As Seraphine leisurely contemplated, changes occurred in the Memory Realm world.

  Whoosh ——

  Gales howled, the atmosphere exploded.

  In the completely shattered and collapsed old great hall, amidst the rumbling and fluctuating air, three witches suddenly appeared: one bald with a tattooed face, one clad in heavy armor, and one in a long robe.

  "Mycenae, we finally located you!"

  These three witches all raised their eyes, their gaze sweeping over hundreds of meters of bricks and rubble, coldly staring at the colossal meatball Mycenae had transformed into.

  The armored witch declared in a deep voice: "No matter what form he intends to assume, interrupt him."

  The other two witches immediately responded with respect: "Affirmative!"

  The latter entity also seemed to sense the arrival of enemies, suddenly contracting several times. At the same moment, on its rough, viscous spherical surface, thousands of twisted eyes of various sizes rapidly sprouted.

  Each of these eyes possessed distinctly colored pupils, densely packed, growing on the pitch-black, repulsive meatball's surface. Looking at it induced vertigo and overwhelming revulsion.

  It was sheer mental pollution.

  The three witches experienced this sensation acutely.

  After being continuously scrutinized by these at least a thousand eyes, intense goosebumps immediately rose across their skin.

  "Damned evil ritual witch!"

  One of the bald, tattooed, brawny witches growled softly, magic power surging throughout his body. He waved his hand and released a vortex of sharp qi, the size of a water vat, purely condensed from ethereal blades. It traversed a hundred meters in an instant, fiercely stabbing into the pitch-black meatball.

  Bang bang bang!

  Following a heavy, air-tearing reverberation.

  The meatball, covered with disgusting eyes, immediately exploded. Countless eyeballs, carrying abundant black blood, scattered and flew in all directions, covering several hundred meters.

  The witches retreated continuously, not daring to let these remnants touch them, fearing they might harbor potent poisons and cause harm.

  Hiss hiss hiss!

  At the same moment, from the torn aperture blasted open in the black colossal meatball, large quantities of dead black and evil crimson fluid rapidly flowed out.

  These tar-like fluids were extremely viscous and highly corrosive.

  The surrounding rock and soil ground, after being covered by it, rapidly sunk half a meter with a crackling sound, and then countless tons of earth and debris were instantly corroded until they vanished into nothingness.

  The bottom of the small pit turned into a black solidified mass, as if it had been scorched by extreme heat.

  Next, these hazardous fluids inexplicably evaporated, forming large patches of pitch-black poisonous mist, which rapidly enveloped all directions.

  The three witches, remaining highly vigilant, also continuously retreated several hundred meters, barely escaping the mist-covered zone.

  "I will go locate its essence."

  In the distance, the robed witch, who had just regained her footing, immediately waved her hand, releasing a large swath of dark green ghostly fire. It blazed fiercely, condensing into a fireball that boomed towards the pitch-black meatball, now slightly obscured by the poisonous mist and appearing somewhat rough.

  At the same moment, dozens of delicate, tough, pure white spider webs inexplicably shot out from the air on both sides of the robed witch. Following closely behind the green fireball, they aimed directly at the hole in the gradually shriveling meatball within the toxic smoke, flying straight towards it.

  But at this critical juncture, a deafening, bizarre roar erupted from the meatball:

  "Nyaaah ah ah ah ah ah!"

  Crack crack crack!

  Three colossal heads suddenly and rapidly emerged from the incomplete meatball.

  No, not human heads.

  They were Oni faces!

  They were three ghost faces, as large as train engines, each bearing a single horn on its forehead, and pale visages from which pitch-black blood continuously gushed from the seven orifices.

  These three ghost faces, upon sighting the three witches in the distance, immediately opened their three massive mouths to an extremely exaggerated degree, and simultaneously let out a mournful, ghostly wail.

  "Nyaaah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

  Instantly, a shrill, unpleasant evil sound covered all directions.

  In this deep, ancient forest, within a radius of several hundred meters, squirrels and sparrows, which had just been disturbed by the commotion, instantly froze upon being enveloped by the surging ghostly wail, then dissolved into putrid flesh and blood, falling to the ground.

  The witches, too, trembled violently. Blood continuously flowed from their eyes, noses, and mouths, and their minds were moreover plunged into a profound stupor.

  The dazed heavy-armored witch instinctively cast spells, deploying ethereal light walls around himself to guard against Mycenae's opportunistic pursuit.

  At the same time, he suppressed his stupor and activated his ultimate trump card.

  "Art of the Ring of Years —— Twenty-Five Times Speed!"

  Swoosh!

  Like a frame from an animation, the heavy-armored witch only left a blurry afterimage in place and instantly vanished.

  Crunch crunch crunch!

  Mycenae, at this moment, also rapidly crawled out of the damaged, shriveled black meatball, completely unfolding his true form.

  Shock!

  His true form was a three-headed evil dragon, with a jade-green serpentine body nearly a hundred meters long, formed from three twisted ghost faces joined together.

  Furthermore, on both sides of his dragon body, dozens of long, slender pincers grew, resembling a centipede, aimlessly dancing in the surrounding dry gales.

  "Roar!!!"

  The three evil dragons roared towards the sky.

  From the crevices of the emerald green scales covering his dragon body, large quantities of turbid black blood plasma suddenly gushed out, abruptly covering a thousand meters of the sky in all directions.

