The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

If Perlis needs to break something like this, she can only use power of the same level as it.

Fortunately, she already has this power.

Unfortunately, such power comes at the cost of herself.

At the moment of freeing the white flame, Perlis felt her spirit being torn apart, as if something was constantly being peeled away.

Before she completely lost control, Perlis raised the [Broken Star], gathered the power of the white flame on it, and then rushed downwards, dragging a long string of bubbles and crashing into the trench -

"boom--"

The white flame dissolved the darkness, like a sailboat breaking through the waves. Perlis stabbed downward with all her strength. She could feel the space disintegrating at the tip of the sword, and she was sinking at the same time.

"Rumble--"

As the space of the trench broke, an undersea earthquake began. The plates of the earth's crust trembled, and Perlis could feel the sea water above her head shaking.

But she had no time to care about those things. She concentrated all her mental energy on maintaining her own personality.

When fighting for her body with the power of authority, "Perlis Havrgard" was just a thin piece of paper, and a slightly stronger wind could blow a hole in her.

But [Pure White Fireworks] is not wind, it is a storm.

Perlis fought against the storm and continued to sink in the trench alone. She could feel the pure white and darkness disintegrating her sanity together.

She felt her consciousness gradually blurring, as if many slices were being peeled off and moving away from her along with the rising bubbles.

At the same time, the light and shadow in the trench began to change rapidly, and Perlis felt that the surrounding sea water was sometimes cold, sometimes hot, and sometimes warm.

She was rapidly passing through the cracks in the netherworld's memories, and one ancient era after another was passing before her.

But she had no time to appreciate the wonderful scene around her. Once the valve of the white flame power was released, it was difficult to retract it. Slowly, Perlis felt that the pure white torrent was destroying her. Her eyes became more and more empty, and a faint white light began to emerge from her body...

Then, she suddenly saw a flash of icy blue.

"Little white flower, make a wish."

"...!"

Perlis opened her eyes and found that the torrent had disappeared without her knowing. She was standing on a barren plain.

The earth was red, with light flowing between the lines of the stones. The sky was blazing with divine light, and above the head were two suns moving erratically.

The pure white fireworks were still swirling around her, but they seemed to be suppressed by something, and the overflow process was stopped.

Perlis closed her eyes and checked her spiritual body.

She realized that she was now like a broken human-shaped paper, with flowing white flames flowing out from the gaps, which could tear the human figure apart completely at any time.

"..."

Perlis grabbed her chest with one hand, and she gathered her strength to draw the white flame back into her body.

Soon, the overflowing power returned to Perlis' body.

But even so, Perlis felt that she was almost full of holes and could collapse at any time.

Bai Yan's power is really strong...If the closed space can be opened again, then what else can't be destroyed?

Perlis recalled what had just happened. She felt that she held the most powerful authority in the world in her hands. Nothing could stand in her way.

The only way to gain such power is to give up herself.

Perlis didn't know how she managed to hold on. She only remembered a hint of icy blue that emerged from the darkness, and the gentle words.

Is Carly still looking at me?

"..."

Perlis raised her head silently and looked forward. On the red earth, a temple was standing tall.

The style of the temple did not belong to any civilization Perlis had ever seen, including the High Heavens. From one angle, the complex geometric structure of the temple looked like an ancient palace, from another angle it looked like a modern minimalist villa, and from another angle it looked like a pile of illogical geometric shapes. The strange and changing features were inlaid together, with unity in the chaos.

The door of the hall was open, and the flowing red light passed across the patterns on the door, and finally gathered at the top of the door to form a logo composed of an "ink bottle" and an "abstract flower".

Obviously, this is the [Temple of the Old Blessing].

This temple and the space it was in quietly settled in the depths of the trench of time. A powerful force stripped it from the earth and it sank into the abyss of the world as a separate space.

Over tens of thousands of years, plates moved, civilizations changed, and strata were repeatedly updated. The continents became seas, the seas became mountains, the mountains became trenches, and the trenches became mountains again.

But this temple still stays here quietly, with the light from the past flickering.

"..."

Perlis took a step and walked out of the temple gate. The ancient atmosphere rushed to her face, and at the same time, there were restless red lines jumping out from time to time in the darkness, as if welcoming, or watching.

After entering the hall, there was a narrow dark corridor, but after walking a distance, it suddenly turned into a seemingly infinitely wide hall. Perlis raised her head and found that she could not see the ceiling of the hall clearly. She only felt a faint red light coming from above her head.

As Perlis walked in the hall, she always felt something strange, and gradually she realized the source of the strangeness - something was watching her from all directions. Perlis wanted to use her factor vision to see those things clearly, but her instinct prevented her from doing so.

Her instinct sensed danger, danger beyond her station.

So she just walked forward in the hall with her head down. After walking for a while, the scenery in front of her turned into a narrow space without any warning - another dark corridor.

When she entered the corridor, red light outlined the complex shape of the ceiling, forming a faint glow.

With the help of these rays of light, Perlis was able to see the stone wall on one side of the corridor.

She saw intricate stone carvings painted on the stone wall - a man with huge wings spread out among the stars, his body was cracking, and countless tentacles sprang out from the cracks, reaching out to the surrounding stars.

