"The reason for sealing a small part of your memory is also related to the trial at hand," Miss Witch said calmly as she looked at Lynn, speaking softly.
"So, what kind of trial is it?"
Lynn could faintly feel the atmosphere becoming more serious, and his expression grew stern.
To be honest, the trials that Miss Witch had previously put him through... seemed like child's play in his view.
Whether it was destroying the faith of the Heavenly Principle Church, hunting Transcendents, or pleasing the Princess to escape from her side.
None of them posed much of a challenge.
Of course, this was only in comparison to his own standards.
For an ordinary Transcendent, these trials were undoubtedly as difficult as those beyond the Second Rank.
Now, it was unprecedented for Miss Witch to take the initiative to propose a trial for him, which made him think.
Perhaps the real difficulty was about to arrive.
Feeling Lynn's gaze, Miss Witch did not answer his question right away, but instead slowly looked down at the few chains on her body.
Although most of the chains that had bound her were already broken, there were still a few remaining.
And they had not developed the slightest crack in the wake of the inertia of fate stirred up by Lynn.
It was as if the divinity and strength of these Order Chains far exceeded those of the other deities in the Pantheon.
Lynn seemed to realize this as well.
Since he had absorbed the core characteristics of the Wish Jar on behalf of the Princess, the version of her from a hundred thousand years ago did not need to sleep and was not weighed down by the traits of the Creation Demon and the Sealed Object.
After all, her growth rate was like having cheats.
Thinking this way, perhaps her sleep in the original story was the world's will making an adjustment to the pace of the plot.
If Ivyst's growth was too rapid, the Hero Xiya would face the predicament of not being able to keep up with the pace of strength enhancement.
Thus, the world's will arranged for Ivyst to face a fate that required sleep, waiting for the growth of the protagonist group.
However, now, this balance was broken.
That is to say, after this, Ivyst would be much stronger than her own self at the same time in the original plot.
Although scaling a hundred thousand years was lengthy, such a degree of deviation would be slowly corrected but not completely erased.
And for Miss Witch, who was sealed here, struggling against the powers of the gods, even a slight increase in strength could break this balance.
After all, those deities were not very impressive in the later stages, otherwise, they would not band together.
Therefore, at this moment, Lynn could see that most of the shackles on Miss Witch had already disappeared.
Of course, there was still a long way to go before she was completely free.
Because the entire Pantheon was a colossal Sealing, and these Order Chains were just one layer of the many.
However, the immediate concern was the issue of the few remaining Order Chains wrapped around her.
Lynn vaguely had some guess about this.
Miss Witch slowly lifted her hand as if to feel the temperature of the chains, her fingertips gently sweeping over the surface of the chains.
Then, she paused over her fair and slender neck.
Regrettably, it was fettered by a shackle.
Under Lynn's watchful gaze, Miss Witch's delicate fingers gradually tightened, as if she wanted to crush the Order Chain.
But it was so steadfast, unshakable by even a fraction.
The surrounding temperature seemed to drop unconsciously.
Lynn instinctively tightened his cloak around himself, and then noticed those bright red eyes looking towards him.
"This Order Chain comes from my sister Hillena and is also the ruler of the Mother of All Spirits and the Cosmic Yin Power."
When Miss Witch said this, she seemed to show none of the coldness and hatred that Ivyst displayed.
In fact... she was almost too calm.
As if introducing someone, she paused for a moment before gently holding her right wrist.
There too was an Order Chain.
"This Order Chain comes from the Second Generation Bright Moon Goddess Tiya."
Then, she raised a pallid little foot from beneath the tattered black skirt, revealing her slender ankle and soft foot sole to Lynn.
Food-grade... Lynn thought of making a jest, but the seriousness of the moment prevented him from doing so.
"The chain on my ankle comes from the Alien Species Queen Lillith."
She meticulously displayed the remaining Order Chains on her body, one by one before Lynn.
As if she were just an outsider.
Yet, for some reason, Lynn could vaguely sense that beneath that gaze, there seemed to be even heavier, more suppressed emotions.
Moreover, these names sounded so damn familiar.
Weren't these the main female characters depicted most vividly in the original work?
Lynn vaguely realized something.
"As you can see," having shown the origins of these Order Chains, Miss Witch gently smoothed the wrinkles on her skirt, "these are the last few shackles that limit my freedom."
"And what you need to do is to help me break each of these shackles."
Hearing this, Lynn took a deep breath, "So, what exactly do I need to do?"
In an instant, a flash of overwhelming killing intent made him break out into a cold sweat, as if he suddenly saw a vision of a hellish landscape of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.