  At the same moment, once this blood plasma erupted, it continuously congealed as if alive, rapidly condensing into hundreds and thousands of gigantic hands, each the size of a truck, plummeting from the sky. From all directions, they fiercely pressed down towards the two witches who had just recovered their senses.

  Bang!!

  Several layers of ethereal walls instantly shattered by more than half.

  But in the same instant, three twenty-meter-long ethereal light blades appeared out of nowhere around Mycenae, and fiercely slashed towards his three ghost-faced dragon heads.

  "Roar!!"

  Mycenae's long body writhed wildly, but his three dragon heads, fearless, bit towards the three light blades.

  Crack crack crack!!

  Like chewing through corrugated iron, they easily shredded the light blades to nothingness.

  Suddenly!

  The heavily armored witch's figure, materializing out of thin air, instantly materialized at the back of Mycenae's neck, and shouted in a deep, low tone:

  "Art of Earth Tremor, Art of Mountain Excavation, Art of Bone Shattering!"

  His left hand tightly gripped Mycenae's scattered, flying black hair, while his right fist swelled to the size of a water vat, fiercely smashing towards the branching point of the three dragon heads.

  "Three arts combined, shatter!"

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Mycenae's body shook violently from the impact, and he couldn't help but roar in fury:

  "Swamp of Nightmares!"

  Whoosh whoosh whoosh ——

  In an instant, powerful, nameless gales swept fiercely.

  The forest spanning several thousand meters instantly decayed and collapsed, falling onto the rapidly damp and rotting ground below.

  In just a few short seconds, the five-thousand-meter radius of forest centered on Mycenae turned into a swamp of poisonous smoke, damp and foul.

  The tattooed witch and the robed witch, who were within this range, perished without even a sound, disintegrating into two piles of foul-smelling, putrid filth.

  The heavily armored witch, who was tightly gripping Mycenae's neck, stiffened completely, and black blood began to gush from the gaps in his armor, eventually falling limply to the ground.

  Click!

  The heavily rusted, damaged armor fell apart, revealing only a severely decomposed corpse within.

  After dealing with these pursuers, Mycenae roared towards the sky, flicked his tail, and flew away, carrying a sky full of poisonous miasma.

  Hum!!!!

  Suddenly.

  Seraphine, located in the vast, true cosmic space, felt an anomalous power, one almost capable of shattering all matter in the universe, descend out of nowhere. It covered a radius of tens of light-years at superluminal speed, completely encompassing the area.

  Of course, it also included nearly half of her body.

  Rumble rumble rumble rumble!!

  Time trembled, dimensions rioted.

  Under the influence of this terrifying power, approximately twelve star systems within this spatial range instantly perished like extinguished candles, turning into countless trillions of subatomic particles scattering in all directions, vanishing into nothingness in an instant.

  Naturally, the hundreds of billions of intelligent beings existing within those twelve star systems also turned into nothingness unknowingly.

  Their prosperous civilizations and long histories, as if they had never existed, completely disappeared into the vast galaxy.

  But such a terrifying strike merely caused Seraphine's nebulous body, covered with sparkling nebulae, to 'break' and ripple slightly.

  It was as if this terrifying power was merely an illusion.

  Of course, it was not an illusion.

  It was just that although this attack was immensely powerful, its destructive level was still insufficient to shake Seraphine's self-space Second-Layer body.

  "Someone ambushed me? And could cover such a massive area? What kind of power is this?"

  Seraphine suddenly regained her composure, rotating her Eye of Transcendence to scan her surroundings, rapidly capturing the residual fluctuations of this large-scale superluminal attack.

  In just an instant, she captured the rapidly dissipating 'traces' of that power.

  Normally, with Seraphine's intellect, any power displayed before her would basically be quickly learned and mastered by her, even refined and upgraded to a higher realm.

  It's just that ordinary skills held no interest for Seraphine, so she wouldn't specifically learn them.

  But this time was different.

  This attack, surprisingly, was rarely related to dark energy.

  "Dark energy, huh, interesting."

  Seraphine studied and contemplated with some enthusiasm.

  Previously, after immersing herself in Mycenae's memory entity, her second form, wandering in the vast cosmic space, had entered a mechanical mode of destroying and devouring everything.

  Unknowingly, she had even swallowed and destroyed the entire Cobroltaton Civilization Zone.

  And in the subsequent time, she traversed several thousand light-years of Broken Sectors, entering the outer region of Gadon Rodales, a territory whose scale and mass were completely comparable to the Golden Bough Civilization Zone.

  By this point, after completely devouring the Golden Bough Civilization Zone, the Sabachbar and Cobroltaton Civilization Zones, as well as the numerous Broken Sectors existing within these interstellar civilized territories, and the sparse low-level civilizations in the vast Ash Zones between Civilization Zones, the count of intelligent life forms within Seraphine's second form had soared past three thousand trillion.

  Only after Seraphine completely assimilated Gadon Rodales and Didrogutin would the entire Orion Spiral Arm, in a conceptual sense, have entirely entered her 'stomach'.

  Along this conquest, countless interstellar civilizations basically lacked the power to mount any meaningful resistance, or even formulate a coherent reaction.

  Tightly constrained within their own light cones, to Seraphine, a superluminal being, they were almost like stationary rows, waiting patiently to be devoured as mere cakes and desserts.

  The disparity between the two entities in terms of temporal and spatial dimensions was too immense; they were fundamentally incomparable.

  Therefore, whether they chose to resist or not, it held no significance for Seraphine.

  But just now, some entity, or perhaps some active force, had launched a substantial attack against her.

