Comprehension Ability: I Forge a Villainous Longevity Family

Chapter 682: Chapter 503: Death God Version - My Fate Is Determined by Me, Not the Heavens_2

"Hmm? Who are you?"

Mistrel, now devoid of the golden World Thunder, lay sprawled within the vast nest, opening one eye to observe the peculiar being approaching him.

A moment later, as Sos arrived before him, Mistrel suddenly spoke, "Are you a new god born from our deaths?"

"Yes, esteemed Mistrel Your Majesty." Sos halted before the enormous nest, looking at Mistrel with eyes that seemed capable of encompassing everything: "You are the first to recognize my origin at a glance."

"So, Death God, what are you in the eyes of those mortals? A god who created the World Tree, or the savior burdened with the salvation of the world, or do they consider you one of their kind?"

After becoming a god, it indeed seems different from ordinary life. Although Mistrel maintained his previous form of the Celestial Eagle, he still managed to show his... sarcastic expression.

"From the bones only destruction can be born. Youngster, are you here at this moment to bring me my ultimate destruction?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I am deeply sorry." Sos admitted sorrowfully.

"Then what are you waiting for? Do it. In this withered world, there’s nothing left for me to linger on."

"Including those bloodlines you left behind in life?"

"My bloodline...."

A trace of contemplation flickered in the great eagle eye, seemingly due to some memory issue caused by the puppet shell, causing Mistrel to nod slowly after a long pause, "It’s been over twenty thousand years, hasn’t it? They still exist."

"This is your legacy."

"Legacy? Forget it; once I am annihilated again, let them accompany me. Being awakened by the survival instinct once is enough; I don’t wish for another."

"I will adhere to your will."

"Do it. I am tired."

"I adhere to your will, forever the Sky God!"

In the next second, infinite light blossomed within the eagle nest.

....

In the Cosmic Realm, there were many speculations about Sos’s identity; some guessed that he was half a Heavenly Dao, while others proposed that his appearance was the manifestation of World Consciousness, incarnated into Sos.

But in reality, Sos never considered himself as the so-called Heavenly Dao.

From beginning to end, he never admitted it, and each time, he would tell everyone about his origin and background.

Yet, it seems no one believed, or rather, they believed he appeared in such a form, but still considered him the rebirth of the world’s consciousness.

Otherwise?

The ability to be born from the fall of the gods, this kind of almost indescribable fortune... why don’t they have it?

Sos couldn’t provide an answer.

But he was not favored by the world at birth.

Quite the opposite, upon his birth, he felt that the whole world harbored malice against him.

The malice was so intense that it could almost look down on the dead gods, mingling with him, making him naturally feel no affection towards the world upon his birth.

He was a born Death God, the Terminal God; his appearance signified the world reaching its end, requiring him to bury it.

Yet... he didn’t know why he turned out like this.

His mission was to be the Terminal Death God of the world, only to become this... strange form.

What is the reason?

Oh.

Sos remembered.

It was because, at a time when the entire world bore malice towards him, the first being he saw opened its mouth to ask him.

"Oh great being, were you sent by the gods to save us?"

That was hope, a yearning, the only gaze devoid of malice Sos had received since his birth, and the first responsibility he accepted upon awakening.

He extinguished the black flames burning on the World Tree.

He led the Watchers in driving away the invading demons gnawing at the World Tree.

He divided the Cosmic World into Nine Realms.

He brought order to the new world.

Thus, more people began to look up to him, worship him, regard him as their lifelong belief, consider him a beacon in their lives, as the savior of the Celestial Mandate.

Yet.....

Destroy the world.

Save the world.

Perhaps, when you express hope for a celestial burier to save the world, the other might indeed fulfill your wish.

Because.

He.

Perhaps does not know why he came to this world either.

So.

Is there anything truly destined in this world?

...

"In an era when the gods already died, the Terminal Death God, who was supposed to bury the world, stood up and saved this world?"

Chen Zhixing thought this was a dark joke.

But, it sounds interesting, doesn’t it?

"That’s the way it is, outsider. Even if you are recognized as his friend, I hope you should still hold a bit of respect for him."

In Chen Zhixing’s Sea of Consciousness, a Sky God transformed from starlight said this to him.

With a serious tone, without any perfunctory.

As a consciousness born from the ancient Sky God’s shell, yet was pushed out by the returning Sky God and treated as a tool, then expelled from the shell... this is rare.

He was about to perish.

Not because the resurrected Sky God did anything to it, but because Chen Zhixing’s five times Soul Search placed too much burden on his not-so-strong consciousness, leading to his demise.

What is interesting here is.

Even when facing Chen Zhixing, the one who killed him, his words did not contain any hatred, but instead, good intentions towards Chen Zhixing, telling how Sos came into being, and what posture should be held during interactions with Sos.

Would he act this way because he was influenced by Sos?

"Alright, alright, Sos is the Terminal Death God, and then he saved you, so you call him the Savior, the only hope of this world, right? Anything else?"

Chen Zhixing simplified the puppet consciousness’s words plainly, and then somewhat impatiently urged the counterpart to quickly die.

Before, if it weren’t for him taking action to peel it off, the other would likely have reborn within one of the five dinosaurs and started a new life, not akin to a nice person.

"Also, the Sky God is dead."

Chen Zhixing: "???"

"Just a moment ago, Lord Sos personally conducted the burial for Lord Mistrel, unexpectedly, it won’t be long before his Lordship will come to meet you, inquiring about the plan you’ve mentioned before, despite how evil it sounds."

This puppet really is not a good person!

And, how did he know what Chen Zhixing said before!

Facing Chen Zhixing’s doubts, the will only offered a plain response.

"This is the Cosmic Realm."

Then, right before Chen Zhixing’s eyes, right in his Sea of Consciousness, this partner vanished along with the dispersing starlight.

"..."

Just like a damn joke!!!

...

"Hah...." In the Celestial Vault Divine Kingdom, Chen Zhixing took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"What’s wrong?" Bai Yu asked beside him.

"Nothing, a guest is about to arrive, prepare yourself."

"Who is it, that King of the Sky? You’re not asking me to deploy the Immortal Ship for escape, are you!"

"It’s Sos, the King of the Sky is already dead."

"I know the King of the Sky is dead, isn’t he now the combination of Golden Nature and a puppet...."

"The Golden Nature was reclaimed by Sos, Sos is on his way."

Bai Yu: "???"

"Moved so fast?"

Bai Yu was shocked; Sos’s handling speed with the Golden Nature surpasses the Three Great Sacred Lands by miles!

Chen Zhixing nodded with a smile.

"Let me tell you another joke."

"Huh?"

"Sos, the one we’ve met, he is the burial envoy of the Cosmic Realm, born with the mission to destroy the Cosmic Realm."

... Bai Yu was silent for five seconds, then looked at Chen Zhixing as if he were insane: "Are you serious?"

"For real, although I wish it were a joke, it... seems to be true."

Bai Yu pondered a while longer, then suddenly exclaimed with urgency:

"What are we waiting for, let’s go now! If Sos suddenly decides to end the world, we’ll be stuck here in the Cosmic World!!!"