Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

  Stars vibrated; the void reversed.

  Seraphine, transformed into a merciless 'Star Devouring' machine, having programmed her secondary exterior body to autonomously consume millions of star systems in the vast void surrounding her based on her pre-set behavioral pattern, subsequently submerged her consciousness deep into the Cosmic Intellect of her Primordial Soul.

  There, the Memory Realm world, intricately woven from Mycenae's living recollections, was finally drawing to a close.

  Within the Memory Realm world.

  A desolate, shattered continent, blood smoke swirling, choked the sky.

  Mycenae and Beverly, severely wounded and blood-soaked, sat exhausted in a swamp choked with muddy water and impact craters, panting ceaselessly.

  Clang!

  The Crescent Blade of Calamity, now reduced to less than half its original length, was casually tossed aside by Beverly, allowing it to soak in the murky water, its precious value completely disregarded.

  Not far away, the Blade of Suffocation, broken into several pieces and no longer emitting spiritual light, continuously spewed forth black, foul seawater from its jagged broken edge.

  This inexplicably appearing seawater seemed endless; it flowed for a long time, even saturating and covering an area of several hundred meters in a faint black-grey slurry, yet it still gushed forth incessantly.

  "Hoo—"

  Mycenae let out a long sigh of relief, his eyes somewhat dull and fatigued, yet undeniably showing a sense of release.

  It was finished.

  They had succeeded.

  That Resplendent Moon-level entity, which had threatened and relentlessly pursued them for decades, was finally utterly slain by them at this very moment.

  To achieve this breathtaking feat of overcoming a superior rank, they had exhausted their ingenuity and expended every shred of their energy reserves.

  And as a consequence of this victory, two entire continents, each spanning a hundred thousand miles, tragically vanished into the vast ocean.

  One continent was utterly bombarded and scorched by a Molten Crystal Burst, instantly transforming into barren, molten land before sinking to the seabed.

  The other was forcefully corroded by Putrefying Deity Toxin, collapsing into a colossal marine abyss. Its terrifying toxicity was so potent that the resulting abyss remained utterly barren of life for a full century; even flying overhead posed a lethal threat.

  Concurrently, countless sentient beings residing on these two continents perished in vain under the impact of that terrifying assault.

  They were either incinerated to ash and bone, becoming scorched remains, or dissolved by poisonous water, turning into pools of black blood and noxious vapor.

  And after enduring these two meticulous and terrifying traps set by Mycenae, that Resplendent Moon-level witch naturally sustained catastrophic damage to her vitality, resulting in a severe degradation of her combat effectiveness.

  The numerous subordinates she had relentlessly driven to pursue them also reported a staggering 99% casualty rate within these two lethal traps.

  But even so, Mycenae and Beverly, being high-level Morningstars, only managed to completely slay that ancient Resplendent Moon after paying the steep price of severe injuries, by deploying a large contingent of pre-arranged secret ritual formations.

  These formations encompassed dozens of unique secret rites, such as 【Stagnation】, 【Contraction】, 【Punishment】, 【Death】, 【Putrefaction】, 【Swarm】, 【Thorns】, 【Bewitching Heart】, 【Pain】, 【Sleep Inducement】, 【Delusion】, 【Restraint】, 【Energy Supply】, 【Sensory Blockade】, 【Cleaving】, 【Judgment】, 【Evil Devourment】, 【Corrosion】, 【Evil Curse】, 【Petrification】, 【Corpse Poison】, 【Soul Snatching】, 【Spike Prison】, 【Counter-Injury】, 【Armor Shattering】, 【Blood Ignition】, 【Tearing】, 【Defilement】, 【Collapse】, 【Weakness】, 【Soul Tremor】, 【Imprisonment】, and many more, with each specific type numbering in the tens or hundreds.

  Perhaps a single secret ritual was insufficient to harm a Resplendent Moon-level witch, especially this ancient monster who had remained at the Resplendent Moon tier for many years.

  But quantitative increase will eventually precipitate a qualitative shift.

  When thousands of secret rituals, each bearing inherent destructive potential, were activated simultaneously, the resulting might could only be described as world-shaking.

  As for that Resplendent Moon who completely weathered this terrifying barrage...

  She now lay several thousand meters away from the pair, submerged in a hundreds-of-meters-long pool of continuously boiling blood.

  At the very core of the blood pool, where blood qi was intensely evaporating, rested a hundred-meter-tall, yet utterly silent, incomplete bloody corpse, appearing completely devoid of residual life force.

  From the horrific, ghastly wounds visible on the surface of that corpse, scorching blood continuously poured forth, even searing the nearby dry land into a crimson hue.

  This bloody effigy was that Resplendent Moon-level witch, Hollow Crescent, who had endured the brutal 'baptism' of the secret ritual formations.

  "Rise."

  After a momentary pause, Mycenae roused his resolve and helped his beloved lover to stand.

  "Hoo—Hoo—"

  Beverly, clutching her gravely pierced abdomen, managed a bright smile and gasped, "We... we finally did it!"

  "Indeed, it is finally concluded," Mycenae nodded heavily, a smile finally touching his lips as well.

  After regaining vertical posture, the two exchanged looks and erupted into laughter.

  Despite the widespread pain wracking their bodies, their laughter was utterly unrestrained.

  But just then...

  "Quite remarkable, you two little fellows."

  A faint voice suddenly echoed through the air, emanating from the colossal pool of blood several thousand meters distant.

  The smiles frozen on their faces instantly vanished.