  Seraphine, in an instant, utilizing her extraordinary intellect, deduced precisely what kind of power this unexpected assault employed, along with the fundamental operating principles of that force.

  "Through the large-scale consumption of Ether-Crystalline dark matter, localized dark energy generation and eruption can be achieved."

  Her eyes blazed brilliantly. In the void hundreds of trillions of kilometers distant, star systems suddenly began to manifest one after another.

  These star systems were adjacent to one another, tightly clustered, numbering well over a hundred.

  Next, the periphery of that clustered stellar region also spontaneously generated vast quantities of dark matter.

  Once this dark matter, which only interacted gravitationally, was produced, under Seraphine's command, it absorbed the endless Ether in the surrounding space, suddenly forming various Ether-Crystalline dark matters possessing peculiar powers.

  Following this, these surges of Ether-Crystalline dark matter, carrying immense attractive force, inexplicably consumed themselves under Seraphine's gaze, transforming into torrents of dark energy characterized by anti-gravitational force.

  Every single instant, in the void hundreds of trillions of kilometers away, massive amounts of Ether-Crystalline dark matter were consumed, then underwent some form and process incomprehensible to ordinary minds, changing into significant volumes of dark energy.

  "Once a large volume of dark energy is formed, then mobilize this dark energy to condense into a torrent, gathering and stacking it infinitely within that specific space-time region, escalating its 'density' to an absolute maximum value."

  Following Seraphine's mental command, the boundless dark energy in the distant void suddenly began to furiously compress and stack, causing the dark energy density of that interstellar region to skyrocket.

  It continued to escalate until it reached a 'maximum value' that could not be precisely defined by conventional metrics. Only then did that seemingly empty, yet actually packed with dark energy, cosmic void quietly return to stillness.

  Hum ——

  Seraphine acted again.

  As her thoughts flowed, the Higgs field existing throughout the vast space suddenly pulsed and fluctuated, causing bosons to reveal themselves one by one.

  Next, under Seraphine's cold, god-like scrutiny, these bosons, hundreds of trillions of kilometers away, abruptly transformed into a strange subatomic particle named 'primary boson'.

  Almost at the very same instant, these primary bosons were enveloped layer upon layer by endless Ether, rapidly converting into Ether-Crystalline primary bosons.

  Whoosh!!

  Hundreds of trillions of kilometers away, those countless, uncountable Ether-Crystalline primary bosons, freely moving in the void, suddenly condensed into a single bundle, rapidly striking that nearby region rich with high-density dark energy.

  At this moment, Seraphine looked towards the distant void, leisurely murmuring:

  "By emitting 'primary bosons' that do not interact with protons but only engage with electrons and neutrons at short distances...

  One can simultaneously and inevitably trigger and create a localized 'Cosmic Big Rip' capable of annihilating all matter at or above the subatomic level across a large superluminal range."

  Swoosh ——

  The Ether-Crystalline 'primary boson torrent' precisely struck the dark energy spatial region.

  Boom!!!

  Space-time fluctuated, almost mirroring the universe at its inception 13.7 billion years ago, violently expanding at superluminal speeds.

  In an instant, the hundred-plus celestial systems, bound by gravity, were rapidly ripped apart, and simultaneously shattered and torn into countless atoms.

  At the same time, at the microscopic level, the endless millions of atoms were, within this localized 'Cosmic Big Rip', ruthlessly torn into countless atomic nuclei, and even smaller elementary particles.

  Here, Seraphine also, in a short period, acquired a new destructive skill — Localized Cosmic Big Rip.

  But its original designation was...

  "Epoch of World Erasure, Dark Energy Bomb."

  Seraphine stood amidst the boundless universe. From the shattered causal chains filling the River of Time, she suddenly, employing Chaos Calculation, grasped the identity of this unknown assailant.

  "Hmm, so it was you, King of Didrogutin — Ogulafata."

  ...

  The very end of the Orion Spiral Arm.

  Deep within Didrogutin.

  A rocky planet, eight thousand five hundred kilometers in diameter, covered everywhere with towering, magnificent Ether-Crystalline energy lines resembling continuous mountain ranges, and large patches of bizarre, malevolent markings, was undergoing peculiar vibrations.

  As this planet vibrated with a certain complex rhythm, the surrounding space-time was also infected by it, creating faint ripples with extremely weak amplitude, yet implicitly containing strange space-time structural fluctuations.

  At the same time, this clearly deeply modified planet, during its vibrations, continuously projected inscrutable mental force fluctuations into real space and the Sentience Realm void.

  These countless mental force fluctuations, connected like ocean waves, after densely clustering together, suddenly formed a high-frequency fluctuating field that traversed both realms, internal and external.

  Hum hum hum ——

  The high-frequency fluctuating field swept endlessly, not letting go of any tiny possibility of a 'Realm of Phantasm gateway' in the space-time torrents and ripples.

  It searched for a long time, but still yielded nothing.

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  In the control palace at the planet's core.

  "Damn it, why hasn't the gate to the two realms appeared yet?!"

  Ogulafata, whose entire body was covered in hideous wounds and cracks, anxiously stared at the empty light screen before him. The six black diamond-like eyes on his face revealed profound fear.

  After discovering that 'Epoch of World Erasure' was completely ineffective against Seraphine, he now had no other thoughts, only desiring escape towards the Realm of Phantasm, as far away as possible.

  "That existence... How could such a terrifying existence manifest in the universe?!"

