching for an anchor point—returning to normal—maintaining herself.

Even so, when she saw the figure at the center, guarded by the Disaster group, her dulled emotional mechanism still surged like a silent tsunami, suppressing the instinct to draw her sword, bringing great turmoil.

That was… Little Shu?

In her daughter, Chu Yuanqing saw the powers of thirteen Calamity Gods. She raised her eyes and looked into the distance, where the blessing called All-Seeing Eye crossed time and space, revealing thirteen forbidden zones that erupted as the Pure White collapsed.

Among them, except for the one marked blank, the Calamity Gods of the other forbidden zones actually appeared in embryonic form, traversing dimensions and teleporting instantly; their movements caused the powers they carried to tremble along with them.

This was the Corrective Force of the Sea of Truth at work.

Theoretically, she had already contained the vast majority of the Disaster group’s powers; whether forbidden zones or Calamity Gods, there was basically no space left for them to be born. It was the Corrective Force of the Sea of Truth forcibly dividing this power, giving rise to the present situation.

And now, this Corrective Force continued to intensify.

The scales turned in Chu Yuanqing’s mind; she squeezed the power of Helldir, combined with layers of blessings, capturing traces of the future, swiftly absorbing a massive amount of information, peeling away the fog, and glimpsing the truth behind it.

Sunflower = the Thirteenth Calamity God.

That is — the Son of Mankind.

When Xie Qingxuan first mentioned the Black Tide to her, information about the Thirteenth Calamity God had already surfaced in her mind. Unlike the other Calamity Gods, He was composed by the Black Tide from the remnants of all human souls after the other Calamity Gods were defeated.

If the other Calamity Gods were imported goods,

then the Thirteenth Calamity God — the Son of Mankind — was a brand-new sequence created by the Disaster group when facing near extinction, collecting native genetic information alongside nearly one hundred billion soul remnants. In a way, He was a mirror image of this savior.

This was actually a routine practice of the Disaster group; a form of experimental evolution. The difference was that the Son of Mankind had been woven at the last moment, incomplete, yet still unimaginably powerful — a uniquely special Calamity God sequence.

Chu Yuanqing deduced the past and guessed that in the first playthrough, after defeating the Son of Mankind, her previous self did not use her body to contain that power.

First, it was unnecessary. She bore the blessings of all humanity and was crowned by the stars. The Son of Mankind was a product born from plundered native power, effectively a mirror image.

Second, the sequence of the Son of Mankind was incomplete; even the Disaster group could not contain it. At the critical moment when the planet was counting down to destruction, she had no time to slowly devour it with Levatin.

Ultimately, it dissolved in place, returning to the stars and becoming nourishment.

As a result, when Chu Wang Shu was born, the Son of Mankind was mixed into the spark granted by the stars, settling for a full seventeen years before reviving in the form of a Lantern Elf when she became a magical girl.

The sunflower was, of course, a fragment of Chu Wang Shu’s soul.

However, this discarded part had originally been a concept of the stars, rejected by itself, but through a twist of fate, it evolved into the current predicament.

Chu Yuanqing clarified the logic and understood the key issue: her daughter was special, possessing the potential to ascend to the highest peak as a magical girl, a human, or a living being.

Therefore, the Disaster group intended to take this child as a leader, using this special existence to fuse the thirteen Calamity God sequences, including the Son of Mankind, and even to swallow the entire chaotic Disaster group, achieving true ultimate evolution.

If successful, even if she returned to her prime, she might not defeat the Disaster group again.

The lotus in the savior’s eyes spread, exuding a cold and merciful light mixed with sorrowful ripples. She took a deep breath; her anger burned like fierce flames in her chest, yet her increasingly cold reason, bound by the obsession to save — this greatest anchor point — enveloped her self.

This was both her constraint and her bridle.

Long ago, Chu Yuanqing had considered the worst-case scenario.

In order to avoid being consumed by curses, to preserve herself, protect her family, and defeat the Calamity God under the most extreme circumstances, she inscribed the obsession to save within the Light of the Soul using the Pure White Ode.

