Chapter 123: The Truth of the Deity

Circe shook her head. "I once wanted Medusa to revive the soul of Glamdring. After all, the Alchemy Emperor was indeed a man of great talent and vision; perhaps he could have been a great help in fighting this world-ending catastrophe. But she refused. She said she didn't want to desecrate her most respected opponent."

Although Circe believed that women held an extremely high status and that men should be enjoyed by women, making her an extreme "feminist," ultimately, her heart was with her tribe and country. Otherwise, she wouldn't have become one of the Three Witches back then, enduring those difficult tribal years together.

But her disciple Medusa was even more extreme than her. In Medusa's eyes, what did the world's destruction have to do with her? She had her own pride; she wouldn't resurrect the Alchemy Emperor, acting on impulse, disregarding the big picture, and only thinking about her own breakthrough.

The result was failure, leaving behind a desperate mess.

But as Medusa had said before: "We placed the hope of the entire world on her, the most evil Witch Emperor in history. Is she crazy? Or are we crazy?"

"What should we do now?" Emperor Almin asked with a solemn expression, looking at the assembled crowd and the ancient legendary witch Circe. "Presumably, all of you who have gathered are the last hope for this world."

Ancient legends said that when Circe died, she was a Level 6 Legendary Witch. Now, having become a ghost, she has continued to cultivate and has entered Level 7 Epic.

Furthermore, Circe's ghost had opened up an unprecedented "Necromancer" cultivation path, cultivating with a ghostly body to improve one's witch realm. The difficulty of this was no less than creating entirely new realms.

"Already Level 7 Epic? Could it be that the ancient Three Witches, Circe, is close to breaking through to demigod?" Almin ignited a glimmer of hope.

Circe sighed. "It's difficult, too difficult. This is an unprecedented path, and it's even harder than cultivation for the living. I have almost no chance of breaking through to demigod. Medusa is the only hope."

Almin also fell silent. Although they were now in a predicament, there was still more hope than before. After all, on their side, they had Circe, Charlotte, and herself—three Epic Witches.

"Oh, right," Almin suddenly thought of something. "Can the resurrection of the dead revive Medusa?"

Circe said helplessly, "I haven't mastered that forbidden witchcraft; it's too complex. Although Medusa gave me the complete principles of the witchcraft, the witchcraft system she created requires countless years to master. After her death, there's no one who can revive the dead..."

Circe knew clearly that over the past nearly eight hundred years, her disciple's accumulation of knowledge and various achievements had long surpassed her own. However, Medusa's personality was too radical, too extreme.

"However, although I cannot revive the dead, she might be able to self-resurrect!" Circe suddenly said.

Self-summoning? Gathering her own ghost?

Circe gave everyone an encouraging piece of news. Circe said, "I once saw her mention such a concept in her witchcraft notes: after her own death, she could gather her soul, live a second life, become a Bodiless Underworld Emperor, and return."

Everyone was a little excited. But Charlotte spoke up from the side, "This is just a concept. If she really could, she would have saved herself long ago, without waiting until this moment."

"Yes, if she could revive from death, she would have resurrected long ago; it wouldn't be so calm now," Circe sighed calmly. "But although I cannot revive the souls of the dead, I can barely communicate with her scattered consciousness from before her death. I can see if she attempted self-resurrection before dying, but failed."

As Circe said this, everyone around stepped back a pace. Everyone knew that Medusa had been defeated, but by communicating with Medusa before her death, seeing what she experienced just before she died... perhaps her failed resurrection was due to a missing condition, which they might be able to help with. Or perhaps, before her death, Medusa left them some information about an evil god that could help them find a solution to their current predicament?

Whoosh!

A strange, grayish-black ripple slowly spread out. Calls from all directions, at a certain frequency, diffused outwards, seemingly waiting for a response from somewhere.

Swish!

Like waves of ripples. A full half hour passed before an echo seemed to appear from somewhere, and a voice resonated in everyone's minds.

It was Medusa's voice from before her death.

"Is this... truth?"

"I saw death! So the truth of death is something that can never be touched; one can only see it upon truly embracing death..."

This voice carried extreme joy.

She succeeded! Everyone exchanged glances; this was indeed Medusa's voice from before her death, a joyous sound that had once spread throughout the entire mountain range.

Next, they heard another segment of sound. It was a heartfelt whisper to herself: "I have finally broken through! To ignite the divine flame is to be—"

Everyone was stunned; a fine cold sweat broke out, and goosebumps rose on their skin. Could it be that Medusa had not failed then, but had actually... But if she had already broken through to demigod, she would surely have ignited the divine flame and become a god. How could she have died??

"Perhaps Medusa's death at that time concealed an even more terrifying truth." The entire Babylonian Royal Palace fell silent. Countless witch ministers, Circe, Charlotte, Almin, and even Pan Yuxian, instantly showed expressions of terror.

"Listen!" Almin suddenly clutched her staff tightly, her fingers turning white from the pressure, and she roared, "Listen!"

Medusa's voice continued to echo.

"This world is a sham! It's a cage!"

"The gods in heaven are deceiving us!!"

"This barren land simply cannot give birth to deities; for weak beings like us, with the Divine Bridge broken, it's impossible to take that step!"

"Gods in heaven!! If you are benevolent, if you are merciful, why don't you accept..."