  Mycenae's eyes widened, glaring intensely at the blood pool, and he demanded in utter astonishment: "You... Hollow Crescent! You are not dead?!"

  Beverly, standing beside him, was equally stunned, her face a mask of shock and profound suspicion.

  Gurgle gurgle—

  Gurgle gurgle—

  The voice offered no immediate reply.

  Meanwhile, that murky pool of blood violently churned as if imbued with unnatural life.

  As it writhed, dense black qi continuously spewed out from the incessantly boiling blood pool. It moved like a long, headless, tailless serpent, completely disregarding the residual powers of various secret rituals that attempted to impede it. It spread out in a three-dimensional fan pattern, hissing and wailing, coiling and crawling in all directions.

  Hiss ~ Hiss ~ Hiss ~

  The dry air was licked and torn by thousands of these continuously climbing and twisting streams of black qi, emitting sharp hissing sounds like venomous snakes flicking their tongues.

  In mere seconds, dense tendrils of black qi had crawled over a colossal area nearly a thousand meters in diameter above the blood pool.

  This eerie and incomprehensible spectacle made Mycenae's and Beverly's faces stiffen, compelling them to rapidly retreat, step by step.

  Before they could retreat even a hundred meters...

  Suddenly!

  Boom!!

  The blood pool abruptly expanded in their horrified view, surging tens of thousands of meters in volume, completely engulfing them.

  Simultaneously, an incredibly dark and profound aura violently surged from that incessantly boiling and roaring pool of blood.

  It enveloped the sky!

  And the ground!

  In an instant, Mycenae and Beverly seemed to witness millions of angry, howling demons, led by the King of Ten Thousand Demons, fiercely tearing open the gates of Hell and suddenly descending before them.

  Under the intense oppression of this terrifying aura, the two felt as if they were struck by a powerful Witchcraft of stasis, completely rigid and unable to move a single muscle.

  Whoosh ~

  A colossal, blurry-faced bloody head, trailing an unnaturally long neck, slowly 'climbed' out of the Blood Pool.

  A demonic aura, larger than any mountain peak, gracefully circled and hovered in the sky like a gargantuan worldly python.

  With this demonic manifestation, a suffocating, crushing sensation rapidly enveloped the entire desolate continent.

  In an instant, the wandering predatory animals, the human residents, and even the towns and castles... in every corner of this bleak land, countless living beings and creatures all had misty eyes, trembling violently and collapsing to the ground.

  They didn't know what was happening; they only knew they were in agonizing pain, passively feeling a tremor originating deep within their flesh and bone, and deep within their very souls.

  Helpless, small, utterly weak.

  At the same time, this was precisely the sensation overwhelming Mycenae and Beverly.

  It was just that their experience was far more intense—so intense that they stood on the verge of absolute death.

  "Hmm... So, Avar (Hollow Crescent) simply died like that."

  The colossal bloody skull opened its mouth, which lacked a tongue, and muttered gloomily, "And, died so ignominiously."

  "......"

  Lowering its head, the colossal skull looked down upon the two individuals slumped in the mud, and stated darkly, coldly, and indifferently: "Where is that divine artifact that surpasses the Shining Sun level?"

  "Ugh... Ugh..."

  Mycenae looked up in horror at the slowly approaching bloody human head looming above him.

  His heart surged with regret, almost to the point of overflowing.

  Why?!

  Why did 'Flare Star' manifest?!

  Why did a Shining Sun-level entity appear?!

  "You seem deeply reluctant, exceedingly desperate."

  Like thousands of overlapping sound lines, like the terrifying demonic resonance of an abyssal heartbeat, the voice suddenly poured into their ears.

  "Aaaah!"

  Mycenae was struck as if by lightning; his face contorted in pain as black blood gushed violently from all seven orifices. In an instant, he fell into a weak, near-fatal state.

  Beverly, whose injuries were more severe and whose strength was weaker, upon hearing the terrifying demonic sound of 'Flare Star,' collapsed her body with a silent scream a second later. Her soul disintegrated, melting instantly into a puddle of thick black blood.

  Her form and spirit utterly annihilated, she died instantly.

  "Beverly... Beverly..."

  Mycenae slumped in the mud, trembling, wanting desperately to speak, but utterly unable to utter a single word.

  "Forget it, I'll just search myself." The demonic aura observed the trembling, paralyzed Mycenae, and its form suddenly morphed into a bloody claw, flying swiftly toward him.

  Bang!

  After a muffled sound, Mycenae's body, which had endured for hundreds of years, instantly exploded and died.

  And the bloody giant claw emerged from the mangled remains of the corpse, clutching a continuously struggling soul, and transformed into a subtle whirlwind, plunging back into the blood pool.

  Swish swish swish...

  Gurgle gurgle gurgle...

  Following a series of ear-splitting, gurgling swallowing sounds, the colossal blood pool rapidly shrank.

  Finally, it twisted and transformed into a crimson human figure.

  The figure stood calmly in place, its vague facial features rippling with bloody light, and began mercilessly tearing apart Mycenae's soul within its body, intending to extract all necessary information from it.

  But at this moment, Mycenae's soul, swallowed within the bloody figure, defiantly activated 《Movement in Absolute Zero》.

  Crack crack crack!

  The crimson figure suddenly felt an emptiness within its core. A black soul, seemingly condensed from thousands of shattered ice crystals, suddenly traversed tens of thousands of miles and streaked toward the horizon.

  Its speed was so incredibly fast that it fundamentally did not resemble a Morningstar-level being.

  "Trying to escape?"

  The crimson figure, carrying a trace of Flare Star's power, also instantly gave chase, pursuing it relentlessly.

