What kind of magic? This is called cultivating immortality!

Xu Yuan waved casually, "I'm leaving now, I still need to prepare the 'gift' properly."

As soon as she finished speaking, her body lightened, and she leaped directly from the fifty-story building, disappearing into the buildings in an instant.

"He brought this on himself..."

Creation murmured, and was about to turn and leave when the space in front of him suddenly tore open silently, revealing a dark rift.

A nun, enveloped in holy light, emerged from the light, longbow in hand, sharp arrows locked firmly onto the head of Creation.

Do you think this makes sense?

Facing the arrow aimed straight at her vitals, the Creator Witch remained calm: "So what if you kill me again? I will be reborn. Your father Otto needs my power to build and perfect a new utopian world for him."

"You are nothing but his puppet."

"In the kingdom of God, who is not his puppet?"

Creation chuckled: "Just like you, who were clearly dead, yet were resurrected by some unwavering force; and your poor mother, I watched with my own eyes as your father created her, only to kill her again, each time without a second thought."

“That’s not my mother. My mother died twelve years ago.” The nun’s voice was icy, filled with murderous intent.

Twelve years ago, the witch descended and invaded.

“That’s a real shame.” Creation said calmly, then suddenly suggested, “How about we have a chat? I remember we’ve always been at odds with each other and haven’t had a peaceful conversation yet.”

The nun did not speak.

Assuming she had tacitly agreed, Creation continued, "If it weren't for racial conflict and differing stances, I think we might be able to become close friends who can talk about anything."

"Pfft." The nun suddenly chuckled, her tone full of sarcasm. "How pathetic and lamentable. All of you witches were kept in the dark from beginning to end, unable to see the truth until your deaths."

"It's always like this. You say the same thing every time, and when I ask you, you're unwilling to explain things clearly."

“The precepts bind us and cannot be spoken of. Besides, even if I explained everything clearly, you wouldn’t believe me.”

"Perhaps."

Creation changed the subject: "I've always been curious about Otto's background and what role he plays in Destiny. His current name and appearance are all disguises, but unfortunately I've never been able to see his true face. Can you satisfy my doubts?"

What makes you think I'd tell you?

“Alright, let’s change the subject.” Creation really did ask whatever came to mind, just like a good friend. “You should know that we witches are high-dimensional beings, born with extraordinary powers. A small number of girls among you humans are lucky enough to be chosen by higher dimensions, which is why they have the power to fight against us. But Otto is just an ordinary human. Why can he control extraordinary powers? He can even reverse the life and death of witches? And why does he want to destroy this world when he is clearly human? These are the things I still can’t understand.”

The nun stared at her silently for a moment, then turned and stepped into the spatial rift, disappearing without a trace.

"Sigh, what a pleasant yet unpleasant conversation."

Space cracks open, creating a step into the void.

Peace returned to this place.

……

Another empty, uninhabited area north of the river.

Zhong Hui sat cross-legged on the ground, with intricate and mysterious array patterns engraved in front of him.

Within the formation, ninety-nine Seeds of Lamentation were arranged in a specific order. Most of the Seeds of Lamentation had lost their luster and turned pitch black. The spiritual energy contained within them was being continuously drawn out and poured into the stone gall in the very center.

The stone, which originally shone with a deep purple light, gradually began to emit a dazzling golden halo under the infusion of massive amounts of spiritual energy.

"boom!"

A slight popping sound.

This means that the first seed of lamentation was completely drained, and then it seemed to trigger a chain reaction, with the remaining seeds exploding and turning to ashes one after another.

The stone in the very center became increasingly translucent, with a rich golden light penetrating the skin, dazzling and eye-catching.

This also means that success is on the horizon.

The process of ripening gentian is a laborious and extremely resource-intensive undertaking, which is difficult for ordinary people to maintain unless they are exceptionally talented.

Until the last Seed of Lamentation was exhausted, the Stone Gallstone instantly burst forth with an extremely dazzling golden radiance, like a nascent light source, so bright that it was difficult for people to open their eyes.

done?

The dozens of magical girls who were quietly watching all showed joy in their eyes, but none of them dared to make a sound and disturb them, for fear of ruining their efforts.

Zhong Hui remained silent, gazing at the ripe gallstone.

Chapter 86 The Divine Eye Begins to Form

Zhong Hui gently lifted the glowing stone gall, as if he could read everyone's thoughts, and said softly, "The previous steps have all been completed. Now comes the most crucial part. I will cut open the stone gall and drip the golden bile into my eyes. If successful, everything will be possible; if unsuccessful, all will be lost."

"Just go ahead and do it," said Fei Ye, representing the magical girls present, expressing her support.

Cangxing bit her lower lip tightly, a hint of worry creeping into her heart.

She already knew the consequences of failure, but having come this far, there was no turning back. She could only pray silently in her heart, hoping that Zhong Hui would succeed.

