Chapter 1912 - 1911: Attacking the Divine Being

A gray-white light pierced through the mist once again, crashing into the purple glowing eye.

This time, the gray-white light did not hit the purple eye.

The purple eye suddenly flashed, and the gray-white light precisely struck the purple graceful figure in the sky.

The gray-white light made the graceful figure’s whole body tremble and also knocked He Ao out of Its embrace.

He Ao immediately seized the opportunity to further distance himself, while the purple light originally wrapped around him quickly pursued.

The purple graceful figure immediately turned its gaze to the purple eye.

And the purple eye only gazed at the top.

At the very top, within the mist of the Netherworld, the yellow light had already radiated brilliant light.

The light bypassed the purple and orange lights fighting in the mist, and instantly pierced into the depths of the Netherworld.

Although the Lord of Hell was sealed, the power It could send over was more than just that.

And It deliberately revealed that power around He Ao just to attract the Grim Reaper’s attention, causing the Grim Reaper to shift focus to He Ao and the Witch of Desire, allowing most of Its power to sneak into the Netherworld, bypassing the Grim Reaper’s surveillance.

He Ao quickly figured out what had just happened.

So, does the good friend know the Lord of Hell’s tactics?

It is likely that they know; the earlier attack on the Grim Reaper was too coincidental, just enough to hold off the Grim Reaper, leaving It no time for others.

Although He Ao ushered in the Lord of Hell, It clearly quickly used He Ao.

These old cunning fellows.

He Ao gazed at the yellow light overhead; the power of the Lord of Hell was even deeper than the Eternal Light, likely aiming to cut into the Netherworld.

The current Netherworld has a wound left by the War God; previously, a chunk was mercilessly dug out by the Eternal Light, it’s unknown if it has been repaired.

In this situation, whatever the Lord of Hell wants to do in the Netherworld, it would definitely be easier.

And given how eager the Lord of Hell is, it seems the Netherworld is one of Its key nodes for unsealing.

Was the Grim Reaper involved in Its initial ’sealing’?

How does the Grim Reaper have so many enemies?

Sorting out his thoughts, He Ao looked up at the approaching purple light, rapidly descending, trying to dodge.

His body was still affected, but without the feeling of complete restriction from before; even the intense emotions in his mind were significantly weakened.

The Witch of Desire did not pursue.

With the power sent over by the big sister, it would only be a moment before It appeared behind He Ao, just like before.

He Ao looked up at the graceful purple figure overhead.

The figure still hovered in the air, glancing at He Ao, then at the purple eyes in the mist below.

A diffuse glow faintly flowed within those purple eyes.

Would the Grim Reaper allow the big sister to ’devour’ He Ao alone?

Impossible, It would certainly find a way to thwart it.

That’s why He Ao hadn’t completely despaired; he knew the Grim Reaper wouldn’t let him die in the big sister’s hands.

So the God of Knowledge’s attack earlier, the Grim Reaper intentionally dodged, letting it hit the Witch of Desire and ’save’ He Ao.

As for the good friend’s attack, that was intentional too; it seemed like it was hitting the Grim Reaper, but it was actually aimed at the Witch of Desire.

Now He Ao has proven that, to the good friend, he is more useful alive than dead.

These old folks, clearly old enemies, can perform such invisible cooperation.

Of course, the Grim Reaper’s original hope surely wasn’t for He Ao to escape; It only needed the big sister to control He Ao, not to take all the spoils.

But now there’s another problem, the Lord of Hell has already penetrated the Netherworld.

Compared to He Ao, the Lord of Hell is apparently a more troublesome problem for the Grim Reaper.

But now It must deal with the good friend and the Eternal Light, leaving no room to spare.

He Ao looked towards the graceful purple figure in the sky.

The purple eye below was once again covered by mist, but the big sister still hadn’t made her next move.

Clearly, the Grim Reaper is ’negotiating’ with the big sister.

As allies in this venture, despite each harboring their own agendas, if the Lord of Hell wrecks their homes, the Grim Reaper would only run, and the big sister’s advent would likely reap nothing.

Thus, the big sister would surely assist the Grim Reaper in stopping the Lord of Hell.

Seeing this, He Ao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The whole rhythm returned to his plan.

That’s why he brought the Lord of Hell over.

