Chapter 2153: Outsider!
The divine radiance flickered, its ascent slowing—struggling to climb further. It trembled for a moment, then, with a final pulse of brilliance, it began to fade.
Yet, even as it dimmed, the eighth level of the Divine Moon Authority Tablet remained fully illuminated—a beacon of undeniable truth that struck deep into the souls of everyone present.
A suffocating silence swept over the Moon and Star Divine Kingdom's delegation.
The Moon and Star Divine Regents, who had already been shaken beyond belief, now stood frozen, their faces pale, as if struck by divine judgment itself.
The weight of what they were witnessing pressed upon them like a celestial decree—absolute and inescapable.
Eighth level...!
This was beyond the highest purity recorded among their known descendants.
This wasn't just royalty—this was bloodline purity that only those closest to the original Moon Gods themselves could possess!
Their shock was mirrored throughout the entire arena, but there was one person who felt it differently.
Yun Che.
His very soul trembled as an ominous, inescapable feeling of unease erupted within him.
Something was wrong—deeply wrong.
His gaze darted toward the Monarch, who had remained still throughout the test.
But now—
For the first time in this entire gathering, the Abyssal Monarch's expression had completely darkened.
His once calm, ever mysterious demeanor was gone.
His golden eyes, ancient and unfathomable, now stared at the Divine Tablet—not with curiosity, not with amusement, but with something that sent chills through Yun Che's very bones.
Abyssal dread.
Then—
A whisper.
Soft, yet deafening in its weight.
"Impossible..."
The word escaped the Monarch's lips, sending a ripple of unspeakable tension through the battlefield.
It was not a whisper of doubt.
It was a whisper of realization.
The Monarch—who had ruled the Abyss for millions of years, who had lived longer than entire civilizations, who had seen the rise and fall of the greatest gods of the ancient era—
Had just uttered a word he never should have spoken.
"Impossible...."
And everyone heard it.
Everyone felt it.
An unbearable pressure descended upon the arena.
Even the True Gods among them felt it—the suffocating weight of something beyond their understanding.
To them, the Monarch was absolute.
Unshakable.
Eternal.
For him to utter such a thing—
To doubt something with his very own voice—
The ancient air around him twisted, as if the very laws of existence quivered at the Monarch's unease.
And then—
A new thought pierced through Yun Che's mind like an unrelenting storm.
A realization so absurd, so overwhelming, that he almost refused to believe it.His soul shook in horror...
The Monarch knew.
He knew something about the Moon Gods.
And this wasn't just recognition.
This was remembrance.
And then—
It clicked.
It all clicked.
Because the Abyssal Monarch wasn't just an Ancient True God.
He was the Prince of the Heaven Punishment God Clan.
The son of Mo E—the Heaven Punishment Creation God himself!
The Moon Gods... They were his father's subordinates.
That was why he was so familiar with their legacy!
That was why he had been able to convince the Moon Gods of the past to relinquish their divinity, allowing their God Sources to be created—ensuring that their descendants could inherit the Moon Gods' power in the future.
And Shen Wuyi—
Her bloodline had just triggered something that should have never existed in this world
At this very moment, millions of impossibilities raced through his mind!
For Shen Wuyi to possess bloodline purity at this level…
It could only mean one thing—
She was the direct offspring of someone from at least two to three million years ago!
But that should be impossible!
No one who has inherited True God power has ever lived beyond fifty thousand years!
Let's take Shen Xi, the daughter of the Primordial Azure Dragon, a True God of unfathomable might close to his own, it was plausible for someone of her level to hide away, escaping his divine senses entirely.
But the Moon Gods?
That was impossible!
He knew—he was certain—that the last surviving Moon God to have ever fallen into the Abyss had long perished under the Abyssal Corrosion!
Unless—
Unless Shen Wuyi was the daughter of the Moon God himself! She should not have that bloodline purity!
His breath turned heavy.
His very being rejected the thought.
But there was no other explanation.
