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The crisp moonlight, like a babbling spring, surged forth and instantly engulfed the entire temple.

The Doomsday Witch raised her head, her brows slightly furrowed, gazing solemnly at the scene before her.

This was the power from the Bright Moon Goddess.

Tranquil, yet teeming with deadly intent.

"...Beatrice?"

The Witch murmured softly to herself.

She did not know what had gotten into the other party.

For ten thousand years, there had been no display of Divine Power within the Pantheon, and the policy upheld by the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Gods, Xiya, was merely sealing, waiting for the coming of Dharma's Sword.

The Doomsday Witch, affected by the Order Divine Chain, was also incapable of influencing the outside world.

Internally and externally, they were like two parallel lines, never to interfere with each other.

Yet now, it was the side from Xiya that broke this strange equilibrium first.

What on earth had her followers done in the past?

Although filled with confusion, the Witch, considering the entire temple as her territory, would naturally not sit by when her authority was challenged.

Even though she still had several seals unlifted, and had been greatly weakened by a ten-thousand-year-long interference across time and space, she was not someone who could be provoked at will.

A tide of blood-red surged forth, seeming to view the Moonlight Divine Power as defenseless lambs, wishing to devour them all in one gulp!

It was truly laughable.

Had it not been for clinging to powerful coattails over these hundred thousand years, did you think yourself entitled to wander freely before this Witch without being hunted down?

It was only because of the Doomsday Witch's current weakened state that the other party found an opportunity to exploit.

Accompanied by the chaos and surge of Divine Power, red and white light distinctly occupied their halves of the space, as if locked in a kind of tug-of-war, an impasse reached.

Upon seeing this, a trace of coldness surfaced in the Witch's eyes.

The next second, the situation changed drastically.

The blood-red Power of the End suddenly coalesced into a vast and immense wheel behind the Witch, with countless divine symbols and seals scattered upon it.

It was like a tombstone that buried gods, and at the same time, a supreme sacred artifact capable of manipulating the laws of time and all things.

As the wheel slowly turned, the invisible power of order began to flow,

"BOOM—!!!"

Inside the Pantheon, countless statues of deities began to shake unconsciously, and the last few chains that bound the Doomsday Witch also started to clatter and tremble.

It was as if the next second, this Evil God sealed for countless years was about to break free, bringing calamity to the world once more.

Through the long and distant Moonlight Divine Power, the Witch's gaze seemed to see a sacred goddess cloaked in pure white, serene and tranquil.

Unfortunately, this serenity and tranquility seemed like charlatanism in the eyes of the Witch.

Since you dare to provoke me, leave something behind before you go!

The next second, the Witch's figure flashed away, her right hand's fingers covered by blood-red power forged into sharp talons, which pierced the void with a light swipe.

"RIP!"

Accompanied by a sound, and a muffled groan from a woman in pain, the delicate balance between the red and white light was finally shattered.

Losing the battle like a collapsing mountain.

In just a few seconds, the vast and boundless Power of the End swept across the entire temple, tearing and devouring the Moonlight Divine Power left by the Bright Moon Goddess with extreme ferocity.

Shortly after, all around became silent.

The chains made a few faint sounds, and then the Witch, dressed in a tattered black dress, barefoot, lightly touched down, returning to her original position.

She slowly opened her palm.

At this moment, a strand of hair lay quietly in her pale and delicate palm.

Unlike the Witch's pale hair, this strand was as white as moonlight, with a faint glow flowing through it, looking extraordinarily mystical.

This was a segment of the Bright Moon Goddess's hair she managed to cut off during their brief skirmish, a trophy of the battle.

However, even with the victory, there was not a hint of joy on the Witch's face, her eyes even flickering with a flash of coldness.

"Whoosh..."

She gently lifted her right wrist, intently staring at the shackles on her hand.

The shackles surface, originally cracked due to Lynn's past actions stirring fate, now appeared smooth and unmarked.

Not only that, the entire Order Shackles had become heavier.

It seemed that, this was the real purpose behind the sudden descent of the Bright Moon Goddess.
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To fortify the seal on her hand.

