Hate me, Miss Witch!-Chapter 516 - 244: I Will Make You Remember My Name Forever

Western Continent, Southern Territory, deep within a certain dark mountain range.

A crimson figure, surrounded by a river of blood, uttered dry, silent murmurs.

He.

No.

Her name once was the Goddess of Death.

Ye Yi is one of the most ancient gods still existing today.

She was also a participant in that divine council within the Astral Realm.

As one affected by the "Fantasy Collapse," the Goddess of Death should have been one of the meteors falling into the night sky alongside the other ancient gods.

In fact, she did lose over ninety percent of her power in that collapse of fantasy. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

However, as a deity In Control of the authority over death,

before achieving the rank of the God of Death during the Glorious Era from the Barbaric Era, she was authentically of the Phoenix Royalty.

Relying on the clan abilities of the pure-blooded Phoenix Royalty, the ability to be reborn from flames, and the authority of a deity ruling over death, the Goddess of Death, at the cost of sacrificing over ninety percent of her strength, extracted her life's essence from the Bronze Palace in the starry sky, amidst the endless chain spell of fantasy collapse.

Afterward, utilizing contingencies she had previously set in place on the Western Continent, she achieved resurrection.

However——

At this moment.

Faced with the "Divine Evasion" descending from the stars, avoiding and dodging were impossible.

Also, presented by Shiayar.

This choice for the deities to pass on, or to embrace sin and punishment as a mortal spirit in a new era.

Although the Goddess of Death previously chose to escape from the Astral Realm at the cost of losing ninety percent of her power, this life and death choice should have been effortless for her, with an unwavering decision to choose the path of life.

Yet now, the primeval Phoenix fell silent.

"I cannot go back anymore."

After an unknown amount of time, she uttered a parched voice, completely unlike the pure sound that her Phoenix race should inherently have.

"Everything belonging to the former Princess of the Phoenixes, that immature and tender little phoenix."

"Whether it be the past, or all the precious memories with kin and as princess under the parents who were king and queen."

"Have all been buried in the graveyard of the Multiverse with the passage of time."

She watched as dense scarlet feathers gradually grew from her body.

The formerly mysterious and eerie Goddess of Death in the river of blood, after being stained with mortality and falling into the mundane, ye yi also reverted back into that glamorous and beautiful phoenix.

Along with it, the long-abandoned memories were awakened.

Those were from the coming-of-age ceremony unique to the Phoenix race, held within the forest seas formed by countless towering ancient trees.

Under the gaze of her father, the king, and many tribespeople.

The young Princess of the Phoenixes swore to succeed her father's throne and let the Phoenix race thrive and prosper, becoming great again.

She once thought she would strive lifelong for that vow made in the coming-of-age ceremony, even if it meant dying halfway, without regrets.

But——

When exactly was that bright and glorious, golden-clear ideal, sworn amidst the blessings of thousands of kin.

Completely forgotten by herself?

How distant it was, she could scarcely remember.

After all, it had become but a blurry fragment of light.

The era of the Fabled Creatures, along with the once flourishing Phoenix civilization, had long been buried in the dust of time, with not even a trace of residue surviving.

So she would not choose the path offered by Shiayar, the path to embrace mortality and become a mortal spirit once more.

Because, to the Goddess of Death now.

Ascending the highest Throne of Heaven, advancing further along the vast Divine Ascension Steps, had become her sole obsession, propelling her actions.

"Besides that——"

"This shell named the Goddess of Death has already become void."

In those ethereal words.

The splendid scarlet feathers slowly faded away.

The last phoenix thus turned into scattered ashes, completely vanishing into the world.

...

It wasn't just the Goddess of Death.

Almost instantaneously upon touching the earth.

An unknown number of Demigods and True Gods, their once mighty Mythical Species bodies, disintegrated in an instant.

Then, transformed in the night sky into the slowly fading, perishing dust of decay.

Some, like the Goddess of Death, chose the path of falling while maintaining their divine Rank.

Because even reverting to mortal spirits, the motivation precious to mortal beings they once cherished to protect had also vanished.

Even if they survive, it would only be an empty shell, like a walking corpse.

Others, perhaps swayed by a yearning for life, or for other reasons, chose the path of falling into dust.

Yet, the vast majority, after being stained with mortality, perished amidst the welcomed sinful deeds.

To most Old Gods surviving from the Glorious Era until now.

The lifetime of tens of thousands of years appeared overly prolonged.

It is not that having a mortal spirit's flesh and blood body means they absolutely cannot have a lifespan of tens of thousands of years; what Shiayar did had already proven the potential within humans' shell.