And even if he entertained the ridiculous possibility that the last Moon God had miraculously survived, hidden away somewhere in the Abyss beyond his reach, then—
Wouldn't Shen Wuyi's bloodline be even purer?
Wouldn't she be at the ninth level… or even the tenth level?!!!
The only explanation—
The only truth that made sense—
The weight of that realization crashed down upon the Monarch, shaking his very soul.
The same realization rippled through the High Priests—Ancient True Gods who had once ruled the world above before falling into the Abyss.
Their expressions twisted. Their eyes, which had seen countless eras pass, narrowed with the weight of an impossible truth.
There was only one explanation—
One horrifying, world-shattering explanation.
"OUTSIDER!"
The Monarch's voice erupted, his eyes widening in a way they never had before. His decree crashed down upon the world like the collapse of heaven itself.
The air itself shuddered.
The earth quaked beneath his fury.
And Yun Che—
His blood ran cold.
The instant the word fell from the Monarch's lips, his breath caught in his throat, his entire body stiffening in sheer horror.
No. No, no, no, no, no, no!
His heart slammed against his ribs. His fingers dug into his palms, his nails piercing his own flesh.
This wasn't happening.
This couldn't be happening.
The Monarch's decree echoed in his ears, a dreadful ringing that drowned out all else.
The entire arena fell into a suffocating silence—
Before erupting into chaos.
"SHE IS AN OUTSIDER?!!!"
The Monarch's voice resounded like divine judgment, declaring an absolute truth—a truth that should have never been possible.
And yet, the evidence was undeniable.
The Moon God's bloodline purity—far beyond what should exist in this era—could only mean one thing.
Shen Wuyi was not born in this world.
She had come from somewhere else—
From beyond the Abyss.
"OUTSIDER?! SHE'S AN OUTSIDER?!!"
A roar of voices exploded through the crowd as realization dawned upon every Divine Kingdom, upon every gathered figure of power.
Yun Che felt his chest tighten, his breath growing uneven.
No. No, NO!
His mind raced, thoughts spiraling in all directions, desperately grasping for a way to fix this, to control the situation.
But he could do nothing.
With a mere lift of his hand, the Monarch's divine might wrenched Shen Wuyi's unconscious body from the grasp of Eternal Night's people. No one dared to stop him.
Her limp form floated effortlessly through the air, her blood-stained robes fluttering faintly as she was drawn before the highest existence in the Abyss.
The Monarch extended a hand, placing it firmly upon her forehead.
The moment his palm made contact, a terrible force broke into her soul.
A pain beyond any battlefield wound surged through her body—like a blade piercing directly into the depths of her consciousness, slicing through every hidden memory, every buried thought.
Her face twisted in agony.
Even in her barely conscious state, her body instinctively tried to resist, her lips parting in a faint, breathless moan of pain—
But she was powerless.
The Monarch saw everything.
Every moment of her life in the Abyss.
Every step she took within the Eternal Night Divine Kingdom.
Every battle, every triumph, every struggle.
Her entire existence was laid bare before him—her every secret unraveled.
And then—
His eyes widened.
His fingers trembled against her skin.
"She… can control Abyssal Dust?"
His voice was barely above a whisper, yet it crashed through the arena like the roar of a collapsing world.
The already stunned crowd—who had yet to recover from the shock of her being an outsider—descended into sheer madness.
"Impossible!"
"Control… Abyssal Dust?! That...that...!!!"
Voices overlapped, disbelief and horror etched onto every face. Even the High Priests, who had long held their composure, were visibly shaken.
The Monarch's gaze darkened.
If there had been any lingering doubt in his mind before—
It was now gone.
She was not from this world.
Her body bore the blood of the Moon Gods, her power resonated with lost divinities, and now—
She wielded authority over the very dust that made up the Abyss itself.
What… are you, Shen Wuyi?
His fingers pressed harder against her forehead as he pushed deeper, seeking the truth buried beneath her fragmented past.
