Bai Xi had never felt so weary of her soul. The scepter of the supreme god slipped from her hand and vanished in mid-air, turning into golden light. Her hand fell limply to her side.
Even though she had just killed someone very important, Bai Xi still couldn't leave or escape. She stepped forward and, for the second time in five hundred years, looked directly at the faceless angel statue. She raised her arm to touch the outline of the statue. It was now completely finished, which meant that the last thing the world consciousness required her to do was waiting for her.
In an instant, Bai Xi felt as if a part of her soul had been ripped away, leaving her feeling empty. The overwhelming sadness vanished almost entirely at that moment, and the tears that had filled her eyes inexplicably lost their desire to cry.
Bai Xi's lips curled into a self-deprecating smile, as if all her strength had been drained away.
It turns out that not being able to be sad is a kind of punishment.
She turned around and walked towards the temple exit, brushing past El without saying a word.
El's glassy eyes reflected Bai Xi's image, his calmness almost excessive. Even after Bai Xi left the floating island, he didn't move an inch, frozen in the temple like a statue. For countless years to come, he would stay here and never leave again.
Bai Xi felt like a lost soul. After leaving the floating island, she had no idea what to do. Her eyes were empty and blank.
The world consciousness probably sensed Bai Xi's utter despair and did not reappear, remaining silent.
Little did she know that Bai Xi was having a conversation with the goddess of the dead hidden deep within her soul.
"Hey, that's too ruthless."
The Goddess of the Dead cried out in shock. She simply couldn't believe that Bai Xi would go to such lengths for those few souls. She had thought that a cold-blooded woman like Bai Xi, with a terrifyingly strong sense of purpose, would only want to resurrect them to make herself feel better and less guilty. She never expected this...
"You can't use blessing magic like that... Or are you not planning to live?"
The Goddess of the Dead sensed the 'Holy Blessing' bestowed upon the eight sleeping souls with mixed feelings, along with the eightfold 'Resurrection Spell'. She wondered how much backlash this woman had endured, no wonder she spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
Anyone who didn't know better would have thought she was deeply emotionally hurt, but who knew she would be so ruthless.
However, for these souls, this is simply the most top-tier configuration. No matter what happens in the future, they will not perish halfway and will always have smooth sailing. It is not impossible for them to grow to the level of gods.
The Goddess of the Dead was thinking as she spoke with Bai Xi.
She had been sleeping as a fragment of her soul, and when she made this guess, she had no idea that these eight souls were the seven gods of the future.
I'm simply amazed at how incredibly kind Baixi is to them.
"I owe them."
Bai Xi touched her chest, which felt empty, as if everything had been taken away, almost too clean. Even when she said this, there wasn't much sadness or grief, only an indescribable melancholy.
And there's this long-lost, indescribable, tearing pain in both body and soul.
She didn't feel like she was losing out, but she was still a little unaccustomed to it.
“Alright, you will pay the price for these resurrection spells. I am only temporarily allowing them to preserve their soul forms. I still need to send them to reincarnation so that they can become living beings again.”
If the Goddess of the Dead still had a physical form, she would definitely curl her lip in disdain, but she still muttered to Bai Xi.
"Actually, you don't need to go to such lengths. They won't remember you even if they're reincarnated anyway."
She has always looked down on people who are obsessed with love. Although she doesn't think Bai Xi is one of them, the way Bai Xi interacts with these men usually reveals something fishy. So, in the eyes of the Goddess of the Dead, Bai Xi is like a foolish emperor who is blinded by beauty.
Even though he was about to confront the behemoth that was World Consciousness, he still overspent himself for the sake of the beauty.
Anyone with a modicum of sense wouldn't do something like this.
"Oh my God."
Suddenly, the Goddess of the Dead discovered something else and couldn't help but get angry.
"You even gave them prayer marks, so they can summon you unconditionally to help them when they encounter difficulties. Where do you find so much time? Aren't you tired?!"
The goddess of the dead was shocked.
"It's no trouble at all."
Bai Xi pursed her lips.
"..."
The Goddess of the Dead fell completely silent, thinking that people with love-struck minds were hopeless.
She simply hid the eight soul-shaped orbs of light. This elaborate deception was intended to evade the monitoring of the world's consciousness, making it believe that they were all dead. However, it turned out that they had actually been hidden inside Bai Xi's soul.
The role of the goddess of the dead is to help conceal the truth; the aura of death is quite deceptive.
With the sound gone from her mind, Bai Xi's ears returned to peace.
Looking down from her vantage point, the vast continent of Coral seemed to offer a place to settle down anywhere, but it also seemed to have no place for her anymore. In the past five hundred years, although she disliked the Temple of Angels and the floating islands, she always returned there.
The Seven Gods will wait for her to return, as will El, and the elemental spirits.
Now.....
There's no going back there.
The 'Time Demon' and 'Sky Demon' in Hell haven't been born yet, and even if they were, they wouldn't have the ability to take her back to the future. She can only remain in this era for now, but...
Everything has vanished into nothingness; it was all her doing.
Even if she returned to the Temple of Angels, she would only see the indifferent El who had forgotten her.
Even knowing that this was only temporary, Bai Xi still felt a sense of helplessness.
Moreover, even if they are reincarnated, they will never be the same people they are in this life again, which is something that can never be made up for. Therefore, it is not too much to give them as much as possible.
Bai Xi floated in the air, not knowing where she was going.
Then a figure she hadn't seen in a long time appeared before her. The vampire's blood-red eyes held a complex expression. He was not far from Bai Xi, and judging from his expression, he probably knew what had happened in the Angel Temple.
"..."
Bai Xi didn't speak, and the two looked at each other in silence.
After a long while, Ulysses looked away, his deep voice spreading through the air and reaching Bai Xi's ears.
Would you like to come over for a visit?
He asked.
Bai Xi was taken aback. She thought Ulysses would say something or ask her why she did that kind of thing, but to her surprise, he invited her to his home.
"Aren't you afraid of me...?"
She tried to ask a question in return, but Ulysses interrupted her.
"Don't be afraid, I won't die."
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