The entire arena fell silent, everyone staring intently at the figure in the center of the arena.

Under the expectant gazes of many, Zhong Hui gently sliced ​​the stone open with his fingers, revealing a pure and translucent golden liquid flowing through its shell, shimmering with light.

With a slight thought, one drop, two drops... clear golden bile floated up and fell precisely into his eyes.

One drop fell from each of her left and right eye sockets.

The next second, a searing pain swept over me, as if my eyes had fallen into a raging furnace.

"hiss……"

Even though he had experienced it once before, Zhong Hui still couldn't help but gasp in pain.

This excruciating pain is hard to describe. It feels like being burned by fire, like having your eyeballs soaked in corrosive liquid, and like countless fine threads drilling into the back of your eye and stirring it wildly.

But this was only the beginning of the suffering.

After the first wave of bile was completely absorbed by the eyes, two more drops of golden liquid flew into the eyes in succession.

This time, the pain intensified exponentially, as if a pair of giant hands were gripping my eyeballs tightly with overwhelming force, yet I couldn't crush them, leaving only endless torment.

The fourth drop, the sixth drop, the tenth drop...

Once each round of original solution is absorbed, new original solution is immediately added without any pause.

Under the extreme pain, Zhong Hui's body trembled slightly, and fine cold sweat broke out, soaking through his clothes.

Cangxing's heart tightened even more as she watched.

The others also felt a chill in their hearts. Although they had not personally experienced this pain, just looking at Zhong Hui's appearance at this moment was enough to imagine the torment he was going through.

This steely willpower inspired admiration in everyone present.

After more than ten minutes, the golden liquid inside the stone gall was finally almost exhausted.

Zhong Hui was soaked in sweat.

When the last two drops of bile flowed into his eyes, this grueling ordeal finally came to an end.

Everyone in the audience held their breath, their eyes fixed on Zhong Hui, who stood in the center of the room with his eyes closed and head bowed.

The surroundings were deathly silent. No one dared to speak or make a move, for fear that the slightest sound would cause an unexpected change and lead to the failure of this costly operation.

【…】

[Host is truly ruthless. Just like these native magical girls, you didn't perform a secondary purification of the Lament Seed, directly absorbing the magic into your eyeballs. Fortunately, being a magical girl won't cause blindness… Oh well, as long as it doesn't endanger your life, I have no right to interfere with any of your actions.]

After confirming that no problems had occurred, the revived system fell silent again.

Time passed by, second by second.

Zhong Hui's breathing was steady and long, his breath strong and continuous, as vigorous as the blazing sun.

But he remained seated, eyes closed, as if in a deep sleep, without making the slightest movement.

Among the patiently waiting crowd, some people gradually could no longer suppress their anxiety.

too slow.

Was it a success or a failure?

Without any news or confirmation, they could only wait anxiously around them.

If Fei Ye hadn't remained silent and waited to calm everyone down, someone probably would have already stepped forward and tried to wake Zhong Hui.

Only Cangxing kept her gaze fixed on Zhong Hui from beginning to end, her initial worry and tension gradually turning into unwavering trust.

He will definitely succeed!

"Hahahaha!"

Suddenly, a hearty laugh broke the silence.

Immediately afterwards, everyone heard Zhong Hui, who was sitting upright, recite in a low voice:

Fifty years have passed since I witnessed prosperity and hardship.

I will not regret dying and being cut off from the path of life and death; I will draw my sword again and the world will be clear once more.

The heavens are not yet settled, the strange phenomena have not yet been quelled, I bear the weight of countless ages on my shoulders, and worry about the people of the world. Why should I cherish this frail body?

"..."

Fei Ye, who had been quiet all along, could no longer hold back and turned to Cang Xing beside her, asking in a low voice, "Is he usually like this?"

“Uh…” Cangxing was speechless for a moment, and after a few seconds of silence, he managed to reply, “It should be… it should be because he’s in a better mood today.”

After reciting the poem, Zhong Hui looked up at the sky, suddenly opened his eyes, and two golden beams shone out and disappeared into the clouds.

Seeing this shocking scene, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and didn't bother to examine his abstract performance any further.

It's normal, you'll get used to it.

These days, which magical girl didn't have a bit of a chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) when she was young? Maybe even more serious than this.

As the golden light faded, Zhong Hui looked at the crowd and nodded in acknowledgment.

Golden pupils?

Cangxing's eyes lit up, and she quickly ran forward, exclaiming with envy, "Wow! Your eyes are so beautiful! From now on, when I wear makeup, I won't even need colored contact lenses!"

"Those naturally golden eyes are simply a born cosplay ideal! They could fit into many specific anime characters, and I really want one too!"

"Zhong Hui, is there a painless way to replicate someone? I don't need any special abilities, just the ability to change the color of my pupils. I want purple!"