  Just thinking of the terrifying full view of that unknown entity he had glimpsed through the painstakingly arranged comprehensive superluminal divine art, Ogulafata's colossal, mountain-like body couldn't help but tremble.

  A cosmic giant, seven hundred and seventy-seven trillion kilometers tall, who could devour tens of millions of stars with each step... Simply horrifying to witness!

  Moreover, Ogulafata was absolutely certain that terrifying existence was by no means merely posturing.

  Because before deploying 'Epoch of World Erasure,' he had gathered many high-ranking cult members, expended vast resources and sacrificial offerings, and simultaneously cast a divine art to meticulously spy on that existence from an infinite distance in space.

  What was terrifying was that the instant he perceived the full image of that terrifying entity, its dreadful sense of existence, which almost overwhelmed space itself, directly followed the mysterious causal pathway of the divine art, transcending immense distances and descending upon the ritual site.

  Thus, the planet collapsed, and many high-ranking Cult of the Evil Eye members who participated in the 'spying' were instantly decimated by over half.

  Among them, cultists below the Overlord-class were all completely annihilated, body and soul, leaving not even a complete corpse.

  Overlord-class and above, though not killed instantly, all had their bodies explode, leaving only a trace of a tattered, fragmented evil soul.

  And Ogulafata, as the strongest among them in terms of combat capability, was not spared. He was instantly torn and shredded by that colossal sense of existence, losing nearly half of his physical form.

  Theoretically, the Cult of the Evil Eye, which had dominated the entire Orion Spiral Arm for countless millennia, merely by having its high-ranking members convene and utilize a divine art to 'look' at Seraphine from afar, had, in a short span, collapsed into a state bordering on total annihilation.

  But even so, Ogulafata, naturally ruthless and brave, and having witnessed Seraphine's terrifying true form, still unhesitatingly detonated the 'Epoch of World Erasure' that had been pre-arranged at the periphery of the Gadon Rodales Civilization Zone.

  That explosion's effect was excellent, almost a rehearsal for the universe's ultimate demise.

  But upon seeing that the dark energy explosion, despite its terrifying range and intensity, still could not harm the opponent, Ogulafata completely lost all confidence.

  Unlike the lower-ranking cultists whose doctrines were thoroughly ingrained in their brains, Ogulafata, as one of the highest-ranking members of the Cult of the Evil Eye, had always cherished his life greatly.

  Completely defeated, he now only desired escape.

  Beep beep beep!

  Suddenly, the comprehensive cutting-edge space-time science and numerous Demon Eye divine arts' main control system detected a tiny, imperceptible space-time ripple.

  More importantly, this space-time tremor clearly radiated a fluctuation more profound than that found deep within the Sentience Realm.

  Ogulafata, who had been meticulously monitoring the system's information, at this moment roared with ecstasy: "Finally found it! The gate has appeared!"

  ...

  Gadon Rodales periphery, in the vast space.

  After confirming the assailant's identity as Ogulafata, Seraphine did not intend to handle it herself.

  He was merely an ant; he simply wasn't worth her expending much effort.

  Such a trivial matter should be delegated to her subordinates.

  With a shift of thought, Seraphine withdrew her consciousness, re-entering her body. She instantly traversed and roamed through many three-dimensional dimensional unit cells, each resembling an independent universe.

  Within this Sanchegues ultimate mega-structure, which now housed trillions of intelligent life forms, she located Cadelon and Godshell.

  Hum ——

  The external space vibrated, raising layer upon layer of ripples.

  At the very center of these undulating space-time ripples, two figures, one large and one small, slowly emerged from nothingness.

  It was Godshell and Cadelon.

  This was Seraphine disturbing space-time, transferring them from within her body to the vast space outside.

  "Master!"

  The two faced the boundless, immense void ahead and suddenly knelt respectfully.

  Currently, Seraphine's true form was too colossal.

  Ordinary beings were fundamentally unable, and unqualified, to glimpse her full extent.

  Even Godshell and Cadelon could only barely sense the vast, surging cosmic space ahead, which was imprinted with Seraphine's overwhelmingly dominant aura.

  Beyond that, there was no other sensation.

  "Hmm."

  In the boundless cosmic void, every spot suddenly manifested a voice as if substantial:

  "I grant you a mission. Go immediately to Didrogutin at the end of the Orion Spiral Arm, and bring Ogulafata to me.

  There is no time limit, but you must ensure the integrity of his memory entity."

  "As you command!" The two respectfully answered.

  Next, Cadelon and Godshell retrieved the Divine Throne from folded space, and their ethereal figures shifted into the spaceship.

  A few seconds later.

  The two Divine Throne spaceships, like golden giant spheres enveloped within warp bubbles, traveled at a speed exceeding 30 light-years per second, trailing colossal negative energy masses, incinerating everything in their path, and roared towards the end of the Orion Spiral Arm.

  After seeing off her subordinates, Seraphine once again immersed her consciousness, entering Mycenae's Memory Realm world.

  ...

  After achieving the rank of third-level witch, Mycenae did not hesitate to launch numerous bloody raids against the many witch organizations on this continent.

  Whether they were second-level or first-level witches, or even newly initiated apprentices, all fell within his attack range.

  Facing Mycenae, who possessed city-destroying level combat power and absolutely no moral bottom line, several witch factions and organizations, with years of legacy, were painfully annihilated in a short period.

  Their treasured secret texts and artifacts, preserved for many years, all became Mycenae's spoils of war.