  And Seraphine, standing silently nearby, indifferently accelerated the flow of time within the Memory Realm world.

  Swish swish swish—

  In an instant, day and night alternated, the sky darkening and then brightening rapidly.

  The vast universe shifted quickly, becoming mixed and indistinguishable.

  All things accelerated their displacement, overlapping and transforming.

  A moment later, Mycenae reappeared.

  But at this time, through some unknown means, he had escaped the world of Ansel and manifested on the back of that colossal infant Divine Beast.

  Behind him lay a shattered and collapsed ancient fort, clearly the remnants of the Black Abyss Observatory.

  At this moment, this infant Divine Beast, or perhaps this juvenile Void Whale, appeared intoxicated and stared blankly, emitting waves of hazy, chaotic mental fluctuations.

  It was unknown what Mycenae had done to it.

  At this moment, Mycenae's entire body radiated an incredibly intense, foul, black death qi.

  But strangely, an equally potent, vibrant life force constantly lingered around and within his nearly shattered soul body.

  These two forces—one of life and one of death—both opposed and yet depended upon each other. Through some extremely complex mechanism, they continuously locked his state.

  Leaving him in a condition that was simultaneously semi-alive and semi-dead.

  Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

  The boundless void surrounding them suddenly revealed continuous gurgling sounds of flowing water.

  Mycenae looked around, only to find thousands of rivers of blood encircling them from all directions.

  Within each of these rivers of blood, countless tons of crimson blood flowed swiftly.

  As water splashed, waves of murderous and foul qi emanated, dyeing this vast expanse of the void a terrifying blood-red.

  The Void Whale was already extraordinarily enormous, like a true star.

  But at this moment, each of the blood rivers encompassing them from all directions was as massive as the Void Whale itself.

  "So it's finally come to this?"

  Mycenae roared in a low, muffled voice, "Bewildering Light and Shadow!"

  In an instant, the large block of Phantom Crystal hidden deep within his shattered soul, within his Witchcraft pouch, silently depleted its charge.

  Hum—

  The void trembled, and an unknown power, yet filled with the unmistakable aura of time, suddenly descended.

  The thousands of rivers of blood, in that brief moment, collapsed into countless tens of thousands of blood droplets, scattered and flung towards the boundless, dim universe in all directions.

  Swish!!

  A brilliant river of light, resembling a sky-devouring giant python, suddenly descended, enveloping Mycenae and the infant Divine Beast. Then, vaguely piercing through reality and illusion, they suddenly vanished from this vast Realm of Phantasm void, leaving only Flare Star's angry roar echoing in the boundless universe around them.

  Rumble rumble rumble rumble—

  Space-time intensely shifted; countless thousands of bright starlights, both clear and hazy, swirled around the Void Whale.

  Mycenae, standing atop the giant beast's back, possessed a hazy soul-image, becoming increasingly ethereal.

  "One day... Flare Star! One day!"

  He roared in a low voice, "I will return for revenge!"

  Just as Mycenae was uncontrollably consumed by immense hatred, a hand suddenly clapped heavily on his shoulder, startling him so profoundly that his entire form shuddered. His hazy figure instantly surged several hundred meters away.

  Mycenae spun around to look at his original location, his face a mixture of bewilderment and uncertainty.

  It was Seraphine.

  "You! Who are you?!"

  Mycenae's eyes widened, and he shouted in startled fury, "How did you reach here? How did you intrude?!"

  "Haha."

  Seraphine suddenly let out a teasing laugh, "Mycenae, think carefully, use all your might.

  I have already lifted the memory restriction; you should be able to recall everything now."

  "I..."

  Mycenae suddenly froze. Deep within his shattered, dim soul, massive segments of memory abruptly surged forth, trembling violently.

  Vast information, like a powerful, sedimented river spanning millennia, suddenly breached its banks in a single morning, instantly washing away all of Mycenae's current thoughts and perceptions.

  In this torrent of information, like a raging tempest, he felt as if time itself had completely blurred and fractured.

  The broad 'future' that had never materialized arrived piece by piece from a 'distant,' unknown location, assaulting and tightly enveloping him.

  Accompanied by the surging fragments of the 'unfamiliar' future, Mycenae piloted that infant Void Whale, whose life-soul was tightly bound by a Witchcraft formation, endlessly traversing the colorful tributary of the Creeping Sea.

  To speak of traversing, but within this Colorful River of Light, which seemed vastly larger than the entirety of the world of Ansel, he was more akin to driftwood, carried by the current.

  Drifting with the flow, utterly without resistance.

  As this great abyssal river continuously crossed layers of illusion and reality, ceaselessly breaking through barriers of dimension and space-time.

  In this endless crossing and breaching, every single moment within the boundless, endlessly extending tributary of the Creeping Sea was bathed in an unending surge of brilliant phantom light, instantaneously rendering Mycenae and the Void Whale both colossal and infinitesimally small.

  Both large and minute. Both distinct and vague.

  This was an experience that nearly shattered the very soul. This kind of exposure completely surpassed Mycenae's limits of endurance.

  Consequently, his senses and consciousness plunged into terrifying collapse and fragmentation.

  This shattered perception also made Mycenae's journey through the Creeping Sea, his Memory Realm, become absurd and chaotic.

  In his endless drifting, he once vaguely witnessed other Void Whales, Void Whales with even more colossal forms and ancient ages—not just one—wandering from unknown directions toward the Reach region surrounding him.