In other words, once she was swallowed further by the void and lost more of herself, only the obsession to save would remain within her soul and will, sustaining her to burn as long as possible until the very end.

This had indeed been the correct decision.

But the consequence was…

As long as she did not find a perfect solution before losing her sanity, the path left for her would be only one.

That was to personally kill Chu Wang Shu, destroy the vessel that could satisfy the Disaster group, and launch a one-shot assault against the thirteen Calamity Gods to save the world.

The Pure White Witch tried her best not to think about the worst outcome. In her hands, Levatin sliced through heaven and earth, scattering fiery clouds that covered the Donghong Federation, burning the swarming Disaster Wave and the dark tide, depriving the Cocoon of the Heavenly Kingdom of its nourishment.

At the center of the stage, the startled Chu Wang Shu opened her eyes.

The girl’s pupils gleamed with colorful stars like a starry sky. The twelve bands of light coiling around her solidified into beautifully shaped crystals of various forms, floating silently behind her, rotating gently.

The dark tide that had absorbed vast amounts of power, information, and genes was woven into a spiked crown. Many settings for embedded tiny diamonds and gems remained on it, faintly mixed with traces of magic essence and spells.

“I’m so hungry.”

Chu Wang Shu looked up, confused, at the savior high above. Her mind was hazy; she just instinctively smelled a fragrant and delicious taste from the other.

At this moment, she was still in her juvenile form, far from being complete, and shared instincts with the Disaster group, craving ultimate evolution.

Yet the source of food was entirely severed by Levatin, making the Pure White Witch—who bore the powers of many Calamity Gods—especially tempting. Just a glance at her sparked greed and emptiness stirring within flesh and soul.

—Eat her.

“No, no, that’s Daddy.”

“What’s wrong with me? What’s really going on?”

The little girl had no time to think before her consciousness grew dim again, once more covered by the gathered Calamity Gods, controlled by the sole Son of Mankind—Sunflower.

“Chu Wang Shu” lightly landed on the stage. Her Magic Armor reassembled into a lively, youthful idol’s performance outfit. She tilted her head back, curled the corners of her lips into an especially adorable smile, and spun in place as if waiting for fans’ compliments, showing full spirit.

The girl’s eyes curved into a gentle arc as she looked at the savior who had subdued the Disaster group seventeen years ago, softly saying:

“Daddy, are you satisfied with this stage this time?”

Sunflower’s brows revealed a slight vexed expression. Mimicking the girl, she posed a coquettish look, smoothed her skirt, and pouted as she complained:

“I really had to work hard to persuade Little Shu to unleash Full Power Mode.”

“This kid’s intuition is much like yours, and her soul is incredibly stubborn. Even Amahl’s charm has little effect on her.”

“In the end, it was by using Helldir’s power to let her see all the broken future lines that she lost her composure. Clutching the resolve to sacrifice everything to save everyone, she finally activated Full Power Mode.”

The Disaster group lacked emotions.

Every word spoken carried a strong underlying purpose.

Chu Yuanqing must die. She held too many powers of the Calamity Gods—so many that they blocked the fusion’s progress, preventing this vessel from fully absorbing the concept of the Disaster group, and from becoming the Sovereign Lord, who epitomizes perfection and ultimate creation.

Therefore, whether it was mind manipulation or stalling time, verbal tactics were the most cost-effective choice.

The monster, wearing Chu Wang Shu’s body, revealed an innocent smile. She tilted her head slightly and uttered words chilling to the bone:

“You’ve raised her very well over these seventeen years.”

“So, do you want her to wake up? I don’t mind. When she wakes and sees her fans, friends, hometown, and billions of people all dead by her own thoughts, it will definitely be easier to deal with her.”

“By the way, I haven’t seen Miyuki or her mother. What do you think they’re doing now…?”

Before the sentence finished,

the fiery clouds, like paints flooding the world, surged across the sky.

The vacuum zero-point energy that roiled through the universe erupted, releasing heat surpassing infinite nuclear explosions. It tore apart the Cocoon of the Heavenly Kingdom, melted the ruins of Sea City, and cut the Daxia plate into magma— a silent, definitive response.