  Under his coercion, all witch organizations across the continent were forced to abandon their mutual hatreds of over five years and began to unite against him.

  But the cunning, ghost-like Mycenae would never allow them to succeed.

  Upon discovering these organizations' movements, Mycenae, who had long been prepared, unhesitatingly controlled his Witchcraft Magic Ship and fled toward the ocean.

  This continent had lost its appeal to him; he sought a larger world.

  Thus, Mycenae plunged into the depths of the unknown sea.

  There, he encountered many bizarre and peculiar creatures.

  Sharks with four sturdy iron arms, double-headed sea alligators covered in stony armor, ferocious sea turtles with four heads, front and back... and the thunderous Swordfish Swarm capable of destroying large fleets.

  Whoosh ——

  A colossal swordfish, over three meters long, wrapped in an explosive current, suddenly leaped out from beneath the sea, shooting straight towards Mycenae.

  However, this fish hadn't even reached him before it was trapped by the powerful surging magic power outside his body.

  Mycenae's mind stirred, and the magic power rotated at extreme speed like an electric saw.

  In an instant, this swordfish, larger than a human, was sliced into a pile of foul-smelling minced meat mid-air.

  But even so, that severely mutilated fish head could still open its dead gray pupils and furiously spew out streaks of azure current, blackening a several-tens-of-meters radius of the deck.

  Mycenae frowned, looking at the fish carcass, and said in a cold voice: "No wonder no one has been able to penetrate deeper into these waters for so many years. It turns out the deeper one goes, the more bizarre and dangerous the sea creatures become."

  Just then, thousands of meters ahead, large patches of explosive lightning plasma suddenly evaporated from the azure sea surface.

  Seraphine, standing silently on the deck of the Magic Ship, observed slightly and saw thousands of swordfish, their cheeks surging with electric currents, rushing fiercely towards them with powerful momentum amidst that booming thunder.

  "Speaking of which, I haven't eaten swordfish in a long time."

  Seraphine gently smiled, looking at Mycenae nearby and slowly said, "The enemy has arrived. Begin your performance."

  Bang!

  The air exploded.

  Mycenae, with a slight exertion of force, ascended like climbing a staircase. The air beneath his feet repeatedly exploded, and his body rapidly rose, instantly reaching several thousand meters in the sky.

  After reaching the sky, he suddenly stomped down hard on the air behind him.

  Bang!

  After an explosion, Mycenae, carrying dense poisonous miasma, violently slammed into the thunderous Swordfish Swarm several thousand meters away, like a meteor falling from the sky.

  Roar!

  Before he even arrived, the visible phantom of a three-headed evil dragon had already covered a large area of the sea surface.

  In an instant, this group of colossal swordfish, electrified all over, froze.

  The next moment, the sea surface suddenly surged.

  Boom!

  A three-headed evil dragon's ethereal form heavily landed amidst the densely packed Swordfish Swarm. All life in the struck area instantly turned to powder.

  Like blade-like currents, they sprayed in all directions, cutting the large fish—confused and leaping within the currents—into rapidly disintegrating fragments of flesh.

  The fierce gale, carrying swirling poisonous miasma, also swept towards the more distant swordfish as if it were alive.

  In an instant, large expanses of sea surface vapor evaporated, the poisonous mist dispersed, and the swordfish fled.

  In a short period, the thunderous Swordfish Swarm, capable of destroying an entire large fleet, was decimated by Mycenae alone; seven or eight tenths of its force were eliminated.

  "Meaningless."

  Seraphine gently shook her head, "Time, accelerate."

  Hum ——

  In an instant, Mycenae's movement speed, and the velocity of various external phenomena, all increased by countless thousands of times.

  In this fast-forwarded state.

  Mycenae quickly encountered a sea tribe resembling deep-sea divers.

  After engaging in conflict and mercilessly slaughtering all the sea tribe members on the scene, he acquired a sea tribe bounty, finding himself pursued by a squadron of sea tribe witches.

  However, even among the sea tribe, third-level witches were exceedingly rare.

  Therefore, for Mycenae, the sea tribe bounty was merely a minor inconvenience; it wouldn't pose him any significant trouble.

  Thus, he pursued and fought, traveling hundreds of thousands of miles, before finally arriving at a continent far larger than his former home.

  This continent, perfectly circular, was a colossal landmass spanning one hundred million kilometers in diameter.

  Similarly, this vast and boundless land teemed with formidable powerhouses.

  After Mycenae made a low-key arrival on the continent, he discovered that third-level witches here could only be considered second-rate.

  All those truly top-tier figures were Divine Star-level witches.

  Driven by a longing for greater power, Mycenae resumed his old methods, employing every possible means of Blood Sacrifice.

  Either through ambush from behind, instigating regional wars, or establishing wicked cults.

  Through various methods, Mycenae continuously performed Blood Sacrifices.

  It was also here.

  After interacting with various types of witches, Mycenae finally shed his previous, provincial worldview, learning many new secrets and rules pertaining to the Ansel World.

  Firstly, this world, encompassing hundreds and thousands of continents, was not naturally formed, but was instead created by deities.

  Secondly, this continent, one hundred million kilometers in diameter, was not the nucleus of the Ansel World.

  Tens of millions of kilometers away from this continent existed the largest landmass of this world—the Central Continent.

  Legends claimed that beings exceeding the Morningstar-level resided there.

  Thus, Mycenae gained a new objective—to reach the Central Continent.

  Hundreds of years later.

