Celestial Peak Chapter 335
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In a paradise-like open field that is filled with clear flowing river and blooming flower fields. In the middle of this majestic field was an open pagoda with a beauty that drinking tea with a calm attitude.
The lady was beautiful and her figure was fitting to her visage. She wore a black nightgown despite it being so early in the morning. The sun was high in the sky providing light.
She was enjoying herself and soon enough she stood up. She walked with elegance and stopped by the entrance to her open pagoda.
She waited for a few seconds and then a flash of bright white light and soon a youth no clothes appeared before her. Wang Ling's body was bare as he was just enjoying a casual bath in the essence of the Infernal Dragon.
But as he stood before the lady in black stood before Wang Ling with her majestic presence. Wang Ling raised his head and looked up to the lady and asked, "Is this Majestic one the original Soul of the Black Dragon?"
Wang Ling did not lower his head and when the Black Dragon saw this she smiled and waved her hand, "Stand, stop it with your glib tongue, even though I have yet to judge what you are I can tell that you Control both qis of the two realms, come with me."
The Black Dragon snapped its fingers and Wang Ling found himself seated in the chair inside the pagoda. Wang Ling was still buck naked but the Black Dragon did not seem to be too disturbed so he just let it be.
The Black Dragon observed the reaction of Wang Ling and smiled with interest. This human was unlike any other, Wang Ling remained unperturbed in front of her majestic presence, a feat not all could do.
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"You control the qi of Hell and Heaven, but it is not just their base qi but the qi of their most kept secret lineage. The Hellish Qi of the Devils, and the Angelic Qi of the Holy Race, to acquire such a thing you must either be of two things. Be the missing one Royal Emperor of the two Kings or be the General of the Creator."
Wang Ling titled his head, he was unsure what to say and he found the words of the Black Dragon to be intriguing, "Emperor of the two Kings? General of the Creator?"
"Oh, you seem to be unaware of these two, well that is not something I expected. Either way, I care not over you know or not. But it will be problematic if you do not know where you side. Well, I shall tell you about the two, I suppose I can tell you a legend from the past.
"Once, there was nothing, but then a being was birthed. He was the first to be born from the Primordial Chaos, you can say he was the embodiment of Chaos itself. He found the Universe to be empty but soon enough he found a way to create worlds through the use of Chaos and so he created the world that is known as Origin Realm. This Origin is where he created his home and built the two realms of Heaven and Hell.
"Then he found these planes to be empty and created the two race, the True Devils and Holy Race. They possess their own characteristics; the Devils possess peerless bodies and wings that are made from thin membranous skin, the Holy Race was granted peerless control of the four Major Elements and almost full invincibility against these said elements they also have corona-like marks on their forehead that shone with golden light. The Creator couldn't grant them his full image of feathery wings and his Golden Halo.
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"The Devils and Holy Race tread their own path but we are not talking about the two races but the two Chaos Wielder instead. Time passed and the Creator found the Devil and Holy Race to be beings who chose to revere him instead of standing with him. At this time, the Deities were given life and the spread of Beasts happened. So he once again created something unique from the two. He created himself."
"Himself?" Wang Ling was at a loss at this point.
"Based on his own image and powers, he started the second Grand Creation. It took him eons to complete but he managed to create it. A being that is just like him, the True Noble that could rival him and walk with him, the General of the Creator. He possesses the feathery wings and Golden Haloes of the Emperor. The phase of growth the General took was just like the phase the Emperor took when he was but a lonesome being.
"At first the General took time to sprout his twelve wings and nine haloes but once he reached the proper age he finally managed to control the full capability of Chaos and became the General of the Creator who possesses the same power of Chaos as the Emperor. That is the Emperor of the Two Kings and the General of the Creator. They are beings of Chaos who can wield the two power. The two have long disappeared and the Origin Realm was sealed long before I lived, now, who are you? Are you the genuine wielder of the Chaos or the Fake wielder General born of the Emperor's curiosity?"
Wang Ling was silent, he was astounded at the legend and he became torn. He had seen different things; the conflict of the Devil and Holy Race; the ancient battlefield of the two walls; and the glimpse of the past through various information he collects.
This information he collected throughout the years, Wang Ling had formed different form endings in his head. But he could have never imagined such a legend. The General and the Emperor? What kind of relevance did it have to the Gray Figure? Or himself?
He was blank. From what he got from the Black Dragon, he should have once thought he was the Creator, but it seems like he wasn't.
Wang Ling's mind was in a state of a blank. And when he opened his mouth the only thing he could say was, "Even I am unsure as to what I truly am."
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