But—
He hit a wall.
The moment he tried to pierce beyond the day she was found by Eternal Night—
Nothing.
Blurry fragments. Shattered memories. A void where there should have been something.
The Monarch's expression stiffened.
A barrier.
An unbreakable veil of mystery.
Even with his power, he could go no further.
A True God's soul-search should have torn through every memory—should have exposed the very essence of her being.
But instead—
He found… nothing.
A slow exhale left his lips.
With a flicker of his divine will, he released her.
Shen Wuyi's unconscious form was gently lowered to the ground.
The pressure on her soul vanished, but the damage was already done.
Her face, once contorted in agony, slowly relaxed. Her shallow, uneven breaths steadied.
But as her soul found relief, her mind stirred.
Her eyes fluttered open.
Her vision was hazy, the world around her still a blur—
But the first thing she saw—
Was the way they were looking at her.
The weight of their gazes pressed against her skin like invisible chains.
Different.
It wasn't admiration.
It wasn't reverence.
It wasn't even fear.
As if she were no longer one of them.
As if she were something else entirely.
Her chest tightened.
Her fingers, trembling and weak, curled against the cold ground beneath her.
She didn't understand—
But she knew.
Something had changed.
And it could never be undone.
The Monarch's gaze bore down upon her, his golden eyes filled with unreadable depth. He stood motionless, his towering presence alone enough to command the world.
"Who are you?"
His voice carried no overt power, yet it reverberated like an unshakable decree. A weight that pressed down upon the soul, suffocating—unyielding.
Shen Wuyi's breath hitched.
Her body, still trembling from the overwhelming pain of his soul search, instinctively froze.
"...?"
Her mind spun, disoriented by the absurdity of the question.
What did he mean?
Who was she?
She was Shen Wuyi—wasn't she?
A faint furrow appeared between her brows, confusion flickering across her blood-streaked face.
"Your Majesty… what do you mean?"
Her voice was hoarse, her throat raw from the pain that had wrecked through her body and soul moments ago. But what shook her wasn't just the question itself—
It was the way they were looking at her.
Different.
The sea of gazes surrounding her no longer held admiration, awe, or even the weight of witnessing a battle between geniuses.
Instead—
They carried unease.
Suspicion.
Even wariness.
The weight of it pressed against her, constricting—oppressive.
The Monarch's eyes narrowed slightly. His next words shattered the last remnants of silence.
"Before you were Shen Wuyi… who were you, Qingyue?"
BOOM.
A thunderous explosion erupted in her mind, scattering all thought.
Qingyue…?
Her heart staggered in her chest.
The moment that name left his lips, something within her soul lurched violently.
Like an ancient chain, rusted and buried within the depths of her being, had suddenly been rattled.
Shen Wuyi's hands clenched into fists.
The growing sense of unease consumed her.
Why?
Why did that name feel like a whisper from a dream she had long forgotten?
Why… did it feel as if it belonged to her?
From the stands, Yun Che's heart tightened into a vice.
He heard it.
Her real name.
The Monarch had spoken it out loud.
His entire body tensed, every muscle coiled like a beast ready to strike.
If the Monarch did anything further—
If he so much as touched her again—
He wouldn't hesitate.
His fingers curled into a death grip, as though he were already preparing to tear through space itself.
If a single wrong move happened—Other Shore Asura would erupt.
A heartbeat passed.
A silence so taut it could have split the heavens apart.
Then—
Shen Wuyi slowly lifted her eyes, her body swaying slightly, but her voice did not falter.
"I… do not know."
A single sentence, quiet yet clear.
The Monarch's piercing stare did not waver.
He knew.
His Divine Soul had pierced into the depths of her being.
And he had found—nothing.
Only her memories within the Abyss.
Everything before that?
Gone.
As if it had never existed.
It shouldn't have been possible.
His Divine Power was absolute.
Nothing should have been able to block it.
