Chapter 293: Chapter 196: Who Took My Little Dog Away?!
Inside the Pantheon.
“Clack, clack, clack…”
The clear, ticulous sound of shattering echoes reverberated throughout the vast hall, snapping the Doomsday Witch back from her contemplation.
Upon realizing what had happened, an unusual expression instantly surfaced on her face,
filled with an unprecedented level of surprise and astonishnt.
Clearly,
...
even she hadn’t anticipated that shortly after reinforcing the Seal, the Order Chains would once again transmit such anomalies.
After all, she had just been cut off from all contact with her own followers and had to wait, all alone, inside the grand hall for the outco.
Unexpectedly, there had been results in the blink of an eye.
Judging by the extent of the Order Chains’ fragntation, the deviation from fate this ti seed to far exceed her expectations.
Miss Witch stared blankly at the visible deep cracks on the reinforced Seal.
Although the power of the Seal still gave her a considerable headache, at least she had recovered a small portion of her strength for now.
According to the Doomsday Witch’s estimate, the power she could currently wield was approximately twice as much as before the Seal was reinforced—in other words, her influence and interference with reality would also increase accordingly.
What exactly had her follower done?
If it weren’t for a deviation in fate significant enough to completely alter a person’s future path, this level of impact would have been impossible.
Would he… be in danger?
Had her earlier actions added extra pressure on him, forcing him to take risky asures?
Miss Witch slightly furrowed her brow, suddenly feeling a bit of regret.
The next second, a flood-like influx of mories poured into her mind—the Kushustan Descending incident, as well as a series of events that had occurred afterward, all sward into her consciousness.
As each mory was accessed, even Miss Witch herself didn’t notice that her crimson eyes flickered continuously, and her beautiful eyebrows slightly knitted together, seemingly agitated by sothing troubling.
Just as she reached a critical node in her recollection, everything related to Lynn abruptly ceased.
Miss Witch took a deep breath.
She knew very well that this was the effect of Lynn’s attribute as a “world impurity” coming into play.
Once he strays too far from his past self, which is the Third Imperial Princess Ivyst’s field of vision, he would utterly disappear from the course of history, untraceable even after searching the next hundred thousand years.
Only the traces left in the past indicate that a person nad “Lynn Bartleion” truly existed.
What exactly happened after that night?
Who… took him away?
Various doubts erged in Miss Witch’s mind, causing her expression to shift repeatedly.
After a while, she suddenly realized that with the Seal broken to this degree, she could probably do the sa as before, crossing ti and space to descend into her follower’s body.
Although intervening in the past would greatly weaken her, she couldn’t afford to care about that right now.
With this thought, Miss Witch slowly closed her eyes and easily sensed the anchor mark of her follower Lynn in her spiritual world.
In the past, it was through this mark that she connected with him or pulled him across ti and space to the Pantheon.
However, one thing was very important.
As previously ntioned, in this world, no matter how powerful a deity may be, they cannot affect the river of ti, nor can they interfere with the past or future.
Logically, after becoming a defeated subordinate of the Divine Ancestor Xiya and being Sealed, Miss Witch shouldn’t have been able to either.
But she, among all the gods, was the exception.
This, of course, included her formidable strength, but that was not the main reason.
The key was Lynn, the variable of this world.
Only he was special, existing without a past or a future.
In other words,
if this world were likened to a book and the passage of ti represented the pages within, then Lynn would be like a leaf tucked within its pages.
Whichever tiline he currently exists in, the book would be turned to that page, observed by others.
aning, if one wished to intervene in ti, Lynn was an indispensable key node.
Without his existence, even Miss Witch, no matter how powerful, would absolutely be unable to affect the past.
This was why, even a deity from a hundred thousand years later who knew the future course, couldn’t manage to travel through ti to strangle Princess Ivyst in the cradle.
Even the will of the world wouldn’t allow such an event, as it would throw everything into chaos.
“…”
With powerful ntal fluctuations, Miss Witch gently touched the Divine Chosen Mark of her follower, attempting to call out to him.
Yet, for a long ti, there was no response.
The Divine Chosen Mark, although maintaining the connection between the two, was, in a sense, one-way.
Despite the previous possession and the few tis she pulled him to the Pantheon, without his subconscious permission, she, even ten tis stronger, couldn’t have accomplished such feats.
The current silence in his spiritual world indicated that Lynn’s state was not good.
Moreover,
whether it was an illusion or not, from within the Divine Chosen Mark, Miss Witch faintly detected an extrely disordered fate, like a tangled clump of thread incessantly weaving through his body, ceaselessly influencing his future trajectory.
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