  These giant beasts might have journeyed from other distant void regions through different Creeping Sea tributaries, or perhaps they accidentally breached the boundary between two realms from other colossal, wicked worlds.

  Mycenae, whose every thought and conscious trace was nearly completely obscured by boundless chaos, was utterly incapable of discerning any of this.

  He only knew that time seemed to have passed for an incredibly long duration, so long that he simply spent hundreds of thousands of lifetimes in a daze, and every single interaction with Beverly was violently torn away and consumed piece by piece.

  Even that deep-seated animosity toward Flare Star was almost vaguely forgotten.

  Yet, time seemed to have flashed by in an instant.

  So brief that nothing was erased.

  So quick that in the blink of an eye, all things suddenly materialized before him.

  "Where am I? Who am I?"

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  Mycenae, like a person made of shattered crystal, lay blankly on the vast back of the Void Whale.

  He looked up at the confusing, variegated colors above, and spoke in a hoarse, dazed voice, "I am... Mycenae, I am in a tributary of the Creeping Sea, Beverly..."

  "Where is Beverly?!" Mycenae suddenly scrambled upright, anxiously scanning around, but only saw the boundless dark landmass, which was the back of the Void Whale.

  "Who... is Beverly?" He suddenly shook his head wildly, "Can't remember, can't remember, can't remember!"

  "Flare Star!" Mycenae suddenly raised his head, his nerve-wracked, translucent face, marred by dozens of cracks, looking extremely ferocious, "I will destroy you! I will have my vengeance!"

  Suddenly!

  Boom!!

  A colossal force, striking from an unknown direction, precisely impacted the mature Void Whale, tens of thousands of miles away on the far side of this region.

  Rumble rumble rumble!!

  In an instant, wave upon wave of boiling energy surged, sweeping up layer after layer of flickering light waves, engulfing the vast sea of light. Within this tributary of the Creeping Sea, a colossal void, akin to a cluster of stars, suddenly detonated.

  The enormous Void Whale that was struck immediately 'slipped out' from the empty 'void.'

  During this moment, Mycenae stared blankly as, beyond the resulting emptiness, there was only boundless darkness, save for a crystal giant a thousand meters tall standing silently.

  From that form, he sensed an aura of terror, deep and vast, perhaps countless times more immense than the entire world of Ansel.

  This attacking force was so overwhelmingly powerful that, even from a great distance within the light-river region, it could blast his stably positioned juvenile Void Whale tens of thousands of miles away.

  With his massive body severely wounded and gushing blood, Mycenae was forcibly swept away from the suddenly erupting torrents, bobbing toward another tributary in an unknown locale.

  Thereafter, time moved even more swiftly.

  That severely injured, fallen juvenile Void Whale was lost to him, its location unknown.

  And the disoriented Mycenae was suddenly flung by the surging currents of the Creeping Sea onto a spherical continent within a vast, wicked world.

  A small continent with a diameter of merely tens of thousands of kilometers.

  Descending from the heavens, plummeting directly to the surface.

  Concentrating his spirit, seizing a suitable body, and achieving rebirth.

  Although he survived, the Primis essence here was incredibly faint, almost nonexistent, so that even after Mycenae dispersed 《Movement in Absolute Zero》 and returned to a normal state, and subsequently activated 《Swamp Heresy》, he was still severely afflicted by the wretched environment and was compelled into slumber for several centuries.

  Upon waking, profoundly impacted by the strange cosmic phenomena, his temperament had drastically altered.

  Concurrently, his power had also plummeted to its lowest ebb, barely qualifying as a Witch apprentice.

  But Mycenae felt no fear regarding this.

  If one resides at the bottom of a valley, every direction leads upward.

  On that still relatively ancient continent of Eliondra, Mycenae, sporting a demonic and fiendish temperament, officially commenced his new life's journey as the Witch King.

  He concealed himself behind the world's fa?ade, meticulously laying countless arrangements.

  All to reclaim his original might, and even surpass it, aiming for Resplendent Moon, reaching Shining Sun.

  Until one day...

  As 'the future' suddenly flashed into view, Mycenae's surroundings also changed violently.

  In an ancient fortress draped in vast white snow, as if guided by providence, he opened Atropos' Eye, looking toward the distance.

  Looking toward the distant location where his descendant, Monroe Holmes, had perished.

  "Here..."

  Mycenae stared blankly at the hazy bunker surrounding him, an intense feeling of unease and déjà vu striking him powerfully.

  He could foresee with chilling clarity what would unfold next.

  He would use his spiritual perception, traverse half a planet to that distant location, deep within that dark sea.

  Then he would attempt to spy upon the unknown entity that had slain Monroe Holmes.

  The outcome: failure.

  His spiritual tentacles were forcibly severed.

  Next, he would control the Witchcraft ancient fortress to escape reality, hiding deep within the Sentience Realm.

  At the same time, he would connect with all sentient beings of Eliondra, forcibly sharing their vitality and soul power, thereby corroding the 'will' of this continental region's celestial body.

  The outcome: failure.

  The entire Eliondra continent was annihilated in a single strike by that boundless entity of slaughter, utterly without psychological impediment.

  Billions of Eliondrans, all perished.

  Thereafter, critically wounded to the point of near death, he was forcibly dragged back to reality by that ferocious madman.

  But driven by his surging hatred, he also activated a Witchcraft potent enough to implicate the laws of causality.

  Should that entity harbor even a trace of remorse for slaughtering billions of sentient beings, it would perish body and soul under the might of this spell.

  Yet, incredibly, that little one harbored no burden of conscience for such widespread slaughter.

  Not a whit.

