Why Am I a Priestess When I Reach the Maximum Level?-Chapter 176[Vol. 6] - The End

[Vol. 6] Chapter 176: The End

As Mu Ze made his entrance, several other figures stepped forward one by one, placing themselves between the crowd and the now-distant Violet and Xiao Kong.

Who else could they be but the disciples of the [Shocking God Sect]?

Standing at the forefront, Shangguan Hong clenched his fist, large as a sandbag, his sharp gaze flashing with cold light. Yet, he broke into a grin.

“Heh, it’s been a while since I’ve had a proper fight with actual people. Daoist Xuanmen, the Iron Fist King, the Calligrapher Swordsman… what a lineup. Pretty fancy, huh? Fine, let’s see if you’re all as tough as you look.”

With a swing, a broad sword sliced into the ground, its green aura splitting the earth. The sheer momentum of Shangguan’s strike seemed to electrify the atmosphere.

“Don’t get cocky! Those are all big names on the Top 100. You might end up eating dirt,” warned Liu Quan, a large and sturdy man who summoned his Golden Bell Shield with a chuckle, positioning himself at the front line.

The other [Shocking God Sect] disciples took their respective stances, forming a defensive formation.

At the center of the group, the braided-haired girl glanced at Hen, her smile enigmatic and her gaze strange. Hen, momentarily startled, seemed to understand and gave a subtle nod.

Shifting her focus, Hen looked toward the group of black-haired, white-robed individuals who had recently arrived. However, they were already gone, their location unknown.

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“……”

She didn’t dwell on their sudden disappearance. Shaking her head, Hen redirected her attention to the noisy crowd of enemies who continued to provoke and incite. To her, their words were no different from the squawking of chickens and barking of dogs.

“Go ahead, Violet. This time, it’s no longer a game. I hope you can find an answer that satisfies everyone.”

…………………………

“Zzzzzzzzzzz!”

Suddenly, a pitch-black spatial fissure appeared without warning, slashing across Violet’s feather-patterned white robe. The collision produced an ear-piercing screech, like a high-speed cutting blade striking tempered steel, sparking bursts of light visible to the naked eye.

However, nothing happened.

Violet glanced at her [Feather Robe Graria], still completely intact without even the slightest blemish, and then turned toward Xiao Kong. The cat-girl was walking leisurely through the restricted zone, the spatial fissures seemingly bending away to avoid her. Violet couldn’t hide her surprise.

“Hey, hey, isn’t this a bit unfair? How are you able to do that?”

Xiao Kong gave her a playful smile.

“Violet, I’m a yokai, you know. Having a few innate abilities for survival is perfectly normal.”

“If anything,” Xiao Kong continued, “your method is the ridiculous one. Tanking an endless barrage of spatial fissures with your body? That’s what I find unbelievable. Is that robe of yours some kind of defensive [Primordial Artifact]?”

“Maybe. I’m not entirely sure myself… but it’s definitely one of my most important partners.”

“Partner, huh…”

The pure white robe seemed to glimmer faintly in acknowledgment of its owner’s words. Xiao Kong didn’t dwell on the topic. Instead, she raised a finger, pointing toward the dense cluster of black fissures ahead, where the view was completely obstructed.

“This way. We’re almost there. The core of this collapsed ruin is just ahead. I can feel the incredible density of space energy emanating from it.”

“Got it.”

As Violet quickened her pace, she glanced at Xiao Kong with a mix of curiosity and admiration.

“You know, Xiao Kong, your spatial perception is seriously impressive. In this chaotic environment, with energy waves so jumbled and space itself constantly collapsing, I wouldn’t have been able to find the right direction without some special tools. I’d probably be wandering blind in here forever.”

As they moved forward, Violet casually brought up a question that had been on her mind for a long time.

“I once heard from a friend that, long ago in the [Origin Realm], there was a Supreme God who mastered the laws of space. They were called the [God of Space]. But for some reason, they disappeared without a trace. Since your divine power once belonged to a god, does it have anything to do with space?”

“You even know about the [God of Space]? That’s a really ancient figure. Who exactly is this friend of yours?”

Xiao Kong gave Violet a surprised glance, but for some reason, her reaction to the topic seemed a bit… complicated. Instead of answering directly, she vaguely replied,

“My powers are indeed related to space, but they’re not the same thing. If you think I am the [God of Space], you’re way off. This isn’t the time for wild speculations, focus on what’s in front of us instead.”

“Oh, we’re here!”

Xiao Kong’s sudden exclamation cut off the strange conversation. She quickened her pace, running forward and raising a hand. It was as if she were parting clouds as she dispelled the dense curtain of black spatial fissures ahead.

What lay beyond was finally revealed to both her and Violet.

“This is…?”

Suspended in the air at the heart of the restricted zone, the collapsed ruin, and the ancient town, was a shadowy orb. It was encased and protected by countless spatial fissures, resembling a dark sun yet without a tangible form.

Its outline was hazy, roughly oval-shaped, and over ten feet in diameter. The outer edges glowed faintly, but the light was dim and eerie, even at its brightest.

If she had to describe it somehow, the only thing Violet could think of was “a kaleidoscope of black.”

Strangely, the peculiar colors seemed familiar to her, as if she’d seen them somewhere before. Yet, try as she might, she couldn’t recall when or where. The feeling was unsettling.

The orb seemed like a fountain of energy, rippling faintly as it floated above the collapsed ruin, radiating its dim light to every corner of the ruins.

Without a doubt, this was the core sustaining the existence of the collapsed ruin.

Xiao Kong also gazed at the black orb, but her reaction was different. She shook her head as if realizing something and muttered to herself,

“So that’s what it is… No wonder she insisted on having you see this for yourself. Hah… Now I finally understand why this sect was annihilated in the first place.”

Before Violet could ask, Xiao Kong turned her head and spoke first.

“Violet, you probably already know about the [Evil Spirit] that almost destroyed the [Ancient Spirit Realm], right? Do you understand what caused it in the first place?”

“Mm, it was the war between the [Ancestral Dragon] and [Destruction], wasn’t it?”

“That’s close enough… But do you know how the [Evil Spirit], or more specifically, the main forces of the [Evil Spirit], were ultimately wiped out?”

“The main forces of the [Evil Spirit]?”

Violet had indeed thought about this question carefully before.

According to the historical records of the [Ancient Spirit Realm], the [Evil Spirit] was quelled through the combined efforts of the Four Saints, with the hidden support of Spirit Veil Immortal Island. It was a hard-fought victory that eventually established the current four-nation system.

However, Violet had always found flaws in this explanation.

Among the first generation of the Four Saints and the Four Holy Beasts, Violet has already personally interacted with the Spirit Saint Yuan Qianqiu and the Western Holy Beast, the Qilin. They were undeniably powerful, each possessing strength equivalent to Lv70 or higher. In this world, such a level was classified as [Ultimate Transformation] realm or, in the context of the [Origin Realm], akin to “Pseudo-God” levels.

If the other three Saints and their Holy Beasts were of comparable strength, that would amount to nearly ten Pseudo-God-level entities. Combined with the allied Spirit Beasts at the time, it was a formidable force. Remarkable even in the era before mythical species disappeared from the [Origin Realm].

But could even such power have been enough to defeat the [Evil Spirit] at its peak?

There was one glaring question that had never been answered.

Among the [Evil Spirit], how many of those had reached a level beyond Pseudo-God?