The King of Black Fog

This Heavenly Tribulation is unreasonable; the one faced by the great Pangu, by Li Changzhou, and by the embryo now are all of identical intensity.

Unlike the Human Tribulation, which adjusts according to the strength of the Tribulation Crossing.

Nor is it like the Earth Tribulation, which varies depending on the environmental context of the Tribulation Crossing.

Heavenly Tribulation, its only purpose is destruction.

Can the heavenly laws be shaken? No.

Hestia within the embryo also knows a great disaster is looming, but the Primordial Divine Tree utterly disregards this, showing no intention of slowing down its energy absorption.

This is beyond her control.

Just like when Li Changzhou crossed the Human Tribulation, possessing infinite Mana, the deepest objects surfaced, the most exalted lowered, it was irrational, it was madness.

Even with the Heavenly Tribulation overhead, the small tree continues to absorb massive energy, with the embryo constantly maturing, quickly forming a baby shape.

"Flames..."

Thus, Hestia, left with only a lingering spirit, can send out a faint consciousness.

"Flames?" Li Qianxia wants to help, "What flames?"

The Phoenix strides forward, grabbing the flames shed by Hestia, flinging it forward.

Woosh!

The flames enshroud the embryo, which had started to extinguish, but now fiercely blazes again.

"She wants to use the Primordial Divine Body to directly regain her former powers?" Turquoise Pool observes.

"Useless," Li Changzhou says, "not even Pangu could do it, she regains her strength only to meet a dead end."

"Not to regain strength." Yang Qinglan sees something more.

The flames burn, the embryo's aura doesn't grow but diminishes instead, the Primordial Divine Tree transforms from an ordinary sapling to a crimson one.

Leaves and trunk, both like crimson jade, look a hundred times more miraculous than before.

Being miraculous, it ceases to be 'primordial.'

The ancient well ascends, filled with thunder in the vacuum, disappearing into the darkness.

The universe returns to emptiness, the previous thunder like mountains collapsing, a mirage.

Most of the ocean of cosmic energy disperses, leaving only a bit of flame essence to cradle the embryo.

The crimson small tree emits blazing light, seemingly piercing the entire universe.

Light surges, a thousand strands of divine mist, countless divine phantoms appear to chant and bless for the embryo.

Various visions manifest; the universe seems to bestow blessings, celebrating her birth.

It appears like oil on boiling flames and luxuriant blossoms.

Li Changzhou says, "If it were the Primordial Divine Body, these visions would all be absorbed."

"It's a relief to be alive," Hestia's thoughts grow clearer.

Two reasons: first, she retrieved the divine fire; second, her constitution declined so she formed faster, after all, even the universe aids her, celebrating her birth.

Soon, Hestia matures to about two or three years old, ceasing energy absorption.

Long flame-colored hair, fair skin, at a young age, her features already exhibit stunning beauty, possessing an overpowering allure.

Her eyes resemble Li Changzhou, lips like Yang Qinglan.

"There is room for further improvement, but it won't benefit the future." She murmurs, sounding like a mutter due to her young age.

"Wow!" Li Qianxia's eyes sparkle, "So beautiful! Hestia, can I bully you?"

"No," Hestia directly responds, "Also, don't call me Hestia anymore, I want a name change... call me 'Li Huoya.'

Li Qianxia, without thinking, says, "That's awful."

"A name isn't about sounding good." Hestia, no, Li Huoya crosses her arms on her chest, exuding the aura of an unparalleled little beauty, "It needs meaning. Li, represents the surname; Huoya is my divinity in flames; and Huoya, in a previous life, you can't imagine the magic of this name."

"Then see if my name has any magic, I'm Li Qianxia."

"Ordinary, with no distinctiveness."

"My grandfather picked it from a calendar! So did my brother! Do you dare say my brother is also ordinary, with no distinctiveness?!"

"Your brother is your brother, and you are you."

Watching the two debate the importance of names, Turquoise Pool rests her slender fingers under her chin thoughtfully.

She muses aloud, "I took a closer look..."

"What did you notice?" Li Changzhou inquires.

"I think our children might look even better."

"..." Li Changzhou thought she discerned something significant.

He turns towards Yang Qinglan, a smile lifting at the corners of his mouth: "Choosing a name deserves careful consideration."

"Don't speak, I'm already pondering," Yang Qinglan replies.

"..." Li Changzhou finds this side perplexing, too.

Though Li Huoya isn't truly his daughter, seeing her evokes an uncontrollable joy deep in Li Changzhou's heart.

He always wants to offer something sincere to her, to make her better.

He's eagerly anticipating his biological child's arrival.

[Bodhisattva, rest assured, when you are born, I will shield you from the Heavenly Tribulation.]

[This time, I owe you.]

Li Changzhou laughs inwardly: [There's no need for debts between me and the Bodhisattva! Consider it a gesture on behalf of those you've helped and enlightened, a wish for Bodhisattva's sainthood—none will oppose.]

Bodhisattva smiles gently, saying nothing.

In her heart, she resolves that once reborn, she will do everything to help Li Changzhou achieve victory in the game.

Simultaneously, she contemplates what her new name should be, Li...

No, she doesn't necessarily need to be a Li, a Yang would be nice too, Yang...

Meanwhile, she adds aloud: [You needn't worry about the Queen Mother having your child. If it happens, it will surely be a Primordial Divine Body, possibly even stronger than yours. After all, the Queen Mother's constitution would be anything but ordinary, and an Earth-based Heavenly Tribulation won't go unnoticed.]