The last time Lynn used the black stockings Ivyst gave him, they had already been used up.
Now Ivyst wasn’t wearing stockings, so he could only do it .
This was the key to the success of this ritual.
Lynn understood clearly.
The Holy Relic and its original owner have a subtle connection, so in the ritual, it often plays a role similar to a GPS.
After all, the river of time is incredibly turbulent, filled with endless variables, and even a slight carelessness can lead to being lost.
Even the Divine needs an anchoring point for positioning.
And the Holy Relic is that anchoring point.
Moreover, Lynn believes, the white corset has a deeper connection with Ivyst than the previous black stockings, so the success rate might increase.
After positioning the Holy Relic, Lynn took out the last item.
It was a candle, red as blood.
When lit, faint crying and wailing came from the flame, sounding extremely eerie.
Everything was ready.
"From this moment on, I am the most faithful believer of Doomsday Witch Ivyst!"
This time, Lynn didn’t even need Lie Swallowing to give him Psychological Suggestion, because he was already the most faithful believer of Doomsday Witch Ivyst.
"Lingering at the end of the River of Death, the supreme being that hunts the Divine, bringing annihilation and fracture to the world, the Doomsday Witch..."
"You are the end, and also the conclusion, the great will that transcends all things, the embodiment of calamity and chaos..."
"I pray to you, I sincerely pray to you..."
"Please inject your power into this ritual, please transmit your will into my mind..."
Lynn completed the ritual with great anticipation, looking towards the center of the Magic Array, hoping to receive the witch’s call as he did last time.
But this time, the crystal box where the Holy Relic was placed did not emit any movement, nor did the materials required for the ritual start to tremble successively.
This made Lynn furrow his brows.
He remembered very clearly that during the last ritual, various Magic Ore and Extraordinary Materials emitted brilliant lights, intertwining in the air, weaving a splendid sea of light.
Completely different from the scene before his eyes.
After a moment of waiting, a skewed dimensional rift appeared before Lynn, like a wound torn open with brute force.
This rift exuded a chilling sense of void, as if it could devour anything around it at any moment.
Lynn could feel the extreme instability of this dimensional rift, yet still, he hesitated not a single moment to reach out to touch the rift, risking his life without a second thought!
After a bout of dizziness and temporal traversal, upon awakening, Lynn found himself once again within the witch’s Pantheon.
Only this time, compared to the last majestic and grandiose sight, the Pantheon was in a state of decay, causing Lynn to feel disoriented.
Memories suddenly drew him back to the moment he stepped into the Pantheon last time; back then, the hall was so majestic, the statue of the Lord of Billion Stars resembled a humanoid phantom reflecting the endless starry sky hidden beneath its ample robe, appearing mysterious and profound, an unparalleled sense of oppression emanated from all directions, compelling reverence, as if the will of the entire universe was concentrated here!
Yet what greeted him now was a sight full of dread.
The demon’s green-faced statue was cut off at the waist, its upper body hanging upside down on a precarious beam; the ancient evil dragon’s statue had its wings broken, one fallen on the ground in several fragments; the towering statue with mysterious vertical pupils of the Titan Giant was partially sunk into the collapsed wall, the once-solemn pupil shattered by a giant stone slab, leaving only a dark void...
The entire Pantheon was eerily silent, even the walls appeared shaky, as if they might collapse at any moment.
Lynn stood in the center of the hall, an indescribable chill rising from his feet—what exactly happened to turn the Pantheon into this?
Finally, he looked at that familiar place, the memory of that white-haired, distant woman seemed to vanish as well.
At that time, the Doomsday Witch was bound here by numerous Order Chains.
She wore a tattered black gauze dress, her long white hair cascading like a waterfall down to her waist, her bare snow-white feet exuding an aloof and noble aura.
But now she was nowhere to be seen.
Lynn’s breath suddenly stopped, an ominous presentiment arose within him.
A puddle of seemingly ever-liquid blood pooled on the steps, gently undulating as if it were alive.
Lynn stumbled towards it, unwittingly hitting his knee on the broken edge of a step, yet feeling no pain.
He reached out with a shaking hand, as soon as his fingertips touched the blood, a memory not belonging to him suddenly flashed before his eyes.
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A planet was burning with pale flames, it was no longer a celestial body but had turned into a colossal blade suspended amidst the Sky Curtain, and as it descended, the entire universe seemed to pause, leaving only the white glow sufficient to devour everything.
Lynn instantly recognized this weapon—Dharma’s Sword, a weapon forged from a planet!
Then Lynn saw the witch standing beneath the light blade, despite her frame as fragile as a feather that could be blown away at any moment, she still stood upright.
But when the power capable of annihilating dimensions swept in, she didn’t even manage a single shout before being completely swallowed by the white light.