Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess! - Chapter 508 - 6: The Grand Finale: Surpassing the Divine
Chapter 508: Chapter 6: The Grand Finale: Surpassing the Divine
In the next moment, a shattering sound from the essence of the rules suddenly erupted!
A hand, without any warning, pierced through the cocoon of destiny that was supposed to be unbreakable!
Then it precisely grasped the intangible “throat” of the Prisoner of Destiny!
The immense power not only seized its form but also immediately suppressed all its strength and will.
Unprecedented horror exploded madly in the perception of the Prisoner of Destiny.
The scene abruptly halted here.
…
One hundred thousand years later, at the end of time and space.
The Gods Council was silently solemn, as the voice of Divine Ancestor Xiya resounded like an ancient bell among the stars: “Dharma’s Sword has been raised—Doomsday Witch, accept this judgment!”
Countless deities cast cold, disdainful, and even hateful gazes.
Within the sealing, time was forcibly frozen, the Doomsday Witch weakly lowered her eyes, her long hair scattered, like an abandoned doll.
She had long given up hope, slowly closing her eyes, waiting for the end to arrive.
The next second—
The planet suddenly erupted.
An indescribable light, like the first blaze at the beginning of creation, fiercely swept across the entire universe!
The deities showed expressions of joy, but before their cheers could escape—
They froze in an instant.
Because that light, a destructive weapon created by the Divine Ancestor Xiya, capable of annihilating them countless times even with the aftershock, was erased in an instant by some unknown force, like a doodle on a drawing board.
The light faded, the world remained unchanged.
As if nothing had ever happened.
The Doomsday Witch opened her eyes in disbelief.
And then, she saw that figure.
The figure she missed for one hundred thousand years, felt guilty for one hundred thousand years, and silently called for in countless deep nights… now stood before her.
Tears instantly burst forth.
“…Lynn?”
Her voice trembled, almost unable to make a sound.
Yet he did not turn around.
But the gods saw clearly—innumerable threads of nothingness encircled him, those threads, incredibly delicate, yet spreading to every corner of time and space. It was as if the fate of all things was silently entwined in his fingers.
Even, the gods vaguely saw their own light and shadow among those threads.
“A power beyond the divine?” Divine Ancestor Xiya showed a grave expression for the first time, “How is it possible?!”
Lynn did not answer.
He merely lifted his hand lightly.
A deity suddenly exploded—without sound, without light, as if the traces of existence were erased from thin air.
Another ancient god roared and invoked his authority, the river of time flowed backward, but Lynn only glanced faintly, and the mighty long river instantly dried up, as if it had never existed.
“Rewriting… destiny…” a deity whispered trembling, “He manipulates the Thread of Destiny!”
The gods finally panicked, each unleashing their strongest Divine Arts, Supreme Power.
The next moment, countless stars fell, Divine Kingdoms crumbled!
But as all the attacks approached within a thousand feet of Lynn’s body, they fell into an invisible net, quietly decomposed, reconstructed, and even… turned against them.
A goddess cloaked in light had just cast her Eternal Spear, only to realize in horror that her divine essence was being wrapped, stripped, and rewritten by the threads.
She screamed as she fell from the divine altar, turning to dust in an instant.
Divine Ancestor Xiya finally stood up, his gaze heavy beyond measure.
It was obvious that all before him had transcended the realm of battle, instead, Lynn was manipulating the power of destiny to erase them completely from this world.
Lin Nan moved slowly forward, and wherever he went, the deities fell like stalks of grain.
Some divine tried to escape, but with a flick of his finger, the thread of destiny snapped, returning them directly to nothingness.
In just a few breaths, the once proud and invincible Gods Council was utterly defeated.
The Doomsday Witch looked at his silhouette, tears flowing endlessly.
She couldn’t imagine, these hundred thousand years… what world Lynn had ventured into.
And now he returned—
Only to rewrite the ending for her in the moment she was judged.
“You wouldn’t think that by mastering the power of the Prisoner of Destiny, you could become invincible in this world, would you?”
