She lowered her head, released her grip on the Queen's neck, and with a wave of her hand, a whirlwind arose, using the airflow to separate herself from the surrounding Shijinzhe.

A chilling breath brushed against the Queen's cheek, and Shekh answered his own question, "Because you took away my humanity."

As soon as she finished speaking, excruciating pain shot through the Queen's skin, and she could not utter a sound, only heavy breathing.

Shech’s hand began to slowly and forcefully trace across her fingertips.

The queen's skin was pulled up, and a layer of pale purple, snake-skin-like substance was ripped off her body, looking like super glue being torn apart. Her fair skin was stretched to its limit, creating high triangular folds.

Pulling her fingers down to her face, Shekh pressed his face against her distorted features and asked, "Easy to put on, hard to take off. Is my snakeskin any good?"

The impenetrable defense she forged time and again in her darkest despair became the weapon for eternal youth in the Queen.

Revenge also contains greed. People change. She is no longer that little princess. Shekh finally understood and remembered.

She came to know the world and human nature over time, and kept different qualities in her heart. When the light and dark sides of human nature fell on her, she learned to imitate them and also acquired these qualities.

And those high white walls…

Shekh forcefully turned the Queen's chin, making her turn her head to look at the scene with him.

“You said there was a black mist that devoured everything, and that I was the god of this world, and that I should stop it all. So even though I was extremely disappointed in humanity at the time, I thought that not everyone was wrong, and I remorsefully gave up the skeleton that contained divinity. You broke the skeleton into pieces to build walls for your kingdom. I have done more than enough for you.”

She didn't care about gods, nor did she care about them; she wanted nothing.

Therefore, even if all that remains is her animalistic nature, she will abandon herself.

She will never again be deceived and have to weigh the pros and cons, never again be unable to be ruthless, never again feel guilty after a slight warning, never again punish herself for other people's mistakes, and never again back down because of a little bit of sweetness.

Bai Weishuang is right. She must love herself before loving others. How can she abandon her skin, her bones, and her weapons!

Shi Jinzhe is right. She did nothing wrong and owed no one anything. She just had no concept of the balance between giving and receiving. Her most precious thing was so light, and the other side of the balance was so worthless.

Shekh turned back and said, “You used that child as an excuse to call me. I know something was manipulating you, and you agreed. I didn’t understand then, but from the moment you used him, something changed. So you were willing to help it deceive me and take my remains.”

The Queen regained her composure, which had been shattered by the pain, and yelled at her, "Lying to you? If you could hear the prayers, why didn't you stop those people! You were clearly in the wrong!"

"Who defined the fault? You?" Shekh asked in one swift motion, tearing off the last piece of snakeskin covering the Queen.

Amid the Queen's hoarse cries of pain, she used her hands to straighten the Queen's face, forcing her to focus her attention entirely on her.

"What is wrong? Greed, anger, ignorance, hatred, love, aversion, and desire? I have seen far more people than you. You think you are taking revenge, but among those you slaughtered were innocent people. You hate those who killed your children, but do you remember how many countries your father fought against? Didn't he cut off other people's heads? I never pursue cause and effect, but if the world does not allow any wrongdoing to exist, then you are also greedy, greedy for yourself to be the beneficiary. I can punish you now! Do you want this punishment?"

The Queen was stunned by the question, and a sudden sadness overwhelmed all her words of rebuttal.

"So, is your definition of error starting from not allowing others to make mistakes, or from the previous generation, the generation before that, all the way back to the very beginning?"

Shekh smirked. “If we start from the very beginning, everyone owes me. Without me, this world would be shrouded in a storm of despair and hopelessness. I have every right to exterminate you all.”

The manic aura emanating from her intensified, as if a crack had opened in her body, from which countless sorrows, grievances, and resentments poured forth uncontrollably.

The sky above her head had become overcast, lightning pierced through the clouds, and huge snowflakes smacked the queen's face. She was so overwhelmed that she could hardly breathe and could not say anything.

The snow fell so fast that she seemed to have just seen her breath in the white mist before she was covered in snow.

It's so cold! I never knew it was this cold during a blizzard...

The queen's eyes turned back to blue, her divine power was withdrawn, and she returned to being an ordinary person, lying blankly on the ground.

She reached out her hand tremblingly, "No..."

"What was taken from me should be returned."

The Queen shook her head repeatedly, saying it shouldn't be like this...

“I do not exist because of your faith; I have always existed.”

After saying this, Shekh straightened up.

As she stood up, a black gemstone materialized on her bare forehead, and a golden chain wrapped around her forehead and pierced through her hair, the gemstone hanging in an inverted U-shape at the center of her forehead.

Exquisite and harmonious black gemstone chains are arranged on both sides, each with vertical bars hanging down. Large gemstones are inlaid to form complex and exaggerated ornamental patterns, hanging on the neck and arms, making a crisp sound when tapped.

Her clothes simultaneously transformed, the unassuming snake-skin robe turning into a black, fitted, halter-shoulder dress that shimmered with dazzling golden light as she moved.

All the gems were hidden within her, understated, elegant, and unassuming, concealing her brilliance in stillness.

However, once it comes into motion, it shines brilliantly, as profound as an ancient legend, perfectly formed by nature.

Schech gently flicked his finger, dispelling the surrounding turbulence.

The queen on the snow had empty, lifeless eyes, and a single tear rolled down her cheek.

In the end, nothing was left.

It turns out that she was able to win because God didn't care about her gains or losses.

She opened and closed her mouth slightly, struggling to grasp Shekh's skirt, and mumbled, "...curse..."

Before she could finish speaking, the last bit of divine power within her body spontaneously transformed into a black pinky ring on Shekh's little finger.

Shekh turned the ring, and in the blink of an eye, the person on the ground, stripped of their divine power, completely lost their breath.

She stared at the queen's corpse for a long time, and a sense of loss welled up within her.

Never mind, let's leave it at that.

Leave him with a complete body.

She closed the Queen's eyes and stood still.

Despite the insurmountable gap in strength, they were entangled in a bitter emotional entanglement. It is a truth that those with feelings are most prone to suffering.