But why?

What kind of memory received from ten thousand years ago prompted the other party to make such an impulsive and bold move, even risking direct confrontation with her?

Considering that it was neither Xiya nor Hillena who descended here, it indicates that only the Bright Moon Goddess possessed this memory.

That is to say, this was an event that only happened between her follower and herself in the past.

Her eyes flashed with a trace of anger, and she very much wanted to descend to the past to see what that person had actually done.

However, the seal on her hand had been reinforced, and combined with the excessive consumption from her previous time-space descent, she found herself unable to affect him at the moment.

Moreover, this kind of time-space communication was inherently one-way.

Being in a future node, she couldn't initiate contact with the past.

Only if Lynn initiated active communication with her or let down his guard could she intervene.

It was just like the great demon battle in the Soron Mountain Range, where only with the aid of the Holy Relic's power and his active plea for help could she manage to seize Lynn and bring him over.

"..."

Miss Witch's mind was restless, and for a long time, she couldn't find peace, her full chest heaving.

Beatrice.

She repeated this name in her heart, trying to find some overlooked memories from the depths of time.

Moments later, Miss Witch vaguely sensed something odd.

Was Bright Moon Goddess called Beatrice when she was of the Elf Species?

No.

Her name had once been Tiya Yohusti.

She faintly remembered that something had happened, prompting her to change her name to the one she bore now.

Miss Witch frowned slightly.

She remembered being unconscious for most of the King's election ceremony, barely waking up toward its end.

By then, Tiya had already changed her name to Beatrice.

That's right.

On further thought, the current Bright Moon Goddess was, in fact, the second generation.

And in some sense, Tiya Yohusti had been merely a prepared vessel and shell.

Because the original Bright Moon Goddess had suffered indescribable contamination, part of her consciousness had to be split off, shedding her divine form and descending into the chosen shell, which allowed for an alternative route to ascend to divinity once more.

As memories and clues gradually resurfaced in her mind, Miss Witch started to faintly outline the full picture of the past events.

Calculating the time, it should be about right.

From the point of her believers, it was less than a week until the Silent Church's once-every-three-years Moonlight Festival.

At that time, Beatrice would descend into the body of Tiya, assuming the identity of an Elf, and embark on the path to godhood anew.

She felt as if she had understood something.

That is to say, everything Lynn was doing right now was in vain.

The shackles that had become firm and heavy on her wrists were a clear indication.

Because whatever he had said or done only targeted the individual "Tiya."

And this individual was merely an error.

A slight consciousness born by mistake within the vessel of a goddess.

Her fate had already been sealed to be assimilated by Beatrice's vast and limitless Divine Power—or rather, to be completely obliterated.

Since this consciousness was not born from the Bright Moon Goddess, there could be no talk of assimilation.

If anything, it bore some resemblance to Lynn, like an "impurity."

And impurities are invariably meant to be cleansed.

Yes.

For the mistaken anomaly that was Tiya Yohusti, it wouldn't even be right to say she would die but rather that she would be eradicated.

As the Moonlight Festival approached, her consciousness would be obliterated, leaving behind memories for Beatrice to read.

Such an existence could no longer be called Tiya but the genuine Bright Moon Goddess herself.

This was the whole truth of the matter.

Miss Witch sat expressionlessly on the stairs.

It seemed the power of destiny's correction was far stronger than she had imagined.

For Beatrice, who had lived since the age of divine wars, Lynn was too naive and too weak.

He couldn't possibly change the fated trajectory of a deity.

Thus, the path to unlock the Order Divine Chain of the Bright Moon Goddess seemed impassable for now.

And the other paths were even more difficult.

The road to break the Sealing reached a deadlock, and even Miss Witch felt helpless for a moment.

Fortunately, she had been through such despair far too often and had grown accustomed to it, so she didn't show anger or despair.

Nevertheless, her plans, long in the making, had been disrupted, and her emotions were somewhat disturbed.

After a while, a cold sigh echoed through the great hall.

"Can you create another miracle?"

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