  She even merely lifted her gaze, and in an instant, billions of people's anger and hatred vanished into thin air.

  Finally...

  "Finally, I died!"

  Mycenae, still possessing witch's sight, slumped weakly to the ground.

  At this moment, the young girl within his Witchcraft vision suddenly turned to look at him, smiled, and swiftly approached.

  Closer and closer.

  Finally, in Mycenae's terrified gaze, she looked down on him, her expression cold.

  "I'm sorry, you are truly dead. You only exist because I needed to find some valuable 'things' within your memories.

  Since I have seen everything, you have no further need to exist."

  "You... You... What do you mean?!"

  Mycenae trembled all over, looking at the other party, a sense of extreme dread filling his heart.

  An unbelievably terrifying premonition struck him.

  "Unclear? Then I will repeat it."

  Seraphine smiled gently, looking at Mycenae's pale face, and softly stated, "In fact, everything you have experienced—all your love and all your hate, all your hesitation and all your expectations, these hundreds of years of growth, these centuries of experience—it is all false.

  Your seemingly colorful and tumultuous life was merely a fabricated reality meticulously crafted by me, using your already deceased memories as the blueprint."

  "Ugh... Ugh..."

  Mycenae trembled all over, his face covered in extreme despair, "I... I... am..."

  Seraphine's smile became even gentler: "There is no 'I am.' You do not even possess the concept of 'I.'

  Because your body and your soul perished long ago, utterly nonexistent.

  You died completely a very long time ago, dead for an immensely long time.

  Even your current sensations and self-awareness are fabricated, merely a 'pseudo-object' that I simulated and deduced using your memories.

  You, Mycenae, until this moment, fundamentally, do not exist."

  "Hoo—"

  After hearing this declaration, Mycenae seemed to exhale his final breath, offering a powerless, tragic laugh: "Hahaha, I don't even exist, Beverly doesn't exist either, my love and hate... never even truly existed.

  Hahahahaha, I was just a recorded memory, named 'Mycenae,' a lost person's... memory.

  I am merely a memory! Everything is an illusion..."

  With endless despair in his eyes, his body suddenly shattered, transforming into dissipated, scattered light, and in an instant, vanished into nothingness.

  And this Memory Realm world simultaneously condensed, shrinking endlessly, until it became a flickering speck of light, existing on the very edge of presence and absence.

  As long as this speck is placed into the aperture on the back of the Void Whale, one can rapidly traverse through the Realm of Phantasm to the world of Ansel.

  Whoosh—

  Seraphine reappeared within the vast and boundless Cosmic Intellect.

  After reviewing Mycenae's entire life, and meticulously simulating an entire world composed purely of information, she then extracted various crucial pieces of data from this Memory Realm world. This included all her research on the Void Whale's 'traversal capability,' and the ability of 《Bewildering Light and Shadow》 to summon the Creeping Sea tributary. Combining all this, she deduced a genuine method for traversing worlds.

  This method was christened 《Bridge-to-Beyond》 by Seraphine.

  The principle behind this method is extremely bizarre, operating completely outside the fundamental forces upon which the techniques and cultivation methods of the real universe are based.

  It requires, within the expansive mind, using the Void Whale to search, locate, and traverse the underlying principles of numerous Secret Realms and worlds, in order to simulate and condense a phantom 'keystone.'

  Thereafter, sensing this 'keystone's' profound 'yearning' for the various Secret Realms and even worlds within the Realm of Phantasm.

  Visualizing this 'yearning' and solidifying it into a massive, unseen bridge to the other side.

  That keystone acts as the foundation of the bridge; that large bridge is the concretization of one's deepest longing for the world across the veil.

  Once the method is activated, one can follow this bridge, utilizing the recorded Memory Realm within the keystone as a 'coordinate,' and simultaneously expending Phantom Crystal to summon the Creeping Sea tributary to exit reality and descend into the Sentience Realm. Utilizing the Creeping Sea's power to traverse space-time, it leads directly to the Secret Realm or world corresponding to the coordinate.

  Aside from the world-traversal technique, Seraphine also utilized the numerous witch achievement methods discovered within the Memory Realm, along with many 'Lex-Consensus methods,' particularly the many techniques bequeathed by the God of Evil Arts to Mycenae, using them as foundational material. She deduced and created a cultivation method suitable for practice within the Realm of Phantasm and for continuous advancement—《Bodhisattva of Radiance》.

  And this Realm of Phantasm cultivation method founded by Seraphine is intrinsically linked to wrath and hatred.

  In the world of Ansel, and in countless other Realm of Phantasm worlds, many high-level existences fundamentally use the collective beliefs of sentient beings as their cultivation resource.

  Thus, entities at the Resplendent Moon, Shining Sun, False God, and even Myth tiers must establish various sects, create nations, and open expansive worlds to 'equip' countless sentient beings, thereby harvesting immeasurable belief to continuously advance and strengthen themselves.

  But the Bodhisattva of Radiance method is vastly different.

  It does not draw upon the beliefs of sentient beings for cultivation; rather, it harnesses the wrath and hatred generated by sentient beings for advancement.

  What exactly are wrath and hatred?

  If greed stems from an intense love for objects, leading to insatiable pursuit and possessive psychological desire.

  Then wrath and hatred spring from the sentient beings' profound aversion to all things, generating intense emotions of resentment and anger.

  It is famously said that "one thought of anger arises, a million doors of obstruction open."

  All tribulations and delusions within the human realm inevitably give rise to wrath and hatred.

  Every single instant, someone's disgust or animosity toward a thing or an individual is the spark of wrath and hatred.

