It felt so good to be close to the witch!

[Mission Objective: Ensure the smooth conduct of the "Divine Descent Ritual."]

[Mission Completion Reward: The first perfect evolution of the talent [Infinite Desire].]

[In progress... The giant black heart has shattered, the divine descent ritual can proceed smoothly... Basic mission objective achieved!]

[Hidden Quest [Dark Sun's Glimmer] Completed! — Nineteen Tier 4 Saintly Professions did not undergo mutation, and the Pure Saintess Tristelle survived and comprehended the true meaning of the oracle "Lust."]

[—Basic reward for the mission: You will receive this reward after standing atop the Cathedral of Purity and witnessing the perfect conclusion of the descent of the gods.]

[——Hidden Quest [Black Sun Glimmer] Reward: Derivative possibilities of the Seventh Realm of Original Sin - The Realm of Lust. In subsequent talent evolution quests, the "identity" and "relationships" from this quest will be inherited.]

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The gray, smoky characters danced and burned before his eyes until the last character disappeared. The absolute darkness before Roy's eyes began to fade, and color flowed back into his pupils.

"Whoosh..."

A strong wind blew across his face, making his clothes rustle. At that moment, Roy was falling from a great height, lying on his back.

He looked up at the sky above, at the brilliant golden light of faith that had shot straight up after losing its enormous black heart. He saw the dark purple crack in the sky expand into a grand, dark purple halo as the golden light of faith entered.

Within the halo's reach, over 80% of the black cracks that covered the world were repaired. The black raindrops falling from the sky also decreased sharply as most of the black cracks disappeared, transforming from a "torrential downpour" into a "light rain."

The "catastrophe" was unstoppable. Even though Roy and Tristle had done everything within their power, they could only reduce the descending black rain, but could not eradicate it.

This is good, this is already very good... Compared to the apocalypse where the whole world was destroyed, this time, the nineteen surviving fourth-tier Saint Tu professionals and the pure Saintess Tristelle, along with hundreds of third-tier construct professionals and many more first- and second-tier professionals, have preserved a faint "spark" for this world that was "destined" to perish.

No one knows what the future holds, but as long as a glimmer of hope exists, however faint, there is always a chance to salvage the situation…

After delivering the powerful blow, Roy was completely exhausted and had no ability to adjust his posture as he fell.

"Hopefully, I won't be too badly injured when I land..."

He managed a weak twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Falling from a height of over 250 meters, without the protection of battle qi, even with his current physique, he would be seriously injured. If he was unlucky, he would land headfirst, and his life might even be in danger.

Fortunately, what Roy feared did not happen.

After falling several dozen meters, a gentle force caught his body, slowly lowering him to the top of the Pure Cathedral. Then, Roy felt his head rest on an extremely soft and warm surface.

He looked up, but the towering mountains blocked his view, preventing him from seeing the face of the body's owner.

People say that only after experiencing the world and witnessing its splendor can one realize that the most beautiful sight in the world is the one where you can't even see your toes when you look down.

But now Roy has a deeper understanding: looking up at the blue sky is harder than seeing countless other blue skies in the world.

As Roy's thoughts wandered, a gentle, soothing voice came from above him:

"Thank you for your hard work, sir."

Along with the sound came a delicate, fair hand gently stroking Roy's face.

Platinum light emerged from Tristle's hand and flowed into Roy's body, soothing his physical injuries and mental exhaustion.

As the strongest hidden class, "Pure Saintess," Tristle's healing abilities are unmatched in the entire world.

Under the influence of the platinum-gold light, within a few seconds, Roy felt his withered body regain some vitality.

"Cough cough... Now that you're here, what will happen if no one is there to preside over the divine descent ceremony?" Roy coughed a few times and asked in a slightly hoarse voice.

The "destruction" state caused severe damage to his body. Even though Tristle's healing methods were very strong, she could not restore his body's mobility in a short time.

"The divine descent ritual is over..." Tristle said softly, continuously channeling healing energy into Roy's body. "When the golden light of faith rises into the sky, I no longer need to maintain the ritual."

"Is that so..." As the healing energy continued to flow in, Roy, who was gradually regaining his strength, prepared to sit up, but before he could make a move, Tristle's hand gently pressed on his shoulder: "Agent, you still need to rest well, you can't move around."

Roy paused, then didn't insist any further.

The mission objective has been achieved. Now, he only needs to witness the conclusion of the "divine descent ceremony" to undergo the first perfect evolution of his talent [Infinite Desire].

Standing is witnessing, lying down is also witnessing; there is no difference.

"I'm sorry, Tristle, I ultimately couldn't completely stop the 'catastrophe' from coming..."

Looking at the drizzling "black rain" falling from the sky, Roy said in a low voice.

“What does this have to do with you?” Tristle’s voice carried a different kind of gentleness: “This is a calamity for the world. Even if you are revered as the representative of the gods, in the end, you are still made of flesh and blood.”

"You have done enough."

Roy fell silent and stopped speaking.

The "catastrophe" of the seventh realm of original sin, the realm of lust, deeply affected him.

