"It won’t get any worse."
Jin Cha directed the remaining people to pack up and prepare to retreat.
Now that the cot has disappeared, the rest is up to the Cyan Cloud Sect and the local Disaster Strategy Bureau.
"Did you know?"
Just as she was about to get in the car, Jin Cha suddenly said, "Hong Mian, when I ford an alliance with the Cyan Cloud Sect, there was a peculiar sense of assurance and tranquility in my heart."
"Why?"
"Because in the past, even though I beca a councilor, a reliance for everyone, I actually knew there were many things I couldn’t achieve. The Hatchers knew I wasn’t truly reliable; I knew I couldn’t really be your support."
Saying this, Jin Cha touched Hong Mian’s forehead with her own, "I am very afraid that soday, if I accidentally make the wrong decision, I’d harm everyone. I really can’t bear such consequences, can’t take responsibility for you. Every day, I’m filled with imnse fear."
This was the first ti knowing that the senior had such a vulnerable side.
After a mont of silence, Hong Mian hugged her, "Sorry, I didn’t notice anything, Jin Cha senior has been so struggling..."
"It’s nothing, I didn’t want you to worry either." Jin Cha smiled and bumped her forehead against hers, "Now, you don’t need to worry. With the Cyan Cloud Sect, we have confidence, whether facing the Old World or the Hatchers, we have confidence."
"What about the Witch Association?"
"Hmm, we have quite a bit of confidence even without the Cyan Cloud Sect here..."
Talking about the Witch Association, the atmosphere lightened a bit.
Then they discussed who the Cyan Cloud Sect would send to participate in the Psychic Realm trials.
Suddenly, the sky above shattered.
Hong Mian and Jin Cha looked up, and the others also looked over.
Following the shattered sky, like a flood, a mass of purple Magic Power surged forth!
Almost turning the sky into deep purple!
Hong Mian stared wide-eyed and mutely asked:
"Can we really feel assured, senior?"
"No problem... I guess."
...
She used to be the Emperor, at the peak of the Curse Realm’s power.
Before her, there was no Emperor in the Curse Realm; after her, the Curse Realm would no longer gleam.
She conquered the world, saved the world, carried the world.
Possessing the strongest power and wealth in the world.
Throughout her life, having owned everything, she realized the limits of human strength.
Relying on brute force alone, the achievable tasks are limited.
What she despised the most were beings who only relied on brute force.
Those kinds of people could never learn to think, their brains rely decorations, never considering anything.
If brute force loses its efficacy, what should be done?
She had seen too many reckless individuals stunned and incredulous after encountering setbacks.
So foolish that just a glance filled her with irritation.
She absolutely didn’t want to deal with muscle-brained fools...
Boom!
With the tremor of space, the overflowing Magic Power even spilled out beyond the space.
The Emperor looked sowhat numb at the purple little girl, pressing down on the living planet with one hand—although the planet was vastly larger than her.
However, when she grabbed it single-handedly, the living planet remained immobile, only able to wildly struggle, while curses and Filthy Magic Power splattered everywhere.
Then, the purple maiden dropped a punch.
The already-half-struck-by-cot living planet instantly cracked open!
The Emperor had seen this scene several tis.
The gigantic planet that should’ve been too massive to gaze upon fell into a counterattack, being pinned down, emitting earth-shattering roars—only the noise was intimidating.
Soon, it would be shattered by a punch, then regenerate, attempt to counterattack and be subdued, roar, and shattered again.
The terrifying regenerative ability should have been despair-inducing.
Yet in front of that purple maiden, it was the Disaster Beast with regenerative ability that appeared more desperate...
Might as well die soon enough.
Looking at the overly rhythmic repetitive fras, she went into a trance.
Was she indeed dreaming an eternal dream of the dented?
One must know, as the Emperor, she had been dead for thousands of years... dead for four months, or perhaps hundreds of years.
She had perished too long, long enough to fantasize while asleep—
"Suddenly, a powerful Magical Girl appeared, defeated the Death God and saved the world."
Her brain, which no longer existed, felt bewildered.
She couldn’t understand why that small, fair hand pressed on the enormous living planet.
That Disaster Beast beca immobile.
And why appeared so light and unassuming that a punch could split the entire planet.
Watching the tiny figure wreaking power ti after ti.
There’s a sense of absurdity and misplacent, like a wrong fit.
Under the living planet, she was simply too small, too small!
So small that a slight shift of sight would make her vanish!
She rembered her forr national advisors and those counselors.
Including her forr guides.
Sorry, everyone, sorry for the worldview you built for .
It’s about to shatter.
Brute force can’t decide everything; one must think, win through wisdom...
No, teachers, no, friends.
Brute force can indeed decide everything.
Cannot decide because the brute force isn’t sufficient...
That which once plunged the Curse Realm into despair, bringing unbearable suffering to all, was an unavoidable existence.
The embodint of curses, the true Death God, the ultimate Disaster Beast.
At this mont being relentlessly hamred by a little girl.
The Emperor, laughing yet shed so tears.
She recalled forr Holy Beasts and comrades.
Once suffered pains and heavy sacrifices, now in front of the girl who freely assaults the Disaster Beast.
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