  At a certain moment, someone tirelessly toils through a task from beginning to end, yet subtly harbors weariness and frustration; this, too, is wrath and hatred.

  Fleeting anger and enduring resentment are both forms of ire.

  Wrath and hatred are the mental ripples—the mind constricted, confused, and entangled in an unpleasant situation, then erupting with dry fire and malicious intent.

  As long as the mortal dust in the grand heavens is not extinguished, and sentient beings across the universe are not eliminated, then wrath and hatred will never vanish or cease to exist.

  This is because all intelligent beings possess 'self-attachment.'

  And all who still cling to 'self-attachment' will invariably give rise to wrath and hatred.

  Wrath and hatred are eternal.

  And all of these emotions will become the power source for the practitioner of the Demonic Radiance Heavenly Method, fueling explosive growth and advancement, progressing almost eternally.

  Until they become... the karma of sentient beings.

  "However, this Realm of Phantasm, formed by the convergence of the boundless imagination of countless sentient beings across endless three-dimensional space-time, seems..."

  In the boundless universe, Seraphine, appearing like a cosmic giant, paused her movements after devouring another expanse of space, and pondered, "This Realm of Phantasm... seems incapable of bearing my true existence.

  Or perhaps, as a genuine four-dimensional entity... I cannot smoothly interface with the Realm of Phantasm."

  After a lengthy contemplation, Seraphine smiled gently: "Very well, I shall cleave off a mere trace of Divine Will and project it into the Realm of Phantasm, utilizing the endless wrath and hatred of sentient beings as its foundational power source. Let us observe how far it can ascend."

  Whoosh—

  Space-time vibrated; stars disintegrated.

  In a total span of merely over 10 seconds, another massive star field, encompassing tens of millions of star systems, was utterly consumed by Seraphine. Not a single innocent atom remained.

  Concurrently, the tens of thousands of intelligent civilizations spread across this vast interstellar expanse—regardless of how many star-destroying battleships they possessed; how many fertile planets they had subjugated; how many Milky Way Overlords they claimed could dominate the universe; or how glorious and ancient their history and culture were—none of it held any meaning for Seraphine.

  To these civilizations, she was fate itself.

  Fate does not converse with mortals, nor does it entertain their feelings.

  Seraphine was the same.

  Currently, through continuous consumption, her command over the Light of Infinity and this colossal starfield body had become even more masterful, and the efficiency of devouring stars was escalating.

  She had reached a point where each act of consumption required minimal movement; merely taking a step, standing at the center of the universe, she could effortlessly reduce millions of stars to dust and ashes, transforming them into endless light and heat, which she swallowed almost entirely.

  Only those countless intelligent species, bound within the light beam, remained unharmed, swallowed intact by her, along with their continental plates, becoming a new populace upon that 'primordial' landmass, spanning tens of trillions of kilometers in diameter.

  "Devouring the Milky Way no longer requires significant calculation."

  Seraphine turned her Eye of Transcendence toward the distant galactic core, "The races in the galactic core will be handled by Godshell; there is no need for excessive worry.

  What demands attention now is the Realm of Phantasm."

  Although she had already decided to dispatch a trace of her divided focus to the Realm of Phantasm.

  The problem she confronted was... how to ensure that this trace of divided attention, after separation from the main body across two realms, would still remain tethered under her control and continue functioning normally.

  She wasn't concerned that this fragment of divided attention, upon genesis, would develop some melodramatic 'independent self-awareness,' birthing a completely novel life form.

  Seraphine dismissed such concerns.

  Because if this trace of divided attention were truly to break free from her control, at the precise moment of its liberation, it would immediately lose its infusion of intelligent sparks due to lacking Root Spirituality, and subsequently become inert and cease functioning, akin to inanimate matter.

  This presented a rather tricky conundrum.

  Fortunately, Seraphine already devised a solution.

  "With the sheer potential of the Light of Infinity, many impossibilities are rendered achievable."

  Hum—

  In the vast universe, Seraphine's colossal form suddenly shimmered with countless divine lights.

  These luminous strands were neither non-material energy nor mere information, nor were they the 'fields' or the peculiar light associated with the four fundamental forces of the universe. It was her materialized Spirituality radiating the Light of Infinity.

  "Although the Light of Infinity can only exert influence over all space-time, matter, energy, and information within a 1000 light-year diameter, nevertheless..."

  Seraphine gently raised her massive palm, and with a mere thought, rapidly forged a highly magnetized, intensely hot, glittering neutron star within the trillion-mile expanse of her palm.

  Whoosh—

  Powerful radio pulse waves erupted from the north and south poles of this rapidly spinning, miniature celestial body, like cosmic beacons, swiftly radiating into the vastness of space.

  Simultaneously, the Light of Infinity, encompassing all hues, all forces, and all inherent capabilities, suddenly penetrated and enveloped this ultra-high-energy cosmic ray source.

  Crack crack crack!

  The neutron star instantly became 'activated,' and while hundreds of fiercely gushing, scorching light flames burst forth from grotesque fissures, its incredibly smooth, hard, blue-white surface grotesquely split open to reveal a turbid black single eye, several thousand meters in diameter, and a crimson wide mouth filled with sharp, pointed teeth.

  Hee hee hee ha ha!

  Caw caw caw caw!

  Ferocious mental fluctuations radiated in widening circles, infecting the surrounding space.

  The living neutron star's greedy eyes incessantly darted toward the surrounding void, seeking a celestial body durable enough to truly satiate itself.

