Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon

"How could this be..." Ailuodi said in disbelief.

All three of them were radiating the brilliance of life force, but their appearances didn’t look like those of normal people at all. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Then she saw Chaoyang, looking at her with surprise.

Had something happened?

Angel subconsciously tried to turn her head to look behind her, but her body couldn’t move as freely as usual. It was only then that she realized, looking down at her legs, there seemed to be threads forming between them, as if her skin was intermingling and seeping into one another. Even worse, some mucus-like substance was oozing out from the top of her shoes, starting to seep into the ground!

This is bad...

She extended her hand, and the Gale Sword materialized in her palm. She then aimed it at her own legs, ready to swing down and cut!

"Don’t move!" Chaoyang shouted directly into her mind as he stepped forward, grabbing Ailuodi, and simultaneously opened a portal to another world!

The next second, both the Angel and the ten-centimeter radius of the floor beneath her feet were transported away, leaving her to find herself in a strange room when she came to her senses.

Chaoyang, however, did not leave.

He felt the wishing power fading rapidly from his body, and his limbs were becoming sluggish. It might have been that the mere surface coverage of The Divine Country had hindered the spread of the wood-like transformation, but the effect of the mutation was still advancing. In less than ten seconds, he could feel a sticky sensation coming from beneath his pants, as if the epidermis was beginning to melt.

Chaoyang looked up and saw the three individuals had opened their tightly shut eyes at some point and were staring at him with horror. In their eyes, he could see his own reflection transformed into a Prayer Columnar Figure.

For a moment, he suddenly understood that this extraordinary ability wasn’t brought about by the God of All Machines.

It eroded humans, affected The Divine Country, effectively changing the basic rules of a region. The originators of such phenomena were usually the Primordial Gods.

With this realization, he relaxed a bit.

With a thought, Chaoyang materialized a bundle of High Explosives in his hands—after officially ascending to godhood, his speed of creation had become incomparable, and simple objects were almost instantaneously conjured without preparation.

Fixing his gaze on the three individuals, he let out a cold laugh and pressed the detonator, "Don’t worry, I’ll be back."

A dazzling explosion engulfed him in flames, obliterating the room to smithereens!

In the moment of his body’s dissolution, Chaoyang’s consciousness returned to Thistlefort. He was drenched in sweat as if he had just been fished out of water, not from nervousness, but because the round-trip journey had consumed nearly two hundred thousand wishing power. The significant loss of wishing power also burdened him with immense physical strain.

One hundred thousand was transporting the body with The Divine Country.

Around ten thousand was the transport of Ailuodi and the floor beneath her feet.

The rest was all the consumption caused by The Divine Country’s resistance to the mutation.

It was then that Chaoyang heard Ailuodi’s urgent cries, "Hey, talk to me, are you alright!"

"Don’t worry, I’m fine. As you know, as long as I have enough avatars, there’s no way I’d be in trouble. How about you?"

"I..." There was an unexpected hesitation from the other side, "I should be fine, too."

Chaoyang’s heart sank, "Wait for me, I’ll be right there."

After he caught his breath, he opened the portal between the two worlds again and returned to his residence. Ailuodi wasn’t sitting on the sofa waiting for him as he had expected; instead, she was still lying on her side in the living room, with a few feathers scattered on the floor.

The moment she saw Chaoyang, she showed a somewhat awkward smile, "I was going to stand up... So this is your home? It’s simpler than I imagined."

"Enough, let me look at your legs," Chaoyang interrupted. He bent down beside her and carefully examined the Angel’s legs... The once graciously slender calves had now fused together, resembling a piece of petrified wood, and even the floorboards had completely merged with her feet without a visible seam.

"I can’t feel them anymore..." Ailuodi said softly, "Fortunately, the numbness didn’t continue to spread upward. If I had to lose my legs, I suppose I still wouldn’t be considered disabled... after all, I can fly."

Chaoyang remained silent. He couldn’t imagine the lively and enthusiastic Angel girl being confined to a wheelchair most of the time.

"Let me try," Shi Yin suddenly interjected.

Chaoyang raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Where did you run off to just now? The anomalies in the Royal City must be related to the Primordial Gods, right? Why didn’t you warn me in advance?"

"I didn’t warn you?" Shi Yin immediately raised its voice and "roared", "I already said that the Latter Divine abandoning their vessel are easily influenced by the Primordial Gods, and will become a ’sore’ through which the power of the Primordial Gods radiates into the world. It was you who insisted on taking over this mess. Besides, when you were in the Royal City, your Divine Country was completely suppressed, preventing me from maintaining normal thoughts... You can understand that all wishing power was barely enough to sustain the Divine Country, leaving me no spare energy to use. In short, all this is your problem!"

"Alright, alright..." Chaoyang, knowing he was at fault, quickly tried to appease, "It’s all my fault, now see if you can heal her."

Shi Yin snorted softly, then crawled out from his shoulder, landed on Ailuodi, and wrapped around her legs like transparent slime. As red light bloomed forth, countless tiny snake shadows slithered out of Shi Yin’s body and began to devour the wooden exterior of the Angel’s legs!

Ailuodi was also stunned by this scene!

She watched in amazement as the areas where the snake shadows had wandered turned back to the natural pallor of skin, and her numb feet gradually regained sensation.

Chaoyang was gasping for air, with sweat beading on his forehead once more, because he could feel the wishing power depleting rapidly; obviously this move was energy-intensive.

About thirty minutes later, Ailuodi’s legs finally returned to normal, and the "stuck" wooden floorboard also fell off, breaking into pieces.

"Wow... thank you!" the girl joyfully picked up Shi Yin and hugged it tight, rubbing vigorously, "You’re really amazing!"

"Humph... hehe... of course..." Shi Yin glanced provocatively at Chaoyang, "I am the God above gods, not to be lumped in with someone like you."

If it were the old times, Chaoyang would have punched it already, but this time, in light of it saving Ailuodi, he forgave Shi Yin generously, "What kind of power is this? I’ve never seen you use it before."

"You haven’t seen it? It’s just that even if you had, you wouldn’t recognize it. Whether it’s unifying life or reversing causality, it is essentially the same power. The ’time’ that humans can understand is also the dominion of the God of Causality," Shi Yin said with no lack of pride. "Simply put, I reversed the local time on Miss Ailuodi’s legs, restoring them to the state before they were transformed."

"Wait... just restored to before?"

"Yes, as time goes on, this transformation will reoccur," Shi Yin said as if it were a matter of fact. "Causality has already formed; I can only hasten or delay its arrival, nothing more."

Chaoyang was puzzled, "But Unfathomed managed to change the future."

"That’s correct, Unfathomed can rewrite the rules within the Labyrinth. After catching a glimpse of a fraction of the God of Causality’s immense power, it acquired the ability to rewrite its own fate," Shi Yin nodded as it spoke, "Stop right there, I know you want to say you also control a part of Unfathomed’s power and whether you can achieve the same effect, right? Clearly, this won’t work. First of all, your cognitive abilities are not on the same level as the Primordial Gods, and secondly, you can’t decipher the ’Curse’ afflicting Miss Ailuodi as to which force it belongs. If you have never seen or touched something, then you cannot set rules against it."

It paused for a moment and then added, "However... there is indeed a way to truly cure her. Causality has a source; if you sever the source of the transformation, even when time comes, the ’Curse’ will disappear due to paradox."

Now Chaoyang understood.

The only way to cure Ailuodi was to completely eradicate the God of All Machines that had been corrupted by the Primordial Gods.