Wozworth has fallen.
This ambitious figure who wanted to swallow the Holy Court, the Earth Mother Goddess Sect, and sweep through other countries on the Sky Do Continent to beco the ruler of the entire world, has fallen in the glacier, turning into a thick fluid that seeped into the ground.
And this ambitious person, before his death, his final thought was not an unwillingness for failing his goal, but rather a desire to protect his daughter.
So say Wozworth was arrogant, rude, and lacked royal deanor.
So say Wozworth was irritable, cruel, like a mad dog.
So say Wozworth was foolish and incompetent, like an idiot.
But who can truly know what Wozworth was really like?
However, none of this matters to Wozworth anymore, as in his final monts, his only concern was his daughter... That daughter, in so ways, might be the most like Wozworth.
Qin Chu could see the worry in Wozworth’s heart, and the vow he made to Wozworth was not insincere.
Carol was not Qin Chu’s enemy, and Qin Chu would not harm Carol.
As a mber of the Hero Team now, while perhaps not a very close companion, Carol was definitely soone Qin Chu called an acquaintance, and for this reason alone, Qin Chu would protect Carol.
As for the Empire’s throne, Qin Chu had no interest.
What the future holds for the Empire and Sky Do Continent, Qin Chu did not care at all.
Standing up, gazing at the thick fluid gradually disappearing into the ground, Qin Chu’s body was as still as a monk in ditation.
Who knows how long had passed, Qin Chu finally sighed deeply, waving his hand to gather the floating frozen soil nearby, constructing a tomb at the place where Wozworth died.
A burial for peace, perhaps.
No longer dwelling on these thoughts, Qin Chu turned back to the Evil God Remains.
The process of devouring the Evil God Remains was previously interrupted, now there’s still a little half remaining.
As strength grew, all aspects of ability, power, and might increased significantly.
Divine Decomposition dissected the Evil God Remains, and with the Gluttony Authority’s devouring, efficiency greatly increased.
Extre Absorption rapidly processed this power, consolidating Qin Chu’s strength and realm, while excess energy was absorbed by Earth Mother Goddess Oni Benar.
The leaves of the Little Tree Seedling that were originally withered yellow were gradually turning green again.
...
On the other side, atop the ice plain.
A tall, lithe, and beautiful lady was walking slowly across the fractured ice.
Her body seed to be enveloped in a thin mist.
Indistinct, dreamlike, her face couldn’t be clearly seen, only the graceful body and the cloud-like golden hair billowing behind her in the storm could be seen.
The glimpsed silhouette alone evoked a palpable sense of beauty that made the heart race.
Unrelated to features, the face remained unseen.
It’s a mysterious beauty, a beauty that provokes the desire to explore and understand.
Golden eyes as well, gazing at the surrounding remains, the forrly beautiful ice plain had beco dilapidated.
With a small hand gently reaching out, seeming to want to touch the sky overhead, seeking to feel sothing, golden eyes seed able to penetrate the veil of clouds, peering into the deepest mysteries and wonders of the Void.
In the fluctuating presence, it seed possible to sense a gloomy yet oppressive aura on the woman.
This is very normal.
No matter who it is, over thousands or tens of thousands of years, glimpsing disaster ti and again, they probably wouldn’t be in a very joyful mood.
No matter who it is, bearing such terrifying burden on their shoulders, they wouldn’t be relaxed.
Just as she said.
Destiny is mysterious and also bizarre.
No one can truly control destiny.
She can’t, the Fate Weaver can’t, even the once most powerful Evil God can’t.
What they can glimpse is only a blur—a tapestry of countless futures overlapping.
Ti is mysterious, and the future extending from ti is even more intricate and terrifying.
The current ti is like a point, from which countless threads extend, each representing a future, and these threads as they reach the next point, spawn more lines leading to futures.
These points are more nurous than sand in the desert.
These lines are more intricate than stars in the sky.
As the Goddess of Destiny, she can only endeavor to separate the tangled threads, to find the most hopeful one among them.
What she could find was rely an opportunity.
What she could do was to possibly enlarge this opportunity, enlarge it a little bit more.
Whether the path she chose can truly allow Sky Do Continent to see hope, truthfully, is unknown.
No one can know what the future will beco.
But at least, this was a victory.
Lord of Pleasure is dead.
The female half of Lord of Pleasure had also been devoured by herself.
That fellow might regard her as a shaless raider of victory spoils, a headhunter, perhaps? Doesn’t matter, Moile doesn’t care.
Under the gaze of the Void Seven Uglies, she laid plans over thousands of years. She nearly squeezed dry her own spirit, leaving her spiritual power on the verge of exhaustion, all to increase the chances of killing Lord of Pleasure, Moile feels like her efforts deserve credit, even getting a small reward is entirely justifiable.
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