Accompanied by scorching heat sweeping across the land, countless stars turned into burning embers falling from the sky, densely packed and oppressive, as if they were obscuring the entire sky.
Under such a desperate apocalyptic scene, no one could muster even the slightest thought of resistance.
The only thought was to escape.
Flee far away from this terrifying and despairing place, never again to face the terrifying youth hanging in the sky.
However, beyond that, a weak scarlet figure shot up into the sky, fearlessly heading toward the ruinous sky filled with falling stars, like a moth flying into the flame.
This spirit thought body, despite being in a state of near extinction, still charged forward with an unwavering determination, seemingly forgetting life and death.
Watching the back of the Doomsday Witch, Ivyst tightly bit her silver teeth on her pink lips, while unprecedented anger and despair burned in her crimson eyes.
Compared to that bitch who had always been at odds with her, Ivyst’s power was even weaker and she could do nothing to influence the current situation.
Apart from the Soron Mountain Range incident, this was the second time she felt such despair and helplessness.
However, recalling the final look left to her by the Doomsday Witch, these thoughts merely flashed through her mind for a moment.
The Bright Moon Goddess Tiya, who had also descended as a spirit thought body, urgently opened a rift in spacetime, hoping the group would immediately leave.
Simultaneously, her figure too disappeared, soaring towards the sky.
Compared to the Doomsday Witch, the Bright Moon Goddess Tiya was much weaker, and combined with the mental damage caused by forcibly controlling Beatrice earlier, she was now on the verge of disintegration.
Yet even so, she did not hesitate.
Watching the resolute backs of the two, Ivyst felt an extreme emotion she couldn’t describe and had no place to vent it, but at this urgent moment, Lynn’s life was the most important.
From the youth calling himself Divine Ancestor, it was clear he descended to correct the series of destiny alterations that happened since knowing Lynn.
But how could she let him have his way?
Just like the Doomsday Witch and the Bright Moon Goddess’s simultaneous actions.
The future can be changed, and their lives and safety are far less important compared to Lynn in the past.
Even if the outcome awaiting them is destruction, as long as Lynn exists, there’s always a chance to reverse everything.
They bet everything on this Second Rank youth.
Realizing the significance of this, despite always being at odds with them, the next moment, Ivyst’s body glowed red as she prepared to flee with the unconscious Lynn in her arms.
However, at the same time, that chillingly calm voice echoed once again.
"I said, no one can leave here."
Accompanied by Divine Ancestor Xiya’s voice from the heavens, a power of rules descended, like invisible shackles sealing Ivyst’s body.
With disbelief, she glanced towards the sky, only to see that within her deeply rooted symbol of strength, the Doomsday Witch’s form had thinned to near transparency, shattering into fragments under the vast might of the enemy’s casual wave, fading into the air.
As their gazes met, Ivyst saw unprecedented despair and sorrow in her eyes.
It was as if everything had returned to the starting point.
The Bright Moon Goddess did not meet the same fate as the Doomsday Witch; some invisible force imprisoned her in the sky, leaving her motionless, her eyes filled with hatred and loathing for Divine Ancestor Xiya.
Even though they had only descended as spirit thought bodies through the rivers of spacetime, the two powerful beings of Divine Rank were like ants before Him, not able to resist at all.
"Nice look." Divine Ancestor Xiya gazed down at the Bright Moon Goddess Tiya, "Yet I don’t recall doing anything that might cause such hatred."
"For this Divine Ancestor to cross ten thousand years of the rivers of spacetime and descend, I owe thanks to the Holy Spirit Tree as an anchor point, and the strong anger in the current timeline ’me’ that was triggered by you."
"It was this obsession that allowed me to successfully connect with my past self."
"Ultimately, the current situation stems entirely from your betrayal."
"You betrayed me and your ironclad faith, becoming a shameless whore, willing to go this far for another man who appeared midway."
Although at this moment, Divine Ancestor Xiya was predominantly influenced by His divinity and had expressed to His current self that He no longer cared about Tiya’s betrayal,
facing the Tiya, who had become the Second Generation Bright Moon Goddess, and sensing the extreme hatred in her eyes, He was still affected.
Under the influence of this emotion, even space seemed to tremble with His anger.
After all, the woman before Him had once been someone He loved.
Yet even so, Divine Ancestor Xiya, with his spiritual cleanliness, did not have the habit of accepting second-hand goods used by others.
