Chapter 248 The War is Over - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

In a fleeting moment, the boy before him seemed to change slightly, causing God Ancestor Xiya to feel somewhat surprised. His gaze was fixed on the infinite symbol hovering above Lynn, evoking a vague feeling of familiarity. Over his tens of thousands of years of existence, he had witnessed the rise and fall of countless secret beings, played a role in the ascent and decline of numerous empires and forces, and even personally slain many who could be considered "great." In such a vast expanse of time, many memories had gradually faded away with the passing years. Initially, the boy before him was just a mere ant in his eyes, yet now he stirred a slight, unusual ripple in his indifferent heart. It was a feeling known as "the thrill of the hunt." "Kneel." Without speaking a word, God Ancestor Xiya's mental voice, carrying an air of authority, spread throughout the rift of the Divine Moon. This extradimensional place, originally used to connect the mortal world and the Moonlit Divine Nation, had already become shaky after successive battles, with the sky and earth resembling shattered mirrors on the verge of breaking apart. However, this seemingly apocalyptic scene of despair did not catch the attention of the two figures confronting each other high in the sky. Only Yvesette, rendered immobile by the previous blow, stared dumbfounded at the seemingly miraculous turnaround before her. She had thought that with the collapse of the End Witch and the Moon Goddess's consciousness, they had lost their ultimate trump card, leaving them utterly powerless. But it seemed she was wrong. So very wrong. Since that day in the Soren Mountains when he stood before her as a mortal, it was destined that this boy named Lynn would repeatedly perform miraculous feats, turning around dire situations. And now, once again, he achieved what seemed impossible. Warm tears slowly trickled from the corners of her eyes, mixing joy and intense unwillingness into the complex emotions that overwhelmed Yvesette. I am too weak. She stared blankly at the shattered sky, grasping the fabric of her clothes tightly at her chest, as a sharp pain pierced her heart, almost causing her to faint. This was the weakness caused by the overexertion of power after being possessed by the End Witch. Yet the final outcome of the entire affair had yet to be determined, and how could she fall into unconsciousness now? As Yvesette pondered how long this terrifying and strange atmosphere would last, a sharp explosion, mixed with dazzling light waves, burst forth from overhead, resembling fireworks in the sky. In the encounter initiated by God Ancestor Xiya, the result was determined in an instant. In that brief fraction of a moment, even with her demigod-level sight, Yvesette almost failed to track God Ancestor Xiya's speed, which was akin to a concept. Enveloped by a storm and golden lightning, his figure ignited with a white firelight, and like a humanoid disaster, he tore through the skies, destroying even space in his path, leaving pitch-black cracks greedily devouring everything around them. She had no doubt that if God Ancestor Xiya were to walk the earth in such a form, even the Holy Roland Empire would turn to scorched wasteland in short order, and the entire planet might not withstand his supremeness. And this was merely a thought projected transcending time and space by God Ancestor Xiya. Compared to the past Creation Demon or the aura of the Wrathful King Kusiustene felt in the old factory, it was as vast as the difference between clouds and mud. These beings held a divine stature, yet in the face of the humanoid disaster, Yvesette felt utterly powerless. If even gods were so helpless, what more for Lynn? But as she had thought before, it seemed that this boy was born to create miracles in this world. What defines a miracle? To face the divine radiance with a mortal body is the embodiment of a miracle! The anticipated tragic scene never unfolded. Moreover, the "∞" symbol, which hovered like a puppet above Lynn, seemed to gain life, rippling like mercury, or like an Ouroboros constantly in motion, roaring defiantly against an unfair fate! What followed was a divine-level battle that Yvesette could barely comprehend. She could only faintly perceive strands emitting a dreamlike sheen stretching from every corner of the void. These were no ordinary threads but an ethereal existence, surpassing matter and concept, weaving the destinies of all living things. The battle between them was so intense that even the slightest aftershock could obliterate a large city. In Yvesette's state of utter exhaustion, she should have perished from these aftershocks. Yet some threads, as if sentient, extended before her and the saint Tia, like invisible hands dispelling all danger with a gentle touch. "So beautiful..." Watching those threads, pulsating like living snakes, Yvesette momentarily forgot her tense and urgent situation, murmuring to herself. Those threads gave her a feeling of warmth and familiarity. As if they were taking Lynn's place in protecting her now that he was unconscious. Meanwhile, high in the sky, God Ancestor Xiya's voice echoed again. But this time, the voice that was supposed to be cold and authoritative was laced with a clear emotion called "astonishment." It was an emotion that should not have affected the long-devoid-of-emotion God Ancestor Xiya. Yet the "delight" brought by the boy was undeniably real. Such moments are always brief. For battles between deities, sometimes they can last millennia, or other times be resolved in mere moments. Nonetheless, this was merely a thought transcending a hundred thousand years projected by God Ancestor Xiya. And now, the effective duration of this thought had come to its end. "Interesting, truly interesting." God Ancestor Xiya's voice did not hide its tone, reverberating over and over in the completely shattered skies, "A being like you... truly is... we... a hundred thousand years later..." The final words seemed interfered by endless spatial fractures, or perhaps the forces of the rivers of time. In any case, as static noise emitted, God Ancestor Xiya's face displayed a mosaic-like module change, as if the signal from a hundred thousand years later could no longer reach the present. Eventually, his golden eyes filled with profound meanings gazed at the broken "puppet" Lynn, whispering something, before his figure vanished from the rift of the Divine Moon. This place, after the bouts of fierce battles, was no longer suitable for humans to linger, as it teetered on total collapse and fragmentation. Perhaps one second later, everyone would be cleaved by the spatial cracks. It is over. Gazing at the quickly dissipating infinity mark in the sky, Yvesette mustered all her strength to stand up, cradling Lynn’s cold body in her arms. At this moment, his body was utterly broken, like a rag doll tormented by a mischievous child, with hardly any intact skin left. It seemed that in the final confrontation, even with unknown forces inhabiting Lynn, he eventually was at a disadvantage. Yet his faintly rising and falling chest signified that the boy’s life journey was not concluded. Yvesette breathed a deep sigh of relief. It seemed things had, for now, reached a temporary conclusion. She looked at the wasteland-like desolation before her, a wave of unprecedented helplessness and humiliation flooding over her. However, this was not the time to dwell on such thoughts. Casting a quick glance at the unconscious saint Tia, who couldn't endure the battle's power and had passed out earlier, Yvesette hesitated for a moment, then grabbed her collar, lifting her slender body in her hand. Then, with a dim red glow blossoming from her body, she used the last of her strength to vanish from the collapsing space. A/N: I know this is probably not as good as usual, but I will keep trying to improve the quality of later chapters.