"..."
In just a short moment, the boy standing before her seemed to transform, making Divine Ancestor Xiya feel a touch of surprise.
Her gaze focused intently on the infinite mark suspended above Lynn, feeling a vague sense of familiarity.
In her millennia-long existence, she had witnessed the birth and demise of countless secret beings, orchestrated the rise and fall of many powerful empires and forces, and even personally slain numerous "great" beings.
Over such a prolonged span of time, many memories had gradually faded with the passage of years.
The boy before her was originally nothing more than a humble ant in her eyes, yet now, he stirred a peculiar ripple within her indifferent heart.
This emotion was called "the thrill of the hunt."
"Kneel."
Divine Ancestor Xiya didn’t open her mouth, yet her mind’s voice spread with authority within the Divine Moon Gap.
This extra-dimensional zone that originally connected the mortal world and Bright Moon Divine Country had already bee precarious due to the previous successive battles, with the sky and earth resembling a shattered mirror, on the brink of breaking.
However, this apocalyptic scene didn’t capture the attention of the two figures confronting each other high in the sky.
Only Ivyst, who had lost her ability to move under the previous heavy blow, dumbfoundedly stared at this dramatic turn of events.
She thought that with the disintegration of the Doomsday Witch’s and Bright Moon Goddess’ consciousness, her side had lost its ultimate card, rendering them pletely powerless.
But she was mistaken.
Grievously mistaken.
Ever since the day he stood in front of her in the Soron Mountain Range with his mortal body, it was destined that this boy named Lynn would defy the odds, create miracles, and reverse deadly crises time and again.
And now, he had once again acplished what seemed impossible.
Warm tears slowly streamed from the corner of her eyes, mixing joy and intense frustration into Ivyst’s extremely plex emotions.
I’m too weak.
She stared blankly at the broken sky, clutching tightly at her chest’s clothing, feeling an acute stabbing pain that almost made her faint.
This weakness resulted from the overexertion of power after being possessed by the Doomsday Witch.
But the final oute of the whole affair was still unresolved; how could she just fall unconscious?
Looking at the two figures so high in the sky that they were almost indistinguishable, Ivyst wondered how long this terrifying and bizarre atmosphere would last when a sharp explosion mixed with dazzling light waves erupted like fireworks from above.
"Boom——"
Divine Ancestor Xiya’s initial strike instantly bore results.
In that fleeting millisecond, even Ivyst’s demigod realm vision could barely capture Divine Ancestor Xiya’s near-conceptual divine speed.
She was entwined with storms and gleaming golden lightning, her body igniting with bright white flames, slicing through the sky like a humanoid catastrophe, destroying everything in her path, where even space turned into segmented dark cracks, ravenously devouring everything around.
She had no doubt that if Divine Ancestor Xiya walked the mortal world in this state, even the Saint Laurent Empire would turn into purgatory scorched earth in no time, and even the entire planet might not withstand her current majesty.
And this was merely a thought of Divine Ancestor Xiya crossing the temporal river to manifest here.
pared to the former Creation Demon or the aura of King of Cruelty Kushustan in the old factory, the difference was like heaven and earth.
Both were beings of the same rank as the Divine, yet before this humanoid catastrophe, they made Ivyst feel utterly weak and powerless.
If even the Divine felt this way, then what about Lynn?
But just as she had thought before.
This boy seemed destined to create miracles in this world.
What is a miracle?
To confront the Divine’s might with a mortal body is a miracle!
The expected tragic scene didn’t occur.
On the contrary, the "∞" mark suspended above Lynn like a puppet suddenly seemed to e to life, flowing like mercury, like a looping tail snake, roaring angrily at the unfair fate!
What followed were battles at the Divine level, rendering it nearly impossible for Ivyst to see clearly.
She could only vaguely see threads of dreamlike hues extending from the void in all directions.
These were no ordinary threads but some transcendental entities surpassing both matter and concept, seemingly weaving all destinies of living beings in the world.
Because their battle was so fierce that even a mere leak of their residual impact could destroy a large city.
Given Ivyst’s exhausted state, she should have perished amidst these residual impacts.
Yet oddly enough, several threads danced like elves, extending intelligently before her and Saintess Tiya, like invisible hands brushing away all perils gently.
"So beautiful..." Ivyst couldn’t help but mumble, mesmerized by the lifelike magical threads.
They gave her an extremely familiar and warm feeling.
As if... replacing the unconscious Lynn in protecting her.
Meanwhile, Divine Ancestor Xiya’s voice echoed again from the sky.
This time, the supposed cold and authoritative voice carried an unmistakable emotion called "astonishment."
This shouldn’t be a reaction from the deeply emotionally abandoned Divine Ancestor Xiya.
Yet the boy’s "surprise" was genuinely exhibited before her eyes.
But such moments are fleeting.
For battles between gods, sometimes they may last thousands of years, while other times a mere instant may decide the victor.
Divine Ancestor Xiya’s presence here was but a thought crossing tens of thousands of years.
Now, that thought’s effective period had reached its end.
"Interesting, truly interesting." Divine Ancestor Xiya’s voice reverberated openly, time and again within the thoroughly shattered sky, "Your existence... really is... we... ten thousand years later..."
In the final utterance, her voice seemed disrupted by the countless space fissures or the temporal river’s interference even she couldn’t resist.
In short, acpanied by static noise, Divine Ancestor Xiya’s face displayed mosaic-like module changes, as if signals from ten thousand years later could no longer transmit to the present.
Finally, her gleaming golden eyes filled with profound meaning glanced at the broken "puppet" Lynn, murmured softly, then vanished from the Divine Moon Gap.
After fervent battles, this place was no longer fit for human presence, facing plete collapse and fragmentation.
Perhaps just a second later, everyone might get sliced by space fissures.
Is it over?
Facing the rapidly dissipating "∞" mark in the sky, Ivyst gathered all her strength to stand up, holding Lynn’s cold body in her embrace.
At this moment, his body was severely battered, like a rag doll tormented by mischievous children, with nearly no intact inch of skin.
It seemed that in the final showdown, Lynn, possessed by some unknown force, ultimately fell short.
But his slightly rising and falling chest indicated that the boy’s life had not ceased.
Ivyst let out a long breath.
It seems the matter was temporarily settled here.
Looking at the desolate apocalypse-like scenery before her, waves of unprecedented powerlessness and humiliation surged.
Yet now wasn’t the time for such thoughts.
Glancing at the unconscious Saintess Tiya, who couldn’t withstand such force during the fierce battle, Ivyst hesitated half a second, then grabbed her collar, lifting her slender body.
With that, a faint red light emanated from her body, using the last bit of strength, she disappeared from the collapsing space.
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