But just as he exhaled, he felt his whole body freeze, and a hand from behind touched his cheek.

The palm was so delicate and soft, that just the simple touch sparked a series of uncontrollable alluring thoughts within him.

He Ao’s whole body froze in place, with strands of purple light surging from all directions, encircling his body.

Big sister?!

How could it be.

He Ao was shocked; the big sister hadn’t gone to deal with the Lord of Hell.

The fierce emotion exploded in his mind, almost knocking out his ability to think.

He raised his head and looked upward.

In the dense mist, the yellow light continued to drive forward, seemingly out of sight.

But in the depths of the yellow light, faintly, purple rays of light began to appear.

No, no.

He Ao’s thoughts struggled to move, pondering what had really happened.

Did the big sister send more power to fight the Lord of Hell? Would the Grim Reaper allow the big sister to descend in the Netherworld?

No, there’s far less light around.

Did the big sister send power to fight the Lord of Hell?

In He Ao’s gaze, the yellow light in the mist suddenly paused, shortly afterwards surging up and down within the mist.

Vaguely visible were some purple ribbons of light, fiercely intertwined with the yellow lights.

What the hell, how much power did the big sister send over, and after diverting some to block the Lord of Hell, she could still leave some to handle me.

The Lord of Hell is really too weak.

No wonder It was sealed.

Struggling thoughts flowed within He Ao’s mind; after the big sister divided Its power, those fierce emotions didn’t weigh as heavily, allowing He Ao some time to think.

Moreover, the Grim Reaper seems to have reached some agreement with the big sister, and now the big sister is not as eager to ’devour’ him.

But those strands of purple light attempting to infiltrate his soul still persisted.

Clearly, the big sister wants to understand what He Ao’s situation truly is.

He must quickly figure out a solution; if infiltrated, even his mind might not belong to him anymore.

He Ao’s thoughts spun rapidly.

His enemy was much stronger than he anticipated, or rather, the elder sister’s resolve was far greater than he expected, even though he had done so much, he still couldn’t improve his situation.

Countless thoughts flowed through his mind, and soon he realized something, and with difficulty, he lifted his gaze and looked once more towards the mist in the sky.

Behind him, the purple silhouette, already somewhat illusory, paused slightly.

——

The scattered purple light shadows in the hazy purple mist outlined slender lines.

These lines rose and fell, like overlapping hills.

And in the center of these hills, a vague human figure was being sketched out.

That figure trembled slightly, countless lines quickly converged, rapidly solidifying the outlined figure.

Meanwhile, the surrounding purple mist also began to tremble, gathering swiftly into a graceful purple silhouette.

And at that moment, the outlined figure opened its eyes.

The graceful purple silhouette almost instantly approached his body, leaning close in front of him, cheek almost touching cheek.

It reached out a hand, ready to embrace this figure.

And at that moment, the area sketched by blurry lines began to oscillate violently.

The winding lines, like clouds in a storm, began to surge and contract fiercely.

The dense fog around was swiftly dispersed by the upheaval, and the graceful purple silhouette flickered amidst the violent tremor, unable to stabilize its form.

Seizing the opportunity, He Ao immediately withdrew his body, creating distance between himself and the graceful purple silhouette.

In this realm of lines and mist, there was no clear concept of space-time, in an instant, he appeared on the other side of those twisted lines, gazing at the graceful purple silhouette.

Sure enough, the Witch of Desire wasn’t entirely lavish in dispatching her powers across time and space, she prioritized mobilizing all nearby forces first towards Vissen, and only remotely transferred what was insufficient.

And the forces on the Winding Hill were clearly mostly drawn away, leaving only a small portion on guard.

He Ao’s Talent Sequences were highly compatible with the Winding Hill itself, if the elder sister’s forces here were intact, he would almost have no chance of struggling, as the elder sister’s first precaution was against the Winding Hill, leaving sufficient forces.

But now that the elder sister’s power was drawn away, he could leverage his own realm’s advancement, using the Memory Inheritor’s power to pry the forces of the Winding Hill, temporarily resisting the elder sister.

However, this wasn’t enough.

He Ao gazed at the graceful purple silhouette gradually stabilizing amidst the quake.

Although the elder sister’s forces here were drawn away, she could still continuously descend forces here at any cost.

