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Chapter 136 The Fury of the Witch

So cute.

Feeling the yearning of the boy in her arms, Ivyst's heartbeat quickened slightly.

Not only from the perspective of a dog but even from that of a human male, he was exceptionally excellent and strong.

Thinking thus, Ivyst occasionally changed postures to coordinate with his movements while slowly reaching out to cradle his face.

The boy's fervent breaths and rapid heartbeats all signified his dire state.

At this moment, his eyes, as blue as the vast sea, were filled with confusion, his lips unconsciously murmuring something.

"Your Highness... Your Highness..."

"I'm here."

As if to calm him, Ivyst gently brushed the hair from his forehead, responding earnestly and tenderly to each of his calls.

"Miss Witch..."

Upon hearing this barely perceptible call, her face instantly cooled, and her delicate bare feet clutched tightly, making the boy shiver violently.

Was it out of fear or pleasure that the atmosphere had completely vanished?

Are you trying to provoke me?

Feeling irritated, Ivyst bit her silver teeth and remained silent for a long time.

However, after a moment, as if she had suddenly remembered something, the anger in her eyes slowly dissipated, quickly giving way to a smile that was fraught with meaning.

Forget it.

There will be plenty of time in the future.

After all, the one holding him in her arms right now was her.

With this thought, Ivyst suddenly looked into Lynn's bewildered eyes with a strange gaze.

In those eyes as blue as the vast sea, she saw her own reflection, but not just her own.

It was as if looking into a mirror, desiring to imprint her current expression deeply into her memory.

At this moment, as his master, she was happily playing a game with the cute little dog, and in the future, many of his firsts would be taken by her, one after another.

And you, you could only be like a stray dog, shackled by chains in that inexplicable place.

Are you angry right now?

But what can you do?

This is the punishment for laying hands on my little dog.

If it were the future you, you would certainly understand the thoughts in my heart right now, wouldn't you?

Gazing at her own reflection in the boy's eyes, Ivyst's lips curved into a mocking smile, imbued with a sensual charm.

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This is the desolate ground where all things meet their end, as well as the terminus of time and space.

The earth stretched as far as the eye could see, barren and desolate, as if no life would ever emerge here, and even the concept of death ceased to exist.

Emptiness was the dominant theme of this world.

Nothing was meaningful, and no existence had a tangible concept.

It was as if everything had returned to the ignorant era at the beginning of the cosmos.

At the horizon of what the eyes could see, a grand temple, as if hewn by giants, stood tall, reaching to the skies.

It was difficult to imagine what great and terrifying being could reside at the center of this temple.

Or rather, from the Order Chains sporadically emerging around it, and the sealing power from the gods and demons, one could deduce that this was a prison created by a group of immensely dreadful beings to seal away an even more fearsome existence.

The temple rooted itself like a nail, and so it had been for tens of thousands of years, without any response.

As if the significance it symbolized and the existence sealed within were but a legend from the lips of the gods.

Perhaps ten thousand years hence, the temple would still stand silently upon this land, just as it does today.

Or, one day, the Dharma's Sword that hung high in the sky might fall as prophesied, bringing destruction to the fearsome existence sealed within the temple.

However, such an event was far too distant and certainly not something that would occur in the immediate future.

...It should have been so.

"BOOM—!!!"

At a certain moment, a sudden, blazing red light erupted from within the temple, flooding it entirely, as if a second sun had appeared upon the earth.

This mighty Divine Power immediately drew the attention of countless supreme beings.

Their expressions varied as they cast surprised gazes, seemingly caught off guard that the terrible temple containing the Witch had once again reacted so violently, after only a few tens of thousands of years.

Watching the powerful red light that seemed capable of annihilating space, and the surrounding earth collapsing everywhere, the mighty beings who had hurried to this place exchanged uncertain looks.

Within their sight, the entire temple, under the influence of the nearly overwhelming red light, appeared to have transformed into a bottomless black hole, engulfing all existences within.

Even illusory things like laws and space were uprooted and crushed into oblivion.

Yet, to their eyes, this action seemed somewhat too crude.

Rather than an attempt to break free from the Pantheon's Sealing, it seemed more like the venting of some extreme emotion.

But... after being sealed in a place like this for so many years, what could have made the Witch, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, so angry?

They were very puzzled.

"Should we inform God Ancestor Xiya?"

"Xiya God Ancestor is currently refining Dharma's Sword and cannot afford to be distracted; better to notify Hillena."

"Wait, it seems that the power has vanished?"

A giant dragon with a human face and black scales spread its broken wings, which were fringed with numerous dried-up corpses, and upon clearly seeing the situation of the Pantheon, couldn't help but let out a low growl.

The Pantheon that had just been engulfed by the blazing red light, like an artificial black hole, had finally quieted down after tearing the surrounding area into a deep abyss.

It came quickly and left just as swiftly.

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As if nothing had ever happened.