  When its gaze inadvertently swept across Seraphine's colossal palm, held 'close at hand,' it immediately emitted circles of agitated mental fluctuations, filled with complex entanglement data.

  This celestial giant beast was not inherently spiritual, nor did it possess complete self-awareness.

  But its powerful instinct recognized that the immense giant palm beneath it, comparable to a continental space, belonged to the deity who had catalyzed its genesis into existence.

  Seraphine coldly observed this neutron star beast, tiny as dust, and calmly reasoned:

  "Within this radius, anything that arises as an 'uncaused effect' from the Light of Infinity exists without conventional spatial limits or boundary constraints.

  For instance, this neutron star, so long as it is not utterly annihilated, will continue to exist illogically, defying the established rules of physics."

  As her thought process shifted, the Light of Infinity morphed again.

  Hum—

  The living neutron star, whose eyes darted around, suddenly trembled, and the surrounding space-time also shook and constantly rippled in response.

  In the next instant, the neutron star beast, emitting waves of terrifying high temperature and intense magnetism, became indistinct in form.

  In some 'skip-like' manner, it forcibly 'leapt' across the vast distance of space-time, instantly shooting towards the vast, boundless void at tens of billions of times the speed of light.

  After Seraphine modified the object's properties, bestowing upon it the ability for superluminal space-time jumps without consumption or reliance on known principles, it was set to activate against common sense.

  From that moment forward, this scorching celestial beast, until it completely exhausted its countless eons of lifespan and evolved into a Black Dwarf, would endlessly continue to fly deep into the universe, like a thorn bird without legs, never stopping.

  Furthermore, this 'jump' that spanned countless eons and exceeded the speed of light would absolutely not drain any of its energy; it would simply manifest naturally, blatantly violating the law of conservation of mass-energy.

  Without a discernible cause, this neutron star inexplicably achieved this state.

  This was an uncaused effect.

  Without a preceding cause or process, the result directly manifested in the real world, defying all logic.

  Ten seconds later, this superluminal neutron star vanished from Seraphine's Eye of Transcendence, embarking on a cosmic journey destined to last countless years.

  After a final glance in the direction the celestial body disappeared, Seraphine gathered her focus and began projecting her Primordial Soul.

  In fact, Cadelon and Godshell, existing in the same space and universe, even though they had now flown tens of thousands of light-years away, could still, under the mysterious and inexplicable mechanism of Root Spirituality, akin to quantum entanglement, unhinderedly receive the continuous nourishment of intelligent sparks, thereby maintaining their own thoughts, consciousness, and the vitality and stability of their minds.

  The ultimate reason was that both possessed false Spiritualities, which were originally 'sidelines' derived from Seraphine's own Root Spirituality.

  Indeed, all the numerous false Spiritualities created by Seraphine, from beginning to end, were merely 'branches' of her Root Spirituality.

  In a sense, they were also aspects of her 'self.'

  Previously, Seraphine intended to similarly use false Spirituality this time to create a new 'individual' to explore the Realm of Phantasm.

  But after reviewing Mycenae's memories, and using them as a basis to construct a truly existing Memory Realm world, diligently wandering, sensing, and researching within it—

  Seraphine confirmed that there was a high probability that false Spirituality would be unable to connect with the main body, meaning her own Root Spirituality, via a quantum-entangled state. Consequently, it would be unable to receive the intelligent sparks transmitted from afar, and thus, unable to maintain normal thought, consciousness, and the stable operation of the mind.

  Ultimately, it would only transform into an ignorant and senseless 'dead' object, eternally adrift within the Realm of Phantasm, becoming a meaningless, empty floating corpse.

  Therefore, after long and meticulous consideration, Seraphine decided to update the methodology for creating Spirituality 'branches.'

  She chose... the method of spiritual projection.

  The so-called spiritual projection is analogous to a candle's reflection in a mirror.

  The principle is exceptionally straightforward.

  To illustrate, imagine a person standing in a vast, dark chamber, holding a lamp, shining its light towards a blank mirror positioned ahead.

  As soon as the candlelight enters the mirror's reflection range, an identical candlelight will instantaneously manifest within the mirror.

  This dark room represents the boundless mortal world.

  Seraphine is the flickering lamplight, existing in the real, non-illusory material universe 'outside the mirror.'

  That trace of divided attention is the ethereal phantom within the mirror, existing in the baseless, illusory Realm of Phantasm 'inside the mirror.'

  Connecting the two is the faint, flickering light of the candle itself.

  This light traverses past and future, encompassing the causality linking the void and reality.

  Should Seraphine cease to exist, under the effect of causality, the divided attention would instantly vanish.

  And the destruction of that divided attention would have absolutely no effect on Seraphine 'outside the mirror.'

  No matter how many special effects or illusions the candlelight in the mirror acquires, once the physical candle outside the mirror is extinguished, its reflection on the mirror surface will also instantly return to nothingness.

  The principle is clear, concise, and utterly straightforward.

  "Very well, let us commence then."

  Seraphine temporarily halted her grand spatial devouring and initiated the spiritual projection.

  Swish—

  The Light of Infinity suddenly radiated and flickered, swirling within and around her body and Primordial Soul.

  Thus, this spiritual projection, whose principle was so rudimentary, like a child's play, suddenly began to operate illogically.

  Time passed swiftly; half an hour quickly slipped by.

  Within the boundless cosmic space, the colossal entity, who had stood silently for a long time, suddenly trembled.

  Hum—

  Space-time, energy, matter—nothing outwardly changed.