  Under the siege and interception efforts from all sides of the continent, Mycenae, deep in the overseas regions hundreds of thousands of miles out, finally advanced to become a Morningstar-level witch.

  Upon entering the Morningstar realm, his true form suddenly evolved into a nine-headed Evil Dragon, effectively granting him nine lives.

  Here, Mycenae once again commenced his maritime voyage.

  Unlike the previous journey.

  This expedition lasted for ten years.

  He spent a decade traversing tens of millions of kilometers of dangerous seas, barely managing to reach the Central Continent.

  Throughout this journey, Mycenae annihilated countless terrifying sea monsters, including even Morningstar-level ones.

  It was only upon reaching the Central Continent that he comprehended that superior to Morningstar level was Resplendent Moon.

  Resplendent Moon, possessing terrifying power capable of obliterating ten thousand miles of landmass.

  And above Resplendent Moon was Shining Sun, whose full-force attack could overturn and annihilate tens of hundreds of thousands of miles of territory.

  The moons visible in the sky were projections derived from the power of Resplendent Moon-level witches.

  The suns visible in the sky were similarly projections of Shining Sun-level witches' power.

  The entire Ansel World contained a total of twelve suns and 166 moons.

  These corresponded to twelve Shining Sun-level witches and 166 Resplendent Moon-level witches.

  Mycenae discovered that these Resplendent Moon and Shining Sun witches, having achieved such extremely high levels of power, likened themselves to actual gods. They established numerous nations, protected countless beings, and began to harvest the 'Power of Faith' that only ignited from within the Spirituality of sentient beings.

  Rumor suggested that the 'Power of Faith' was a crucial component for continued ascension.

  "Power of Faith? There's even this kind of energy. It feels remarkably similar to the power of belief within DND worldviews."

  Seraphine stood quietly behind Mycenae, who was diligently studying ancient texts, and mused: "Perhaps, I can engineer a god, hmm, I might conduct some experiments."

  ...

  That period of life on the Central Continent was the most authentic and tranquil phase in Mycenae's existence, second only to his childhood.

  There was simply no other choice.

  Over a hundred Resplendent Moon-level beings and a dozen even more terrifying Shining Sun-level entities were coiled across this continent.

  Each day, as the sun and moon traversed the sky, the immense, boundless fluctuations of power were nothing short of world-shattering.

  He was merely a Morningstar-level entity; how could he possibly dare to act recklessly and perform Blood Sacrifices on other people?

  Especially targeting those twelve Shining Sun-level witches.

  Fundamentally, each of these transcendent beings possessed the capability to instantaneously survey territories spanning tens of thousands of miles with a single thought.

  The typical squabbles over interests among standard witch factions, or even individual skirmishes, were matters these Shining Sun-level existences, much like true deities, would fundamentally never deign to intervene in.

  But if Mycenae were to undertake large-scale Blood Sacrifices as he had previously done, whether these Shining Suns would intervene remained entirely uncertain.

  He dared not risk it.

  Should even one Shining Sun disapprove of his conduct, they wouldn't need to exert personal effort; a mere thought could annihilate him countless times over.

  Nevertheless, even though he was barred from augmenting his strength through Blood Sacrifices, Mycenae certainly did not waste his time.

  Through decades of meticulous and cautious exploration, Mycenae had successfully integrated himself into a clandestine organization known as the Black Abyss Observatory.

  Within this organization, he unearthed a piece of critical intelligence:

  That beyond this witch world, there existed an infinitely sprawling, chaotic void.

  And within that boundless, pitch-black void, countless 【Secret Realms】 drifted aimlessly.

  So-called Secret Realms are pocket worlds of indeterminate origin, inexplicably suspended in the infinite void.

  These Secret Realm worlds manifest in many forms; their genesis and the mechanisms governing their operation remain mysterious.

  The overwhelming majority of Secret Realms are utterly amorphous, with only a very select few possessing discernible rulesets.

  Crucially, the more defined the rules governing such a Secret Realm, the greater the inherent danger.

  The environments inside these Secret Realms could range from primitive and savage, dark and malicious, or perhaps mimic scenarios from some movie or theatrical production, or even exist as an absurd and illogical cosmos.

  Their scale varied dramatically.

  The smallest might only span the size of a village; the largest could equal the size of a city, or even an entire continent.

  Most significantly, within these Secret Realms, which have persisted for unknown tens of thousands of years, lurk vast quantities of unknown threats, yet also immense caches of priceless, secret treasures.

  Because of this lure, the twelve Shining Suns each established dedicated branches of void exploration teams, specifically tasked with delving into Secret Realms beyond their domain, plundering rare resources found within.

  Mycenae joined the Black Abyss Observatory, which operated as one such organization, placing him under the authority of a great Shining Sun.

  Although this type of exploration was fraught with peril, locating rare, exotic artifacts allowed one to bring them back to the Central Continent in exchange for various rewards.

  Among these rewards were advanced Witchcrafts, each possessing unique characteristics and functions; massive-scale rituals capable of influencing entire continents; potent secret scriptures inherited from ancient epochs; and even entire slave species, numbering in the millions or tens of millions.

  What captivated Mycenae the most were the so-called slave species.

  In his perspective, these were not slaves, but 'Legitimate Sacrificial Offerings.'

  And Mycenae, as a Morningstar-level witch, was considered an outstanding figure even on the Central Continent, belonging firmly to the upper echelon.

