Only God
Chapter 41 - 38: The Sacrifice for Salvation

Chapter 41: Chapter 38: The Sacrifice for Salvation

Chen Yi stood before the Ancient Chaos.

He clearly knew that the pale power escaping from it was becoming more frequent as time passed.

"It’s unbelievable... In such a short time, the pale power of Chaos has accumulated to such an extent."

God gazed at the bubbling, surging Ancient Chaos; this time, the accumulated pale power was much greater than before. He could foresee that, as the end of days approached, if left unchecked, this prehistoric deluge might persist for thousands of years.

Chen Yi raised his hand, holding the broken horn of a Unihorn.

Over the years, He had gradually understood the changes that His own power could bring.

Now, this Unihorn’s broken horn was no longer just a broken horn.

God had transformed it, and the light He brought could drive away the Ancient Chaos, naturally settling upon the horn.

It had become a Scepter capable of parting the pale floodwaters.

Scattered islands dotted the ocean dominated by the Ancient Chaos. Chen Yi lifted His face, alighting upon one of the islands, then moved slowly forward, preparing to enter into the Ancient Chaos once again.

This salvation would not be as simple as splitting the great floodwaters.

The Primordial Will would not stand by and watch the waters of annihilation be easily resolved.

The Ancient Chaos, commissioned by the world’s Primordial Will, was both an arm and a great Sword.

Therefore, He must step into the midst of the Ancient Chaos and suppress the burgeoning pale power at its source.

"Since your power can change the form of life..."

God murmured to Himself,

"Then why can’t my power change your form?"

Everything has a price.

When the figure, shining with light, merged into the boiling dark, only Chen Yi knew what kind of sacrifice salvation required.

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The giant Unihorn whale slowed down its speed underwater, and Al and Yarlessto clearly saw the sea water becoming more turbulent and violent; the calm seas were gone forever.

The Unihorn whale struggled to emanate the brilliance from its sharp horn, but the surrounding waters no longer obeyed its command as before; gradually, Yarlessto saw its helplessness.

At that moment, Yarlessto lifted his face, gazing into the distance; he saw the canoe constantly approaching the Ancient Chaos, but there was a storm gathering in the vast sea area ahead of the Chaos.

"A storm! We must change course!"

With Yarlessto’s shout, father and son immediately sprang into action. Al stood at the bow, slapping the water with his paddle, signaling their intentions to the Unihorn whale.

After Al slapped the water several times, the Unihorn whale understood their intent, emitting a long whale call. The huge head underwater changed direction, and the canoe also slowly turned away.

Waves churned around the canoe from all sides, as fish beneath the water darted back and forth restlessly, driven by instinct to desperately flee from something.

Father and son gripped the paddles, rowing furiously under the guidance of the Unihorn whale as a storm was already brewing on the distant sea!

And they had to escape before the storm drew close.

The Unihorn whale struggled mightily beneath the waves to manipulate the water for the father and son. Yarlessto anxiously watched the flow of water, realizing with alarm that it was converging towards the center of the storm at an alarming rate, creating ever-increasing resistance to their travels.

The canoe wobbled unsteadily on the ocean, the Unihorn whale’s glowing tusk dimmed amidst the rolling waves, as father and son clenched their teeth and used all their strength to paddle.

Without needing any communication, both the Unihorn whale and the father and son knew very well that if they did not escape the storm now, they might never get another chance.

A vast vortex had formed behind them in the storm.

The Unihorn whale used all its might to flick its tail fin, its tusk constantly urging the water to part, as the pull from behind grew overwhelming, inevitably drawing in schools of fish and shrimp towards the vortex, while the oncoming currents became increasingly unmanageable.

In an instant, the sky was shrouded by black clouds, and heavy rain poured down on the vast ocean, blurring the line between rain dissipating into the sea or existing separately on its surface.

Visibility became instantaneously murky, and scenes distorted among the threads of rain. Yarlessto felt a panic creeping over him, but he clung fiercely to reason, gritting his teeth and charging forward with his father.

The streams of water converging towards the vortex grew in number; the storm seemed ready to tear apart heaven and earth. The Unihorn whale slowly lost strength, emitting a mournful sound as its long tusk grew even dimmer.

Betwixt the black clouds, thunder exploded with terror, lightning illuminating the rain, as the canoe bobbed and dipped among the towering waves.

The storm suddenly drew near, with a frightening speed, like a wolf tracking the scent of blood, closing in on the father and son’s heels.

The currents immediately became violent; the terrifying pull of the storm’s vortex made even the Unihorn whale unable to control its direction, as the canoe began retreating into the waves towards the vortex.

"No!"

Yarlessto cried out, as a huge wave surged up from the surface of the water, crashing down hard on the frail canoe.

The Unihorn whale beneath issued a panic-stricken whale call.

In an instant, the canoe capsized amidst the waves, struggling on the sea surface, as father and son were both thrown into the water, toyed with mercilessly by the storm, like ants.

Al and Yarlessto fought for their lives swimming towards the canoe, seized hold of it, and with all their strength, pushed it down to right it once more. They clambered back onto the canoe, gasping for air amidst the torrential rain.

Misfortune often arrives in pairs, one after another.

Yarlessto’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked towards the ocean floor, where only swarms of fish and shrimp could be seen sweeping into the storm, with no sign of the Unihorn whale.

Despair surged within him.

Yarlessto turned back around as the fierce wind came at them head-on. Giant waves ushered them into the massive storm, and all resistance by the two Logosians was so utterly futile in the process.

Even though Yarlessto clearly knew that God had spoken of an apocalypse that had not yet arrived, to them... the spectacle before their eyes was like the apocalypse itself.

He turned to look at his father. Al, too, was battered and haggard from the storm, his white hair fluttering chaotically in the viscous wind.

The rain was terrifyingly heavy, beating fiercely against Yarlessto’s eyes, causing pain. The pouring rain soon made it harder to see his father’s face, yet he caught sight of Al’s bright eyes through the water.

Wave after wave assaulted them; the canoe, like a struggling ant, was inevitably pulled into the storm.

Amid the violent jostling, Yarlessto felt the world spin around him. He fought to maintain his will, but still couldn’t ward off a physical nausea and the weight of his despair. Under the lash of the waves, his vision darkened, his head was struck hard, and he passed out.