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Chapter 579, Reshaping the World

When it first entered the Dark Void, Black Isle was just a small, isolated island.

Through countless repairs, expansions, and growths, the tiny, isolated island has extended layer by layer, transforming into a vast, giant island.

To withstand the raging vortex storms of the void, the giant island expanded outwards into three concentric rings of planetary islands, forming a stable island group with itself at its core.

Although Black Isle's resilience against the Void Calamity grows stronger day by day, it can now freely traverse the Void without having to be cautious or avoid danger at every turn.

But Hua Changxi's heart was even more anxious.

She was worried about the increasingly dense and bone-chilling yin energy of Black Island, and even more wary of the ever-growing black flames surging within her own nascent soul's chest cavity.

Standing on the Black Island, the surrounding planetary islands all exuded the same chilling aura, and the thick black light obscured their vision. To know the situation in the void outside, they would have to fly out of the ring island.

"Om~"

A deep hum once again pierced the silence of the void and reached my ears.

The sound wasn't loud, but it caused both Hua Changxi and the Nascent Soul to change color.

The two, one big and one small, looked in the direction of the sound and saw a small whirlpool storm rapidly approaching.

Unlike the previous massive storms that swept across the sky and almost tore the entire void apart, this vortex storm was like a stray undercurrent drifting through the void, without any destructive power, and did not cause any serious damage to Black Island.

However, as the undercurrent and storm swept away from Black Island, the color drained from Hua Changxi's face, and her eyes were filled with solemn horror.

This time, she finally saw the complete picture of the vortex storm—it wasn't a void catastrophe at all, but a giant, rapidly spinning, and constantly migrating island group.

At the very center stands the majestic and vast core island, surrounded by layers upon layers of interlocking planetary islands, spiraling rapidly like a spiral arm, enveloped by an invisible yet domineering gravitational pull.

That seemingly insignificant brush past had completely swept away the three concentric rings of islands painstakingly constructed around Black Island, leaving not a single one behind.

This firsthand experience directly confirmed her previous conjecture: all the terrifying vortex storms in the void were formed by the continuous expansion and evolution of black islands.

All the planetary ring islands were swept away by gravity, and Black Island once again became a solitary island in the vast void.

The nascent soul felt a surge of anger, and the black flames grew again. After venting its resentment, it plunged headlong into the newly constructed protective barrier once more.

Hua Changxi watched the busy figure of the Nascent Soul cultivator, feeling utterly helpless.

She was powerless to break through the endless cycle of this void, and could only stand silently and watch quietly.

The black giant island drifted through the void. When it passed through a desolate wasteland of rubble, a bright white pebble suddenly struck Hua Changxi's eyes from among the pile of rocks.

The pebbles were only the size of a fist, with a warm and soft texture, completely devoid of the usual dark gray and coldness of the void. Wisps of faint life slowly emanated from the stones.

Sensing that long-lost vitality, Hua Changxi's heart trembled, and the colorful island where they first met instantly appeared in her mind.

When they first saw that shimmering island, she and the Nascent Soul were unable to look away for a long time. Even though the Nascent Soul on the island showed disgust and tried to avoid it at all costs, the unique vitality and orderly nature of that land were still deeply engraved in their minds.

This piece of stone is most likely a fragment that broke off from an island similar to Rainbow Island.

Hua Changxi was constantly pondering how to break free from this cycle of emptiness.

Previously, she was filled with thoughts of "escape," feeling that only by breaking free from this gloomy world could she find liberation.

However, the void is boundless, and even if the Black Island were transformed into a vortex storm, it would be difficult to completely break free from the shackles of this void.

Now, the warm, white pebbles are held in her palm, and a faint vitality emanates from her skin, like a tiny but persistent flame, igniting a dormant string in her mind.

The vitality was completely out of place in this gray and empty space.

In this void, only destruction, plunder, and ruin continue in an endless cycle.

Throughout its time adrift at Black Island, it has never encountered an island other than black or gray.

But the gleaming white pebbles in my hand and the colorful island in my memory are both real.

What does this mean?

This suggests that beyond the gray void, there may exist a completely different world—a world where islands have color, all things are alive, and life flows naturally.

However, having wandered in this void for so long, Black Island has never truly touched that realm.

why?

The scene of encountering the colorful island flashed through Hua Changxi's mind like lightning—Yu Xue Nascent Soul's undisguised disgust, and that almost instinctive avoidance of it, as if afraid of being tainted by some filth.

A thought flashed through the fog like lightning—was it to avoid being tainted by the chilling aura emanating from Black Island and the Nascent Soul?

Once this idea was born, it grew wildly like weeds.

Hua Changxi thought about it more and more and more, especially when her gaze fell on the raging black flame on the nascent soul's chest, she felt a jolt all over her body, and all the mysteries suddenly became clear.

黑焰

The reason she and the Nascent Soul were trapped in this dark void was entirely because of the black flames.

This dark void is a cage of desires constructed by black flames, and it is a cage of negative desires!

She kept wondering, what exactly does Kuroshima represent?

Now, she seems to understand—Black Island is her inner world, a fortress sculpted day and night by negative desires, and she has been driven by those negative desires all along.

The discovery that her own heart was a dark world filled with destruction and plunder was something Hua Changxi found hard to accept.

In fact, Jing and Tong had pointed this out a long time ago.

What was her reaction at that time?

They dismissed it with disdain, scoffed at it, and firmly believed it to be nonsense.

But now, looking at the desolate black island beneath her feet, she wavered.

If her guess is true, if this dark void is indeed a world of desire constructed by black flames, then there is probably only one way to escape the cycle of reincarnation—to reshape the background of the Black Island!

The creation of a world is not accomplished overnight; how easy is it to reshape the very fabric of a world? (End of Chapter)