I thought this was the last desperate counterattack by that terrifying witch after accumulating her power for tens of thousands of years.

But now it seems that things are not quite that simple.

What exactly is she plotting?

At this very moment, the great beings watching over this Land of the End are preoccupied with such thoughts, their expressions grave as they contemplate in unison.

Inside the Pantheon.

"..."

At this moment, Miss Witch, dressed in a tattered black dress, had her eyes tightly closed, and the red glow emanating from her body slowly receded.

Her breathing was rapid, her ample chest heaved quickly, and her slender fingers, hidden beneath the lotus leaf sleeve, were tightly clenched as if suppressing some extreme emotion deep in her heart.

After a while, Miss Witch slowly opened her eyes, a hint of anger and shame fleetingly visible in her crimson pupils.

She lowered her head, gazing at the Order Chains wrapped around her, biting her silver teeth.

Why can't I break them despite their thinness?

Damn it.

Miss Witch, who always appeared aloof and disenchanted, was now showing an unprecedented side of emotion. If Lynn had seen her like this, he probably would have been astonished by her vivid feelings.

I don't know how long it took, but she finally calmed down from her tumultuous emotions.

Yet every time she remembered those clear blue eyes and the reflected image within them, looking proud and mocking, she just wanted to drag her own follower into the Pantheon immediately.

Unfortunately, it had only been a few days since the last time she summoned him, and the energy she had accumulated to pierce through the fabric of space and time wasn't enough yet.

After all, this wasn't something that could be done at whim.

So for now, Miss Witch could only futilely face the increasingly abundant memories in her mind.

Remembering the strange sticky sensation on her feet, and the young man's strength and bravery, Miss Witch couldn't help but bite her lower lip. But then Yiwei's face surfaced in her mind again.

"..."

After a moment of silence, she slowly took out a yellowed piece of parchment.

She had given one to Lynn before for cross-dimensional communication, but it ended up being seldom used.

But now, it was the perfect opportunity.

Speaking of which, this seemed to be the first time in a hundred thousand years that she had initiated communication with someone.

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Her follower seemed to be growing lazy lately, not devoting all his energy to the trials she had set up, so she decided to give him a little push.

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"I" am a collective entity, the I of yesterday, the I of today, the I of tomorrow are all subsets of the collective "I". The passage of time is the process of continually moving the I of today into the I of yesterday, the I of tomorrow into the I of today, ultimately leaving only yesterday and today, with no tomorrow.

And so the question arises, if the primitive desires of humans are only to survive and to mate, where exactly does our reason for existence lie, and where will the future take us?

Lynn lay listlessly in Yiwei's arms, his mind swirling with the teachings of the wise.

Right now, several hours had passed since he arrived in Yiwei's room.

And he was gradually regaining his reason from the flames of desire.

Upon realizing what he had actually done to this woman, Lynn could scarcely face reality.

It must be a lie, right?

Heh...

"When are you going to stop lying there?"

Yiwei's cold voice came through.

At this moment, she seemed to have regained her initial aloofness and authority, looking at Lynn with a strange expression, like a mother who has discovered her child hiding porn under the bed.

Startled by the reprimand from his superior, Lynn scrambled to his feet.

"Your Highness, I..."

"Sticky and filthy," Yiwei rolled her eyes, then opened her arms, "I don't want to wear slippers with dirty feet. Carry me to the washroom."

Looking at her presumptuous demeanor, Lynn instantly recalled the events that transpired during his captivity by her side.

At that, he sighed, lifting Yiwei into his arms.

Feeling the familiar scent of roses, Lynn seemed like a sage, unmoved by temptations.

I am just her subordinate.

It's simply a mistake any man could make.

With these thoughts, Lynn headed towards the washroom.

But he hadn't gone far when he heard Yiwei whisper seductively in his ear: "So, have you fallen for me this time? Even just a little bit?"

Lynn nearly stumbled and fell to the floor.

Seeing Yiwei cover her mouth with a chuckle as if she had succeeded, Lynn took a deep breath and placed her in the bathtub.

"Do you want to join me?"

Yiwei reached out to grab him.

But considering this woman's character, her words were most likely teasing, and not to be taken seriously.

Moreover, Lynn considered himself to have the saintliness of Buddha at this time, immune to such sweet talk and deception.

"Your Highness, we'll reach Troy City tomorrow, and it's getting late. You should rest early."

Feeling the parchment in his pocket suddenly heat up, Lynn realized that Miss Witch was probably trying to contact him, so without delay, he hastily left Yiwei's room.

"Heh, dog of a man..."

Watching his unperturbed departure after his needs were met, Yiwei bit her lip, her slender eyes narrowing slightly.

But... this makes it more interesting.

Come to think of it, if it was the foot this time, what should I play with next?

With the woman's lips curling slightly, the sounds of water and thick steam filled the bathroom, and the once evident grime on her fair legs and feet flowed away down the drain.

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