Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

"..."

In a mere moment, the boy in front seemed to change somewhat, which made Divine Ancestor Xiya feel a bit surprised.

His gaze fixed on the infinite mark hovering above Lynn, faintly feeling a sense of familiarity.

During his tens of thousands of years of life, he had witnessed the birth and demise of countless secret entities, orchestrated the rise and fall of many powerful empires and forces, and even personally slain quite a few beings deemed "great."

Under such a long span of time, many memories had faded with the passage of time.

To him, the boy before him was originally just a humble ant, yet at this moment, he caused a slight ripple in his indifferent heart.

This was an emotion known as "joy at the sight of the hunt."

"Kneel."

Divine Ancestor Xiya did not open his mouth, but his mind-originated voice spread majestically within the Divine Moon Gap.

This otherworldly place, originally used to connect the present world and the Bright Moon Divine Country, had already been teetering due to consecutive battles earlier, with the sky and the earth resembling shattered mirrors, on the verge of breaking apart.

Yet this apocalyptic scene of despair did not draw the attention of the two who were confronting each other in midair.

Only Ivyst, who had lost her ability to move after the heavy blow, stared blankly at the scene before her, as if the plot had shifted unexpectedly.

Originally, with the collapse of the Doomsday Witch and the Bright Moon Goddess's consciousness, her side lost their ultimate trump card and had no power to resist.

But it seemed she was wrong.

Terribly wrong.

Since the day he stood before her in the Soron Mountain Range as a mortal, it was destined that the boy named "Lynn" would overturn crises time and again, create miracles, and utterly reverse dead-end situations.

And now, he had once again done what seemed impossible.

Warm tears flowed slowly from the corner of her eyes, a mix of joy and intense helplessness formed Ivyst's incredibly complex emotions at this moment.

I was too weak.

She stared dumbly at the shattered sky, clutching the fabric of her shirt tightly at her chest, a sharp pain piercing her heart, making her nearly faint.

This was the weakness caused by overdrawing strength after being possessed by the Doomsday Witch.

But the final outcome of the whole matter was not decided yet, how could she just fall into a coma like this?

Looking at the two figures barely visible in the high heavens, just as Ivyst wondered how long this terrifying and strange atmosphere would last, a piercing explosion mixed with dazzling waves unfolded like fireworks in an instant from the sky above.

"Boom—"

The confrontation initiated by Divine Ancestor Xiya had results in a mere moment.

In that short fraction of a moment, even with Ivyst's Demigod Realm eyesight, she almost couldn't capture Divine Ancestor Xiya's concept-like speed.

He wrapped himself in storms and bright golden lightning, his body ablaze with incandescent light, slicing through the sky like a human-shaped calamity, where even the space was ruthlessly destroyed, turning into fragmented black cracks that greedily devoured everything around.

She didn't doubt that if Divine Ancestor Xiya walked the mortal world in such a form, even the Saint Laurent Empire would quickly turn to purgatory scorched earth, and even the entire planet might not bear the grandeur of the opponent.

And this was only a thought crossing the river of time as Divine Ancestor Xiya arrived here.

Compared to the former Creation Demon and the aura of King of Cruelty Kushustan felt in the old factory, it was like the difference between mud and clouds.

These two were, in essence, beings on par with the Divine, but before the human-shaped calamity in front, Ivyst felt utterly powerless and weak.

Such even for Divines, let alone Lynn?

But just as she had initially thought.

This boy seemed born into this world to create miracles.

What is a miracle?

Facing the Divine's mighty glare as a mortal, that is a miracle!

The anticipated tragic scene did not occur.

Not only that, but the "∞" mark hovering above Lynn like a puppet suddenly seemed to have life, flowing like mercury and like a constantly circulating snake, angrily roaring and howling at the unjust fate!

What ensued was a battle on the level of the Divine, which Ivyst could hardly perceive.

She could only vaguely see lines emitting a dreamlike hue extending from the void surrounding them.

These were not ordinary lines but some kind of existence transcending both matter and concept, weaving the fates of all living things in the world.

Due to the intense conflict between the two, even a slight spillover could obliterate a large city.

Yet under Ivyst's current exhausted state, she should have already perished under the residual impacts of these attacks.

But strangely, several lines akin to elves danced out, consciously extending before her and Saintess Tiya, like invisible hands gently dissolving all danger.

"So beautiful..."

Gazing at the fantastical lines full of life like little snakes, Ivyst suddenly forgot the tense and anxious situation and unconsciously murmured.

The lines gave her a very familiar and warm feeling.

It was like they were protecting her on behalf of the unconscious Lynn.

Meanwhile, Divine Ancestor Xiya's voice echoed again in the sky.

However, this time, that voice cold and filled with majesty showed a clearly discernible emotion called "amazement."

This should not be the stirring emerging deep within the heart of Divine Ancestor Xiya, who had long abandoned emotions.

Yet the "surprise" the boy brought to Him manifested genuinely before His eyes.

However, such moments are always fleeting.

In battles between divines, sometimes they might last thousands of years, sometimes the outcome emerges in a brief instant.

Regardless, all Divine Ancestor Xiya had here was a thought traversing ten thousand years.

And now, the period of this thought's effectiveness ultimately reached its end.

"Interesting, truly interesting." Divine Ancestor Xiya's voice echoed repeatedly in the utterly shattered sky, unabashed, "A being like you... truly... we... ten thousand years later..."

The voice's end seemed disrupted by the interference of the endless spatial crack, or perhaps the force of the temporal river which even He could not resist.

In essence, accompanied by a burst of static, Divine Ancestor Xiya's visage transformed into something akin to mosaic-like modules, as if signals from ten thousand years into the future could no longer reach the present.

Finally, His bright golden eyes gazed meaningfully at the broken figure of the "dummy" Lynn, mumbling something lightly, then vanished from the Divine Moon Gap.

Here, after numerous battles, was no longer suitable for humans to linger, facing comprehensive collapse and fracturing.

Perhaps a second too late, everyone would be entangled in the slicing of spatial cracks.

Is it over?

Watching the rapidly dissipating "∞" mark in the sky, Ivyst struggled to her feet, cradling Lynn's freezing body closely.

At this moment, his body was utterly devastated as if torn apart by a mischievous child, almost without a single piece of intact skin anywhere.

It seemed, in the final showdown earlier, Lynn, possessed by some unknown force, ultimately fell behind.

Yet his slight chest rising and falling foretold the boy's life would not cease here.

Ivyst breathed a sigh of relief.

It appears things have, for now, reached a temporary pause.

Gazing at the apocalyptic desolation before her, a never-before-seen sense of powerlessness and humiliation surged in her heart.

However, now was not the time for such reflections.

Taking a glance at Saintess Tiya, fainted from the battle unable to endure such power, Ivyst hesitated for half a second, then grabbed her collar, hoisting her delicate form in one hand.

Then, her body emitted a dim red glow, using the very last of her strength, disappearing from the collapsing space.