  Therefore, after he made the definitive decision to 'participate in extra-dimensional exploration' and actively volunteered himself, he swiftly received confirmation from the Black Abyss Observatory and was successfully inducted into the extra-dimensional exploration corps.

  Thus, a few days later...

  In the southwestern quadrant of the Central Continent, nestled among towering mountain peaks, stood a Bronze Gate, approximately eighteen thousand meters tall and twenty thousand meters wide.

  This gate was named the Gate of the Divine Tree.

  Signifying the gateway bestowed upon them by divine entities.

  Through this gate, the exploration team could exit the colossal Ansel World and leap into the endless, boundless void of space.

  "Bestowed by the gods..."

  From within the exploration contingent, numbering over a hundred witches, Mycenae, clad in a coarse gray robe, slightly tilted his head upward, gazing toward the colossal Bronze Gate several thousand meters distant, which nearly obscured half the sky.

  Sensing the faint, surging power fluctuations of a Shining Sun-level emanating from within the massive structure, he murmured in a low voice, thick with aspiration: "Someday... someday!"

  Seraphine, positioned nearby, leisurely observing the surrounding witches, heard this and immediately offered a soft chuckle: "What a tragedy, this dream you never realized until the moment of your demise."

  Just then, the Bronze Gate rumbled and vibrated, slowly beginning to open.

  Whoosh whoosh whoosh ——

  In an instant, thousands of tornadoes erupted within a radius of several hundred miles, roaring and howling, scattering countless droplets of rain, suddenly blending the sky and earth into a singular, chaotic mass.

  After an hour of such turbulent weather, the Bronze Gate finally ground away the vast mountain ranges, fully opening.

  Inside the gate, a gray-black vortex, ten thousand meters in diameter, slowly materialized, then, accelerating from slow to fast, began to spin rapidly.

  Thus, this extra-dimensional exploration team, led by a peak Morningstar-level witch, advanced in unison, swiftly plunging into that gray-green vortex.

  Following a profound spatial-temporal shift.

  Mycenae found himself abruptly manifested upon a boundless, pitch-black plain.

  Though termed a plain, it possessed not a single speck of vegetation.

  The ground beneath his feet was not standard sand or rocky soil, but an anomalous substance far harder and denser than forged steel.

  The numerous members of the exploration team were scattered irregularly in every direction.

  "This is... the reverse side of the world."

  Mycenae's expression grew grave. His gaze slowly lifted, leaving the rough ground under his boots, and directed towards the deeper, dark expanse tens of thousands of meters away.

  There, a colossal tower, seemingly constructed from bronze and gray stone, stood abruptly.

  The immense tower pierced straight up into the boundless dark firmament above, extending so vastly that its apex was utterly beyond sight.

  "This is the legendary Black Abyss Observatory, truly magnificent."

  Gazing upon the hazy, dusty great tower in the distance, Mycenae recalled the intelligence he had reviewed in the organization's archives.

  According to the documentation, passing through the Bronze Gate would lead directly to the reverse side of the Ansel World.

  That was correct.

  Relative to the Central Continent and the boundless ocean, Mycenae, alongside the extra-dimensional exploration team, was currently positioned in an inverted, 180° posture, standing upon the 'back' of the Ansel World, at its deepest recess.

  And the observatory tower, which functioned essentially like a 'periscope' extending deep into the vast void, appeared, from Mycenae's current vantage point, as an infinitely tall structure.

  This extreme contrast—one positive aspect and one inverse—was truly bizarre and unsettling.

  Based on the organization's secret archives, to truly delve into the void and explore numerous Secret Realms, one relied on that infinitely tall observatory tower looming in the distance.

  But how to specifically operate it, Mycenae could not find a definitive answer within the existing materials.

  "Take it one step at a time."

  After a brief sigh, he followed the others, walking briskly towards the Black Abyss Great Tower.

  Before long, the extra-dimensional exploration team, whose lowest rank was a third-level witch, traversed tens of thousands of meters and entered the great tower.

  At the very center of the tower's interior space was a colossal, solemn, spiral staircase.

  Approaching the staircase.

  Mycenae looked up and saw layer upon layer of floors, completely dominating his entire field of vision.

  Layer upon layer, appearing almost endless.

  Straining his eyesight, he could only barely make out several thousand meters up, and beyond that, the structure grew increasingly dim.

  Just then, perhaps the exploration team had fully assembled, as the spiral staircase above suddenly 'moved'.

  It transformed into a gaping abyss, abruptly swallowing everyone below.

  Then, amidst the rumbling 'swallowing' sound, it rapidly propelled the entire exploration team towards the apex of the great tower at a speed equivalent to several thousand to tens of thousands of floors per second.

  This tempestuous ascent continued for a full thirty minutes before everyone finally reached the top of the observatory tower—

  A desolate platform ten thousand meters in diameter.

  And surrounding this colossal platform was a magnificent and unimaginably awe-inspiring alien landscape.

  "This is..."

  Mycenae stood at the very edge of the platform, his eyes wide, staring blankly towards the unknown expanse, perhaps hundreds of thousands or millions of miles away.

  There, in the boundless, dark firmament, a colossal black giant whale, covered with countless golden light thorns, and immense beyond limit, was now resting on its back, its vast and boundless surface heavily placed upon the endless black plain below.

  No, that wasn't correct!

  Mycenae suddenly realized that his current upright posture was completely reversed relative to the Ansel World.

  If viewed from the perspective of the countless beings inhabiting the Central Continent, then the Black Abyss Observatory, as its name suggested, truly extended down into the boundless dark firmament beneath the world.