He must complete his arrangements before she makes a decision.

In contemplation, He Ao’s consciousness quickly gathered, connecting his soul with the forces of the surrounding Winding Hill.

The Holy Master said he hadn’t obtained clues about the Dreamer in the Winding Hill.

But he believed He Ao might be able to.

This indicated the Dreamer had indeed left something within the Winding Hill, but only transcendent beings of the same path could perceive it.

He Ao’s last exchange for the [Dream Phantom] in the Winding Hill acquired the Memory Inheritor’s formula, which incidentally confirmed this possibility.

As He Ao’s soul expanded, fully connecting with the forces of the Winding Hill, the speed of stabilization of the graceful purple silhouette began to accelerate suddenly.

Numerous complex thoughts also surged fiercely as He Ao’s soul penetrated deeper into the Winding Hill.

He Ao quickly initiated a ’prayer’ to himself.

’Information on the subsequent promotion of the Memory Inheritor.’

The prayer ceremony could help him quickly sift out crucial knowledge, the Memory Inheritor’s formula was obtained this way.

But this time, after He Ao prayed, he received no information.

Why not?

He Ao was slightly taken aback as his soul nearly penetrated the deepest part of the Winding Hill, countless turbulent, illogical thoughts and information had already flooded into his mind.

But within this information, there was no information on the subsequent Talent Sequences of the Memory Inheritor.

Where did the problem lie?

The Memory Inheritor is merely an Angel, so its formula isn’t highly important, and can be freely given.

The subsequent God-Overstepping Level information isn’t possible?

Why? Because of the Witch of Desire?

Information is something that once given, it’s given. Can the Witch of Desire block it?

Or perhaps, it can’t be given to the wrong person?

He Ao’s brain began to spin rapidly, the emotions triggered by the Witch of Desire still filled his mind, stopping him from thinking quickly, and he could only try to clear his thoughts amidst this interference.

If I were the ’Dreamer’, to whom would I leave the crucial information?

’Why’ did ’I’ leave the information?

If the Dreamer died at the hands of the Witch of Desire, then the most likely reason for leaving information is to frustrate the Witch of Desire.

To cultivate a being with the goal of God-Overstepping, even if it can’t threaten the Witch of Desire, it can at least disgust her.

However, the Winding Hill’s forces itself won’t distinguish, as long as it’s the Memory Inheritor, once integrated, should be able to mobilize the Winding Hill’s forces.

The Dreamer wouldn’t have left any subjective consciousness, and if left, would be erased by the Witch of Desire.

But among the Memory Inheritors, not only are there those who may nauseate the Witch of Desire, there are also those who may be her minions.

Thus, there must be a simple, non-subjective judgment mechanism here.

Moreover, this judgment standard is something the Witch of Desire’s subordinates absolutely couldn’t make.

Suddenly, He Ao raised his head, looking at the graceful purple silhouette.

The purple silhouette had swiftly stabilized by now.

But at that moment, the surrounding twisted lines surged instantaneously, transforming into an invisible wave, rushing towards the Witch of Desire.

The Witch of Desire raised her hand, and the surrounding purple mist quickly undulated, flattening those aggressive line waves.

However, due to lack of power, some thin, weak lines broke through the mist, reaching the graceful purple silhouette’s vicinity.

Then, these lines transformed into a slender palm before the purple mist could gather, quickly approaching the graceful purple silhouette.

Before the figure, invisible mist blocked the swaying palm, extending its lines into a long stick.

Snap—

With a gentle sound, the long stick pierced through the obstructing fog, striking the graceful purple silhouette on the head.

These lines were so weak, they almost lacked any attack power, unable to harm the graceful purple silhouette.

Yet, the graceful purple silhouette stood in a daze, even the surging mist, along with the surrounding twisted Winding Hill lines, went silent for a moment.

In this dim silence, only He Ao took a deep breath.

Boom—

Purple thunder rang out in the sky, and a terrifying aura traversed infinite space-time in an instant, its surging power converging onto this area.

The elder sister as always had a violent temper.

Seems like things got a little out of hand.

Feeling the terrifying power and the surrounding trembling space, He Ao took a deep breath, sensing the information springing up in his mind.

[Talent Sequence 408: Dreamer]