Divine Ancestor Xiya spoke coldly.
It encircled by storms and radiant golden thunder, its surface ignited with blazing white firelight, slicing through the sky like a humanoid calamity. Everything in its path, even space, suffered merciless destruction, transforming into pitch-black fissures that greedily devoured everything around.
Lynn did not speak.
He raised his hand—billions of threads of destiny gathered at his fingertips, like celestial stars flickering in and out of existence, as if the eternal night finally succumbed to silence.
The “Creative Authority” which Divine Ancestor Xiya prided himself on, at this moment, was as fragile as dust.
He attempted to mobilize the power of the entire river of time to crush Lynn, yet that torrent, capable of tearing stars apart, silently dissipated upon reaching him, as if it had never existed.
“You wield creation…” Lynn finally spoke, his voice calm as though stating a truth, “And I, write the end.”
In the next instant, the threads contracted.
No brilliance clashed, no lamentful tremors.
Xiya’s body began to fade from the fingertips, disappearing inch by inch like erased ink—not destroyed but “negated.”
His existence was thoroughly erased from all causality, every timeline.
As if Divine Ancestor Xiya had never been born.
The remnants of the gods floated in the fractured spacetime, like puppet strings severed, silent once more.
Lynn slowly turned around, his steps somewhat heavy yet still resolutely heading towards that sealed figure.
Doomsday Witch—Ivyst gazed at him transfixed, the tear stains on her face not yet dried, her eyes interwoven with shock, heartache, and indescribable longing.
Lynn did not speak, only extended his hands and gently unraveled the seal binding her.
The next moment, he tightly embraced her.
“It’s over.”
His voice still clear, yet carrying an unmistakable layer of fatigue, as if having traversed a million years of vicissitudes.
The Doomsday Witch trembled in his arms, her fingers instinctively clutching at his chest, afraid that this is but an illusion.
But his embrace was so real, his heartbeat transmitted through the fabric—slow, heavy, yet still unwavering.
She looked up at him.
The boy’s brows and eyes were as before, clearly still bearing that handsome and beautiful visage, yet his hair was stark white.
And from his voice, Miss Witch heard a barely perceptible trace of aging.
“Your hair…”
Her voice choked.
“It’s over.” He gently interrupted, fingertips gliding over her long hair, “Everything is over.”
She closed her eyes, finally crying freely in his arms.
This one hundred thousand years of waiting, loneliness, and despair… all dissolved entirely in the words “It’s over.”
…
The soft light of dawn gently spilled over Bartleion Manor, morning mist like gauze, lingering among the rose bushes and stone steps in the courtyard.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, resting on Ivyst’s eyelashes.
She seemed to have struggled out of an exceedingly long, dark dream, her heartbeat still slightly frantic, her breath somewhat hurried.
She dreamt of the gods’ judgement, the collapse of the universe, endless solitude and despair.
But in the next instant, she sensed the warmth.
Ivyst slowly opened her eyes, discovering the boy she loved to madness, currently curled up peacefully in her arms, deeply asleep.
His face was tranquil as ever, breathing gently, as if he had only gone through a weary adventure, finally returning home to rest.
She gazed at him, momentarily unable to distinguish whether this was a continuation of the dream or a real gift.
Until her gaze fell on her left hand—
On her ring finger, unknowingly, a simple iron band was adorned.
Rough, unadorned, with no ornate carvings, yet it tightly encircled her fingertip, like a silent and steadfast vow.
It looked very much like a wedding ring.
She gently lifted her hand, staring at the iron band, her mouth involuntarily turning up.
At that moment, tears silently slipped down.
She leaned down, bringing her face close to Lynn’s forehead, listening to his steady breathing, feeling his true presence.
“Welcome back…”
She softly murmured, as if speaking to him, or confirming it to herself.
Sunlight gradually brightened, enveloping the figures of the two embracing each other.
Everything returned to tranquility.
As if nothing had ever happened.
Yet also, as if a hundred thousand years had passed.
Ivyst softly broke into laughter.
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