"Kill me." The Bright Moon Goddess Tiya turned her head in disgust, "Even being looked at by you makes me feel utterly sick."
As she spoke, the invisible force binding her tightened, causing cracks to appear across her spirit thought body, ready to disintegrate at any moment.
The Bright Moon Goddess Tiya slowly closed her eyes, trying her utmost to buy time for Lynn.
But such a small gesture couldn’t escape Divine Ancestor Xiya’s all-seeing eye.
The next moment, He raised His hand slightly, capturing a body.
"Give him back to me!!!"
Ivyst’s desperate and furious voice echoed from afar as she watched the unconscious Lynn disappear from her embrace and appear before Divine Ancestor Xiya.
Yet as His indomitable power descended from the sky, resembling a mountain pressing down on her back, mercilessly and brutally pinning her to the ground, cracks spread out like a spider web.
Her bones creaked; her well-groomed black hair turned messy, draped over her shoulders.
The Imperial Princess’s eyes turned red, crystalline tears flowed uncontrollably, filled with intense grief and anger.
Facing an enemy far stronger, a demigod was just a lamb to be slaughtered.
Watching everything unfold, Saintess Tiya sat in a daze, as if her spirit had been drained.
She raised her trembling right hand, wanting to stop the terrifying youth in the sky.
But even women far stronger than her were helpless; as a Fourth Rank Transcendent, what could she do?
It seemed that everything quickly reached a dead end.
She had just escaped the shadow of fate, no longer needing to be a vessel for the Goddess, living a pathetic and empty life like a puppet.
She was supposed to reunite with him soon.
Tiya sobbed, lowering her head.
She didn’t know what she had done wrong or why fate was always so cruel to her.
Whenever she saw a ray of hope, it was ruthlessly extinguished.
At this moment, Tiya didn’t know what she could do, so she slowly closed her eyes, letting her tears fall to the ground.
For some reason, Lynn’s figure suddenly appeared in her mind.
And the words he left before her while she was unconscious that night.
"Upon waking, everything will return to normal, and you will live freely as the Silent Saintess and as ’Tiya Yohusti’."
"This is a promise, not a lie."
This is what you promised me.
Deeply in her heart, Tiya prayed earnestly.
Suddenly, she heard a subtle sound in her ear.
Like the sound of strings snapping.
Is this the culprit who took Tiya?
Divine Ancestor Xiya looked at the unconscious youth, a hint of disgust flashing in His eyes.
Logically, at His rank, He would hardly feel soul-deep revulsion and hatred toward anything.
But seeing Lynn, His mind instantly conceived the extreme notion of "erasing him from existence."
And He didn’t intend to restrain such thoughts.
A Second Rank ant, kill it and kill it.
Moreover, even without His intervention, given his current state, Lynn wouldn’t survive past tomorrow.
His body had completely transformed into a demon’s, and he was constantly suffering from some fate-based causal punishment, countless invisible threads entangled deeply in his flesh. Even with some tricks to transfer these harms, they were merely treating the symptoms, not the root cause.
Trying to challenge divine beings with a human body, letting him die easily was an act of mercy.
Thinking so, Divine Ancestor Xiya raised His hand slightly, ready to crush him into a blood mist.
Yet before He could put this thought into action, a crisp sound reached His ears.
Like the sound of a taut string breaking, mixed with lingering echoes, reverberating in the vastness of the Divine Moon Gap.
Divine Ancestor Xiya frowned slightly.
But before He could realize what happened, the incessant sound of strings snapping came one after another.
Looking down, He noticed an invisible force suddenly emerged around the youth, resisting His divine power, preventing it from advancing even an inch.
Simultaneously, He finally understood the source of those sounds.
It was the fate threads entwined around the youth’s flesh, breaking one by one.
No, not just breaking.
Divine Ancestor Xiya’s golden eyes glowed intensely, gazing at the infinite void behind the youth.
A massive symbol stretching across the sky quietly appeared above Lynn.
If he were awake, he’d recognize that this symbol was a horizontal "8," a sign representing "infinity" in his past life.
What kind of entity deserves such a description?
Only Divine Ancestor Xiya’s vision clearly saw countless fate threads descending layer upon layer from the infinity symbol resembling an ouroboros, connecting with the broken threads in Lynn’s flesh.
So perfectly harmonious.
And at the same time, Lynn, who had his eyes tightly shut, finally moved.
Compared to his previous awakenings, this movement was so rigid.
As if... a puppet controlled by strings.