"Be good, stay here and don't run around," Violet whispered gently in the little girl's ear.

Violet then tapped the back of her neck, and the little girl fainted in her arms. Violet gently laid her on the ground and then took out a black cloth and draped it over her face.

After confirming the little girl's safety, Violet slowly stood up. All of this was done in the darkness. As she stood up, the light emanating from Virginia descended upon the world, and she happened to close her eyes, peacefully bathing in the divine light.

Violet, facing the church, solemnly announced, "Wu Yu has accepted the blessing of the Outer Gods, eliminating his thirty-fourth identity—World Guardian—and will proceed to the next identity test—Reincarnated One."

Violet then walked towards the outside.

The sword formation was designed to protect Violet; as she passed through it, the sword formation automatically parted to create a path for her.

Nearby, there were many demons trying to break in, but they were all pierced through by a single sword, leaving only their corpses. Fortunately, Violet had her eyes closed and could not see these filthy things.

Despite lacking both visual and mental probing abilities, Violet maintained a steady pace of movement.

There was a wall in front of her, but just a second before Violet was about to crash into it, she turned around and walked in another direction.

There's nothing magical about it. You just need to visualize the layout of the entire capital in your mind and precisely control the distance of each step, and you can go anywhere you want to go without relying on your eyes.

"Take 47 steps and turn left." "Take 59 steps and turn right."

Violet muttered to herself as she freely wandered through the royal capital.

At this moment, no one else could disturb her. Humans or demons alike, anyone who had just been outdoors would have been reduced to ashes by the holy flames. The bustling capital city now appeared exceptionally quiet and desolate.

Violet arrived at the palace gates, but the guards had long since disappeared.

With one step forward, she entered the most heavily guarded area of ​​the capital without any hindrance.

She continued onward, and the palace, which she had never set foot in before, was like her own backyard; she knew every inch of it like the back of her hand.

Violet reached her destination via the shortest route.

The main hall of the palace, which was originally a place for ministers to discuss important state affairs, was now eerily quiet with no ministers inside.

Violet stepped over the threshold and entered the main hall, her tightly closed eyes slowly opening.

Beyond the main hall, her gaze settled on the throne in the center, overlooking the entire palace.

With her right hand supporting her chin, Phillis leaned idly against the armrest of the throne. She played with her golden curls with her left hand, watching Violet enter the hall with interest. Violet seemed to have been waiting there for quite some time.

"Is this the throne that drove my brothers crazy? Sitting on it, it doesn't feel special at all." Phillis straightened up, giving Violet the respect she deserved, and said with a smile, "You finally came. As expected, only someone outside the script like you can excite me!"

Violet did not respond; she walked step by step toward the throne.

"Tell me, what's the purpose of your visit? I want to know if my judgment was wrong." Even though Violet ignored her, Phillis continued to ask.

“If you stay in your palace, I will come to rescue you; if you sit on the throne, I will come to kill you.” Violet finally spoke, her words filled with intense killing intent.

"You want to kill me?" Philliss seemed to have heard a joke. "The God of Light has already descended. Even if you kill me, you cannot drive Him away."

“Not in His own world, without the power of omniscience and omnipotence, the so-called god is nothing more than a powerful creature.” Violet’s words were full of disrespect as she stood beneath the throne, staring at him expressionlessly.

“That’s quite a boast. From the first moment I saw you, I’ve been thinking about one thing: since we’re destined to have a fight, could you please tell me if you are Jack?” Philliss inquired.

“You saw through me? That’s right. Even I only have one way to block your [emotional perception]. Whether you’re facing Jack or Violet, all you can feel is calm. You can’t help but think that way.” Violet didn’t admit it directly, but her words said it all.

"As expected of the opponent I chose, you actually know my talent. It seems you didn't come here to die. Perhaps you really can kill me!"

Philliss was not intimidated by Violet's preparations. When she realized that the situation was not under her control, Violet found that her emotions fluctuated even more than when she sat on the throne.

"So how do you plan to kill me? With your power that hasn't even reached the Saint level, or those beings standing behind you, if you try to outnumber me, I'll have to call for backup," Phillis asked curiously. She was genuinely discussing ways to kill Violet.

“With the balance of power among the three parties, Saint-level combatants will naturally not interfere in our battle. But what do you intend to rely on to stop me? With your divine arts that you can’t even be considered proficient in?” Violet retorted.

Phillis's pupils contracted. His biggest secret had been exposed, and the confidence on Phillis's face finally vanished. "How could you possibly know that I can use divine magic? I have never used this ability in front of a living person."

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