  Therefore, that colossal black giant whale, which looked even larger than the Central Continent... was fundamentally carrying the entire Ansel World.

  Furthermore, the powerful energy fluctuations surging from the giant whale's body indicated that it was a Shining Sun-level entity.

  "This is the legendary World-Bearing Divine Beast... Shining Sun level..."

  Mycenae exclaimed in shock, "It actually exists!"

  "Of course, it exists."

  A witch with extremely luxurious and intricate clothes, an androgynous face, and a crimson floral pattern on her forehead, who was a Morningstar-level witch, strolled over. She looked at the colossal giant whale in the distance, which resembled a world, and said leisurely: "Actually, what you see now is just one of them, and it's also the one closest to us."

  "Oh? You mean?" Mycenae raised an eyebrow slightly, "Is there another one?"

  The strange Morningstar looked at him and smiled: "My name is Lex, from the Blood Rose family. May I ask your name?"

  Mycenae remained silent, not answering.

  He had heard of the Blood Rose family; rumor had it that one of the moons in the sky originated from this lineage.

  "Ha ha."

  Seeing the other's silence, Lex didn't mind, simply musing aloud: "Do you know, this Ansel World we inhabit is incredibly vast. Even that Central Continent, tens of millions of kilometers in diameter, occupies less than one-thousandth of the entire world's area.

  But such a colossal world is carried by five Shining Sun-level World-Bearing Divine Beasts, swimming and ceaselessly rushing through the infinite void.

  Perhaps, after traveling for tens or hundreds of thousands of years, we might encounter other worlds."

  "Other worlds?" Mycenae said in surprise, "Besides our world, other worlds can exist?"

  "Of course." Lex smiled, "Chaos is boundless and infinite. If there were only our one world, wouldn't we be incredibly lonely?"

  "I'd rather be lonely forever."

  Mycenae stated indifferently, "Than endure uncontrollable threats."

  Just as the two were conversing.

  Suddenly.

  Woo ——

  A long, piercing cry echoed, instantly attracting the attention of the witches on the platform.

  The crowd turned to look and saw that a purple-black giant whale, approximately one hundred thousand miles in diameter and possessing a 'small' ring structure, was swiftly rushing from hundreds of thousands of kilometers away, originating from beside the 'colossal' giant whale that was carrying the world.

  Before long, it accurately 'berthed' at the outer edge of the platform, much like a warship docking.

  "This is an infant World-Bearing Divine Beast. We can travel to various Secret Realms precisely because of them."

  Lex slowly walked over, admiringly stating, "Especially this one; it was born with thirteen apertures, capable of 'storing' thirteen Secret Realm coordinates.

  Among the nearly hundred infant Divine Beasts in the entire 'Back of the World,' it has the most apertures; truly a rare and gifted talent."

  "Coordinates?" Mycenae inquired at this moment, "With coordinates, this great whale can transport us there? Is that the function?"

  "Fly there?"

  Lex turned to look at him, and said with an incredulous tone, "The extra-dimensional void is too immense; when would we ever reach anything by flying? Let me tell you, as long as there are 'coordinates,' the infant Divine Beast will automatically teleport us to that Secret Realm.

  Once we've plundered a Secret Realm clean, we discard that Secret Realm into the infant Divine Beast's aperture, and it will slowly devour it, transforming it into nutrients for growth."

  "So..." Mycenae mused, "Our kind of extra-dimensional exploration team and these so-called infant Divine Beasts have a mutually dependent relationship."

  "Heh." Lex chuckled, "Your summary is not bad; quite accurate."

  Seraphine, standing to the side, paid no attention to the two of them conversing. She shifted her focus, 'looking' towards the Dyson mega-structure that circled the sun within a certain dimensional unit cell inside her own body.

  "World-Bearing Divine Beast... thirteen apertures... Void Whale..."

  Amidst the layers of mechanical mega-structures, countless tens of thousands of Agate Clan members were diligently working, like beasts of burden.

  At the same time, in a certain section within the layered mega-structures, that Void Whale, whose appearance was basically identical to the so-called World-Bearing Divine Beast, and whose back happened to feature thirteen apertures, was snoring loudly.

  Seraphine's ethereal figure suddenly materialized beside it.

  After long-term treatment and maintenance, the numerous gash-like wounds that once covered this whale-shaped giant beast's body had now faded to an almost imperceptible degree.

  But its soul was damaged; it had completely forgotten all its past memories.

  Therefore, it was now like a blank slate.

  With the mind of a writer, she stroked the thirteen apertures on the giant whale's back, specifically the only one that still contained a fragmented Secret Realm aperture.

  "So that's the case. The location where Alban and Sani encountered each other before was a Secret Realm that hadn't been completely digested yet."

  She calmly observed the sleeping Void Whale, then smiled gently: "Truly a matter of predestination, I didn't expect your origin to be so complex. But what experiences led you to become like this afterwards?"

  Having spoken, Seraphine once again immersed her consciousness, entering the Memory Realm world.

  In this memory world, time passed rapidly.

  Just a minute or two in external reality, but here, several decades had already swiftly elapsed.

  During these decades, Mycenae had experienced much and gained significant knowledge.

  "Space-time gem?!"

  Seraphine looked in surprise at the damaged gem in the other's hand, "This level of space-time manipulation, indeed, this is the primary material for crafting the 'Regret Potion,' a genuine space-time gem."