  Only a single, extremely high-density stream of information suddenly flashed and flew out from Seraphine's colossal eyes, transforming into a phantom of light, identical to her appearance and aura, quietly suspended in the dim void.

  "Interesting."

  The light phantom opened its pair of translucent eyes, looking towards the vast, boundless cosmic vacuum ahead.

  Simultaneously, the main body also looked down with its eyes at that tiny, extremely faint spiritual phantom below.

  There was no second will; only Seraphine.

  This peculiar sensation was like playing a mobile game in survival mode with super high freedom, where she was the player.

  She could simultaneously perceive the tiny, confined mental vision of this faint phantom body, while also perceiving the vast, super-dimensional vision of the main body, encompassing tens of thousands of light-years of surging starfields from north to south.

  Magnificent and humble, two utterly distinct and different sensory perceptions caused Seraphine to spontaneously generate an unusual psychological feeling of 'I am me, and I am not me, and not-me is also me.'

  Indeed, this mental phantom, whose magnitude was somewhat low, possessed no so-called independent will, nor would it develop a 'new will after being independent for a long time.'

  The so-called spiritual projection was, in essence, merely Seraphine gaining an additional 'hand' and an additional 'eye,' allowing her to perceive and interact with this colossal world from different angles.

  After a moment of contemplation, Seraphine immediately activated 《Bridge-to-Beyond》, beginning her world-traversal.

  The spiritual light phantom slightly closed her eyes, simulating the creation of a phantom keystone in her mind.

  Sensing the keystone's yearning for the world of Ansel within the Realm of Phantasm.

  She forcefully visualized and concretized this 'yearning,' which was merely a faint emotion, into a colossal bridge with no discernible other side.

  Then, following the bridge, she descended into the Sentience Realm, into the Realm of Phantasm.

  The Light of Infinity activated in time, its brilliant light flickering and twisting space-time, matter, energy, and information.

  Hum—

  Seraphine (Divided Attention) suddenly felt everything around her begin to blur.

  Suddenly!

  That phantom, non-material keystone in her mind's ocean, revealed a powerful devouring force.

  Moreover, its intensity grew stronger and stronger.

  Buzz buzz!

  Seraphine (Divided Attention) felt the vast real space around her slowly crack and vanish. She instantly appeared in a void, an empty domain.

  This was the Ocean of Consciousness.

  At this moment, her will was drawn into her own Ocean of Consciousness.

  Before her was a dim keystone, continuously expanding and growing larger.

  Its speed was incredibly fast.

  In an instant, that keystone, originally the size of a stable, expanded and grew, transforming into a vast canyon.

  Within the canyon, light rippled, both mysterious and eerie.

  And Seraphine (Divided Attention) rapidly shrank, shrinking incessantly, and in an instant, collapsed into a tiny speck of light, swiftly falling towards that canyon, which resembled an abyss.

  In her journey, she completely plunged into the dim depths of the canyon.

  The real universe, the vast universe.

  As Seraphine (Main Body) stared intently, the expressionless figure of Seraphine (Divided Attention) standing like a statue of light below, her phantom form suddenly twisted.

  Then, centered on her chest, her entire being strangely transformed into a blurry, swirling vortex, rapidly flowing into a distant and unknown foreign realm.

  After the Divided Attention completely vanished, the Main Body remained silent.

  Her colossal body swayed, continuing the 'work' of devouring space.

  ...

  Beyond reality, deep within the Sentience Realm.

  Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

  Unlike the dazed Mycenae, Seraphine (Divided Attention), whose Spirituality and life essence were both extremely high, could unhinderedly sense the entire journey of falling into the Realm of Phantasm.

  She continuously projected her mental power, which seemed to be of low magnitude but whose 'quality' was high enough to pierce the heavens, slightly beyond her body, sensing the drastic changes in the outside world.

  Seraphine (Divided Attention) discovered that she had now transformed into a nearly nonexistent speck, rapidly falling 'downwards.'

  In just an instant, she pierced through the Projected Layer, reaching the deepest part of the Sentience Realm's Symbolic Domain.

  It was as if the colossal, profound space-time distance of the Sentience Realm's void was pierced through by her like a thin sheet of paper.

  This was a profound region of the Sentience Realm that Seraphine had never reached before.

  Generally, the hallway area around was the deepest she had reached.

  But here, it was much farther, much, much farther than that place.

  And it was also so colossal that it was completely comparable to cosmic space.

  Vast, ethereal.

  However, if she were to 'fall' like this indefinitely, she probably wouldn't reach the Realm of Phantasm even by the day the universe perishes.

  Therefore, it was time to activate 《Bewildering Light and Shadow》.

  As this thought emerged, within Seraphine's hazy, misty body, those few subtly floating Phantom Crystals suddenly shattered and vanished, miraculously returning to invisibility.

  At the same time, a strange vibration resonated from the unfathomable depths of the void, countless trillions of miles 'below.'

  Clatter clatter clatter clatter—

  Boom!!!!

  Suddenly, a colossal, thick, and immense river of light, resembling a sky-devouring giant python, comparable to a real star system, abruptly pushed aside layers of void, and with a thunderous roar, swallowed Seraphine, who was in a state of traversal, whole into its 'body' from bottom to top. Then, coiling and twisting at speeds countless times exceeding the speed of light, it surged towards an even deeper, unknown realm, like the Underworld.

  Gurgle gurgle—

  As if submerged in a vast, boundless sea of colorful light, Seraphine, transformed into an ethereal speck, was carried by the turbulent currents, directly rushing towards the end of the Sentience Realm—the Realm of Phantasm.