And yet—
Even now, standing before him, her gaze steady despite her exhaustion, she showed no sign of deception.
The Monarch's expression darkened.
He had expected fear.
Expected her defenses to crack under the weight of his presence.
Expected her to break.
But instead, all he saw was a woman who truly did not know.
Seeing that the Monarch did not press further, Yun Che inwardly let out a breath of relief… but his mind was in turmoil. Just from the purity of her blood alone, the Monarch was able to deduce that she came from outside the Abyss?!! What kind of absurdity is this?! Yet, the truth had unfolded right before his very eyes.
A chilling thought crept into his mind—was his secret exposed as well? If the Monarch possessed such terrifying insight, there would be no need for him to feign ignorance. The only explanation was that Xia Qingyue truly had no memories of him—not even in the depths of her soul. That was why, despite standing before her, her aura had remained completely undisturbed. She did not remember him at all.
But even as this realization set in, Yun Che felt no sense of reassurance. An ominous feeling gnawed at him, a dreadful premonition that something terrible could still befall Xia Qingyue. Suppressing his unease, he finally spoke, his voice breaking through the heavy silence that had settled over the arena.
"Your Majesty… what is an outsider?"
His words shattered the daze that had gripped the crowd, snapping them back to reality.
Everyone was momentarily confused by the question, but as they turned to see who had spoken, understanding quickly dawned upon them. Meng Jianyuan had spent most of his life outside the Divine Kingdom. It was only natural that he wouldn't know what an outsider was.
The Monarch's gaze fell upon him, calm and composed, before he answered in an even tone.
"Outsiders refer to those who originate from beyond the Abyss—beings who have entered this world from the outside, much like the Gods and Devils of the past."
His words carried a weight that made the air seem heavier. Then, after a brief pause, the Monarch continued.
"In a way, I, too, am an outsider."
A ripple of realization spread through the crowd. It was true. Their very Lord—the supreme ruler of the Abyss—was not originally of this world. The same was true of their ancestors. In the end, were they not all descendants of outsiders?
"I see..." Yun Che nodded as he absorbed the explanation, watching as more details unfolded before him.
Meng Kongchan, who had remained silent until now, stepped forward and elaborated further.
"Throughout our long history—spanning millions of years—outsiders have mostly referred to those who descend into the Abyss from the place we call the Eternal Pure Land. Most of them are weak, barely at the peak of Divine Masters, yet their appearances have become more frequent in the last million years."
Yun Che's mind turned as he processed this new information.
Meng Kongchan continued, his voice carrying a tinge of solemnity.
"Because they are able to enter our world, we have long sought a way to do the same—to break through the barriers that separate us. That is why our Abyssal Knights were sent on an expedition to uncover a path into their world. For the Monarch and the High Priests, it is not merely a matter of exploration, but a journey to return to the world from which they once came."
"And because of the outsider and the Abyssal Knights sacrificed, that is why we now finally found a spatial tunnel to enter Eternal Pure Land"
His words revealed a long-standing truth, one that many had already known yet seldom spoke about. But Yun Che was focused on something else—something far more urgent.
He took a step forward, his voice steady yet carrying an unmistakable weight.
"Then… what will happen to Shen Wuyi?"
Though he directed his words toward his father, his true question was meant for the Monarch. And in that moment, all eyes turned once more to their supreme ruler, waiting for his answer.
The very words and actions of the Abyssal Monarch would determine Yun Che's next decision. If any harm were to befall Shen Wuyi—Xia Qngyue—right before his eyes, he would abandon all pretense and discard his mask without hesitation.
Deep within his soul, Li Suo's voice screamed in desperation, urging him not to act recklessly, warning him against throwing everything away. But Yun Che could not ignore the weight in his heart. He owed Xia Qingyue too much. He had already lost her once, believing he would never have the chance to repay her for all that she had done for him.
But now that he had found her again—he would not hesitate.
No matter the consequences, no matter what it would cost him, he would follow what his heart told him to do.