Chapter 467: Witch

Klein truly set foot on this land abandoned by the gods.

It was also at this instant that a certain danger within the darkness latched onto him.

"Light!" Klein raised the "Unshadowed Cross" in his hand; a brilliant radiance surged from the cross, dispelling all the monsters in the darkness.

"The Authority of the Night, the power of the Fallen..." Klein sensed, then looked toward a certain direction.

There was a Dream Divine Kingdom that held a fatal temptation for him—"Fantasy Land."

Klein was silent for a moment, suppressing the impulse to teleport there directly, then oriented himself, held up the "Unshadowed Cross," and made a pilgrimage toward "Fantasy Land," one step at a time.

This was a ritual, and it was the ritual for advancing to Angel, which was extremely critical and had to be done to the best of his ability.

Along this journey, Klein even dispersed all his Historical Projections; aside from the necessary guarantees for his own safety, he no longer used any other Beyonder powers, relying solely on his Spirituality to approach "Fantasy Land."

Southern Continent, headquarters of the Witch Sect.

This was one of the most dangerous places in the world, located in a border city between East and West Balam, a region completely ruled by the Witch Sect.

Because of the friction between East and West Balam, and also because they claimed to believe in the Dream, the Witch Sect had actually developed and was openly proselytizing in the cracks between East and West Balam.

And because of the "Primordial Witch," no Church dared to go to war with the Witch Sect.

"... The Primordial Witch, the incarnation of calamity..."

At this very moment, inside the headquarters cathedral of the Witch Sect, the mid-to-high-level members of the Witch Sect were all gathered, holding the most grand sacrifice since the Fifth Epoch.

"Invite Witch Cheek!"

In this era, besides that "Primordial Witch," there was and could only be one Witch who could be called "Cheek."

The crowd kneeling on the ground parted like a tide, and Trissy Chick stood outside the crowd, looking coldly at everything before her.

At this time, Trissy was holy and dignified, unstained by a speck of dust, her appearance bright and brilliant; her skin seemed to shimmer with luster, exuding a charm that made even Witches feel ashamed of themselves.

Time seemed to have stalled at this moment; even the Demigod high-level members did not dare to look up, just waiting quietly.

"It is time." An Angel of the Witch Sect walked over carrying an exquisite tray; on the tray was a black-red heart that seemed to still be beating, pumping out wisps of faint black mist.

In these black mists, there were meteorites falling from the sky, the earth shaking and mountains swaying, and even the heavens collapsing and the earth splitting; that was the true "Doomsday."

Trissy looked at the huge, eerie, yet sacred "Primordial Witch" Statue in the very center of the cathedral, still making no move.

Only at this moment, the Sapphire Ring on its hand seemed to sense something, gradually blooming with a faint fluorescence, as if it had come alive.

Trissy Chick was in a daze for a moment, came back to her senses, and gradually walked toward the "Primordial Witch" Statue.

The "Primordial Witch" Statue also seemed to come alive; the stone-carved hair blurred and turned into venomous snakes, opening blood-red eyes to look at Trissy.

A certain terrifying sense spread throughout the entire cathedral; it was a grayish-white Curse, and everything that touched this aura began to petrify and die.

This was the gaze of the "Primordial Witch"!

And at the same moment, the beating of the black-red heart on the tray became even more powerful, gradually suppressing all sounds. Trissy's face was slightly flushed, her eyes moist, appearing even more seductive.

But in reality, this heart was echoing with her heartbeat, the rhythm gradually becoming unified.

Under the witness of that "Primordial Witch," this black-red heart gradually flew up and drifted toward Trissy's chest.

The Sapphire Ring on Trissy's hand suddenly flashed; the blue radiance melted the black-red heart, which finally turned into a mass of black-red liquid and gradually seeped into Trissy's chest.

It was also at this moment that the gaze of the "Primordial Witch" moved away, and the terrifying aura gradually faded.

"Success..." The Witch Angel's eyes were somewhat dazed; the plotting of over a thousand years had finally reached the last step.

She looked at Trissy, her expression gradually changing, becoming respectful; she lowered her head to show reverence, "Welcome, Primordial!"

"Welcome, Primordial!"

Various crisp, seductive, yet fanatical voices rang out in the Witch Sect headquarters.

"You have reached the final step; you only need to walk the path of the Primordial once more to become the only deity since the Fifth Epoch capable of walking on the earth."

The Witch Angel respectfully reported the final arrangements; she took out a black-iron-colored badge engraved with a banner, which in her hand gradually transformed into a vortex of blood-red and dark-black, pointing toward a patch of mist.

"Passing through this door, you can reach the starting point of the Primordial, where you will obtain the true, Primordial power."

In the end, even this Angel knelt on the ground, waiting for Trissy's decision.

Trissy Chick had always appeared calm and indifferent; even when that mass of black-red liquid merged into her body, she had no resistance.

But now, her eyes fluctuated for an instant, and she asked softly, "The starting point of the Primordial?"

"Yes! That is the land abandoned by the gods, and also the place where the Primordial awoke from chaos."

"Good." Trissy Chick nodded silently and walked toward the strange vortex; just as she approached, a phantom of a banner suddenly flashed across her forehead.

Klein marched through the darkness, not knowing how long he had walked, but with every step he took toward that "Fantasy Land," he could sense a resonance between his mind and the Dream Phosphor within his body.

His state unconsciously reached its peak, and after a long period of trekking, he finally saw the legendary "Fantasy Land."

"This..." Klein opened his mouth slightly; he had seen the sacred magnificence of the Giant King's Court and the silent shock of the Serene Temple, but the "Fantasy Land" before him still gave him a feeling that such a place could not possibly exist.

Countless rays of light extended from the void and intertwined in mid-air, like a rainbow, yet countless times more magnificent than a rainbow; it was like the Dream Sanctuary Klein had seen in the Phantom Realm, but even more sacred and more lofty.

If the Phantom Realm was the world's collective perception of beauty, then this "Fantasy Land" was the "Supreme Dream's" understanding and interpretation of beauty.

"So that's how it is..." At this moment, Klein suddenly sensed the changes in his body.

All the Dream Phosphor seemed to boil, connecting with the "Fantasy Land" before him, and a certain more sacred aura also began to emerge on him.

(End of chapter)