He pondered what would happen if his world were to suffer a similar calamity one day. What would become of him and the witches?

he does not know.

Looking up at the increasingly brilliant purple central fissure in the sky, and the pitch-black cracks that covered the sky, Roy unconsciously clenched his fist.

Compared to such earth-shattering power, he was still far too weak.

Gods, deities...

Even beyond the legend, there is still a long road ahead.

But right now, he's nothing more than an "ant" who hasn't even achieved legendary status yet.

……

The eerie purple ring that spread high in the sky eliminated most of the dark cracks, but black rain still dripped continuously from the remaining dark cracks.

They fell to the earth, silently affecting the magic of heaven and earth, and bringing about drastic "abnormal changes" to living beings.

Compared to the previous mission process, this change was much gentler. Ordinary people who were exposed to a few raindrops would not immediately undergo a mutation. This gave the beings of the "Seventh Realm of Original Sin - The Realm of Lust" some breathing room in the face of the "catastrophe".

Roy leaned against the soft, warm lap pillow, looking up at the dark purple crack in the center of the sky.

As the golden light of faith continued to pour in, its color became increasingly deep, and in a trance, a hazy figure appeared before the eyes of all who looked up.

But no matter how hard people try to see, they cannot make out His face or His form...

But the moment He came into view, everyone felt a sudden realization.

He is the supreme god!

At that moment, all the believers who had survived the ordeal knelt down on the ground in devotion, weeping with joy.

The golden pillar of faith, rising high into the heavens, gradually shrank until finally, only scattered golden specks remained.

The "deity" standing behind the dark purple rift seemed to lower its head and glance at the masses of people on the ground.

A world ravaged by war, creatures polluted by black mud...

A faint sigh echoed in everyone's hearts.

At the top of the Pure Cathedral, Tristle, who was gently stroking Roy's hair, paused. Then, Roy, who was lying on her lap, sat up under a force and sat next to Tristle.

"Agent?"

A clear voice rang out, and Roy turned his head to meet Tristle's gaze.

Tristle's pupils were a rare pale gold, quite beautiful, but at this moment, Roy saw a different kind of charm in those beautiful eyes.

That was something Tristle could never have had before.

Roy was shaken, and a guess began to form in his mind: "Who are you?"

Tristle smiled slightly, her expression innocent yet possessing an alluring charm: "As my agent, don't you know who I am?"

"I am the god you speak of, and the ruler of this world."

"Tisel, the Demon of Lust".

Roy's pupils dilated little by little. Although he had some guesses, he was still unable to suppress his shock when the other party admitted his identity.

“How peculiar…” Tristle, no, it should be said that the lustful demon Tysel, turned her head to look at Roy, her eyes full of curiosity: “Your soul actually possesses a trace of the power of ‘lust’? In a sense, you are indeed my agent, but I don’t remember ever sharing that power.”

Roy's heart tightened at the words of the lustful demon god Tizel, but then he chuckled and shook his head: "Forget it, I'm too lazy to investigate. This is just an 'illusion.' When the 'dream' ends, everything will be forgotten, and there's no point in asking any questions."

"However, even if it's just an 'illusory scene,' I will still be deeply grateful for your help. Perhaps when we meet again, I won't remember who you are, but..."

"My proxy, the bond between us will always remain."

The lustful demon god, Tiziel, stood up, extended her slender finger, and gently touched Roy's brow: "I am about to fall into slumber. This wisp of my soul cannot last long. Consider the remaining power my reward to you."

“I will share with you a wisp of the true authority of ‘lust’ as proof of your authority as your agent.”

"You must live well, okay? When I wake up, I will definitely find you, my dear proxy..."

A strong, dark purple light appeared, and at that moment, the world seemed to stand still.

An invisible and intangible power of authority merged into Roy's soul. Before his eyes, prompts on a character panel kept popping up, but Roy ignored them. Instead, he stared wide-eyed at the "god" before him and hurriedly said:

"Lord Tysel, could you tell me the source of this black mud, and why this catastrophe occurred in this world?"

A slender, humanoid figure of ethereal purple light emerged from Tristell's body. As the power of authority dissipated, the light on her body gradually dimmed, and her form became increasingly transparent.

In response to Roy's question, the lustful demon Tyrael calmly replied:

"The black mud you speak of is actually called the Power of the Abyss, and its source is called the Abyss."

"That place is where the evil of all the heavens and myriad worlds accumulates and settles, and it is the most filthy place for living beings."

"Without divine power, do not attempt to peer into the 'Abyss of Sin'."

"When you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you."

"Please remember this..."

In the end, the body of the lustful demon Tysel had become completely transparent. He lowered his head, seemingly laughing:

"Well then, farewell, my proxy."

"One day, we will meet again."

Chapter 158 The New Changes of Infinite Desire! A Surge in Strength!

"and many more!"

Roy reached out his hand, wanting to stop him; he still had so many questions to ask. But the moment he raised his hand, the transparent body in front of him turned into countless specks of light, scattering in all directions.

In front of Roy, Tristle blinked as if waking from a dream, her bright eyes meeting Roy's gaze.