588: Genesis IV

Genesis IV

Qinyang had been fighting for so long. She was unsure how long it had been exactly, but it felt like she had been fighting for days. Revenants, one after the other came rushing her without an end. Abyssal Demons congregating and creating a new stronger form did not show any mercy against someone whose breathing created a red mist.0

But, despite it all, tiredness was the last of Qinyang's worries.

[My body, it feels so light… it feels like I can fight some more.] There was no end to her enemies and her energy could never reach its bottom. The more she fought and the more she killed, the more her head body moved faster.

Every strike she made, every kick she delivered, every flap of her wings, Qinyang felt like she was becoming stronger with every fight. She was becoming faster, her wings bigger and more effective in combat. In this instance, she should not be able to find anything that could be seen as positive. After all, she was held captive and being pursued without rest. But, even if Qinyang denied it, a sense of joy was welling up from the bottom of her heart.

[More… more, more! I need more enemies, I need more pressure to draw out the lineage I was given.] Finally, Qinyang found the strength that lay dormant within, the strength that was given to her by her parents. 

The tendrils she found to be disgusting became more natural. The air that she found hard to process became sweeter to the taste. The blood of her enemies became a nectar and before long, she longed to kill. She longed to encounter more enemies to dig deeper into the pool of lineage that she was blessed with.

In Qinyang's long life, she had been hailed as one of the strongest beings in the Universe. She was the daughter of the two strongest beings, of course she was strong but what she was given was extremely limited.

Her durability was comparable to a Fourth Generation, her speed and strength to a third generation Deity. She was a powerhouse, but what irked Qingyang was that it was not enough. 

She was the sole daughter of Wang Ling and Bai Xue. To even be below the Primordials was not something that should happen. Even her wings were fake, taken from a portion of the strength of others. Her flames were nothing more than an imitation of other creatures.

"Do not worry my daughter, it will appear when you grow older. The flames, the ice, everything would be under your command one day. Do not be worried, after all, even if you do not manifest these strengths, it will not change my love for you."

"Will Father not be disappointed in her daughter if I cannot even call upon my lineage? I cannot even summon my wings… my halos… or even a "true" beastial form. If I cannot even control the world that my parents have created, then… What am I supposed to do? I am a failure. I have not been able to achieve anything on my own when I have been given a golden platter… Mother I…." 

"Shush my child, do not fret. No one will be disappointed. It is that bastard Wang Ling, your father's wish to live a quiet life. He would not mind you not having any powers that could level mountains. But, if you are still worried, when your Father comes back from the Void, have him teach you his sword. That man is in no way a master of his lineage as well, so he would rely more on his martial arts. Though I doubt he will teach you his Blood Seeking Sword."

"But… that's different. That's just another gift from both of you. I want to discover my own powers. My own gift that is unique to my own… the gift that you two have originally bestowed upon me… my own lineage."

"Shi shi shi, how ambitious. But, I would not expect less from the Greed of my very own daughter. If you truly wish to awaken your lineage, what you need is pressure, Qinyang. Enough pressure that could make your blood scream. Pressure from a fight that would squeeze out every ounce of fear from your soul. Once you are faced with such a thing, your potential will show." 

"Really?"

"Of course I am. My first time devouring something that was beyond my own strength was when I was on the verge of death. I devoured and survived, with greed I embraced the ugliness of my powers and now I have awakened my true strength. I am sure you will be able to do the same, my daughter. But, what will I do… Mother does not want to endanger her most beloved daughter."

This was the conversation she had with Bai Xue when she was a thousand years old. The pressure she had been seeking was now before her. The danger of death was about to claim her neck in the form of her Father's previous self. 

Danger was now by her side. The scent of death clung thick in the air and now, Qinyang finally managed to unleash a strength that was unique only to her. 

The Phoenix wings she once had were now replaced. Black wings spotted with purple dots, tendrils hanging by the end of each feathers, capable of ending the life of anything it touched. Writhing God's Mark covered both her arms and back. 

Elemental qi now obeyed her every command outside of the Deity lineage she had consumed. 

The ice she created became blood red and could not be melted, the flames she ignited was purple that could incinerate even the abyss' putrid presence, the earth was malleable under her foot, the wind was her foothold, the space became her playground tearing and pulling without any kind of resistance. 

The change she experienced became her weapon. She embraced them with less and less hesitation every single time. Her own safety was at risk, why reject the power that could save her life? Why not accept the power that was inside her all along?

Within her she could feel it, something was about to awaken. 

She wanted to find it, the truest strength of her own and now, a part of her wanted to continue fighting. A part of her had stopped wanting to escape and just continue fighting. 

"Qin…yang…."

Then, she heard a voice piercing the quagmire that was her consciousness. 

Qinyang looked for it and only after a warm liquid flowed from her hand did her "vision" was released from a misty haze.

She looked at her own hand that was drenched in blood. A trail of blood was before her and when she followed it, what she saw was Chang Ping breathing heavily a fist size hole on her left shoulder.

"Wha—what happened!? Sis-sister Chang? What are… When did you get here? I… what was I—"

The ice sword she was holding disintegrated. 

Her hands began to shake violently and from the pool of blood below her Qinyang saw a reflection.

"Wha… what's this!?"

Qinyang asked as she felt her face, covered in striped God's Mark, and blood shot eyes and purple slitted pupils.

But what caught her attention most were two slender horns sticking out her forehead.

She looked at herself, at her blood soaked hands and then at Chang Ping….

"This form… this ugly form. How can I show this to Father and Mother? These horns… these tendrils… these accursed wings. How can I… no… no… I don't want this. This is not the power that I want. No… I am supposed to be like mother… that elegant form… right? I…." With tears going down her eyes, she desperately wanted to give it reason. 

What she was becoming, it was not what she was supposed to be.

"I am supposed to reflect \my parents… this… this body… this is not them."

"Qinyang… calm down… this is not the first time this has happened. Control your emotion… or else you will ...."

"You…."

Then, right before her eyes, the approaching Chang Ping changed into a Revenant carrying a sword. Qinyang looked at the Revenant's smile and taunted her, and she knew that this was all that bastard's fault.

"YOU DID THIS TO ME!?"

Thus, Qinyang once again fought the "Revenants".

Thus, Chang Ping resumed a losing fight against Qinyang.

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