With just a glance, Perlis guessed the man's identity -

——【Angel of Destruction】.

......

3) Temple of the Old Blessing (Part 13)

The moment she saw the mural, Perlis felt a pain in her forehead, and broken light and shadows flashed before her eyes.

The starry sky, the broken darkness, the angel in the ivory tower.

A strange light was emitting from the relief painting on the stone wall. Under the dome of the ivory tower, the supreme king was suspended in the air, and his huge wings covered half of the dome.

The feather fell down, and as it fell it transformed into a human form, before it took on a variety of features.

They spread their newly formed wings, and halos of various shapes lit up above their heads, flying around the king in the ivory tower.

Is that the scene inside the Ivory Tower? Countless angels surrounded the king, and the light trailing from their wings was like grace, but also like chains.

"...King, carve the tower with the spine of the world, and shape existence with the tears of concepts..."

Perlis took a deep breath, walked slowly forward, and continued to scan the next mural.

She saw a feather fall into the shadow of the ivory tower and gradually grow into a naked human figure.

There is no light, so the feather becomes a pair of wings with shadow. Its wings come from the shadow of the world, so each piece is the purest darkness in the universe.

The angels flying in the sky stayed away from it, so it just curled up in the corner alone, ignoring the grand scene above.

The king played music in the sky, and the angels recorded it and played the chords.

"...the finished manuscripts were played as music, and in the process of rising, they became the strings of fate; the discarded manuscripts were scattered, falling into the abyss under the tower, and falling in front of its eyes..."

"...in the shadow of the invisible river, it creates the purest darkness in the world, in order to destroy..."

Continuing forward, Perlis saw the naked angel curled up in a corner, wrapping himself with black wings. The other angels revolved around the supreme king, but it could only look up.

Through the relief, pheromones came to her face, and Perlis suddenly felt unwillingness and despair - it was the roar from the forgotten people. For those standing in the light, you can't hear its voice clearly, but even looking at it makes people feel heartbroken.

"...it gazed at the river of fate, looking at the grand flow woven by the strings, and it found that it was just a tiny note in it..."

Continuing forward, a new relief appeared in front of Perlis: she saw a violent torrent gushing out of the grand star gate, washing the trunk of the ivory tower.

Was it an attack by the Unspeakable on the High Heaven? Was it an attempt by the ancient gods in the box to tear open the limits of time and space? Perlis had no way of knowing.

The supreme king just waved his arm lightly, the string of fate was plucked, and a short note directly destroyed the form of the usurper. The blood of concepts flowed into the invisible river, dyeing the notes with abstract red.

The angels revolved around the king. They were unconscious but possessed the most basic divinity. They were naturally happy that the great flow had stabilized again. But no one looked at the guy in the corner. He was still curled up, not flying to the dome of the ivory tower, but just staying quietly in the shadows.

How can crows dance with doves?

It witnessed the flow of the river, and its ignorant eyes were stained with light. Perhaps it had never been integrated into this conceptual tower, it seemed to begin to... understand...

"...In the shadow of the long river, the shadow talks to it..."

Continuing along the corridor, Perlis saw a bigger shadow growing behind the Son of Shadow. It was the shadow of the shadow, the shadow of the world, the shadow of divinity.

Even if she was just watching, Perlis heard the familiar whisper:

"...I can grant your wish..."

Continuing down, Perlis saw black wings spread, and black crows flew through the white doves, through the falling feathers, and passed in front of the Supreme King.

The crow flew straight toward the invisible river, flying towards its destiny on its own initiative.

No one tried to stop it, even the King just continued to play, and the angels still circled around Him.

Who would retain something that has never been accepted?

Neither humans nor gods can do that.

"...It shuttled through the flow, was pierced by concepts, and flew to the edge of the box garden with the shadow of the high heaven covering the entire universe as its path..."

"...It longs for acceptance, so it uses shadows to reshape living beings and matter, turning everything it passes through into a meaningful companion..."

"...but it has already witnessed its own fate in the invisible river..."

In the next mural, a crow's wings obscure the nebula on an ancient and tiny dusty star.

He is no longer the abandoned child cowering in the shadows. Darkness flows on those black wings, mixed with memories of the civilization it devoured.

He had almost lost his human form, and his pitch-black tentacles hung down like a robe, tearing the earth's crust apart when they landed on the surface.

Plates began to drift under His coming, the atmosphere was expelled by His wings, and the stars were swallowed by His shadow.

He roared between heaven and earth, and witnessed his civilization turning into a memory in darkness in an instant, becoming his companion.

As the earth shifted, the giant stretched out his hands from the broken crust and climbed onto the surface. He was greater than the black-winged angel, and his huge eyes flashed with the heat of the star core.

Perlis recognized it, it was the [Mother Goddess Ersa].

The great mother goddess took off one of her eyes, hung it in the air, and transformed it into a new sun. The shadow of the black angel was completely dispelled by the sunlight.

He screamed and tried to fight back, but the only response he got was the torrent of stars in the Mother Goddess's ascended eye.

The high temperature tore apart His body, and the Great Mother Goddess tore open His wings, sank His body into the broken plates, and washed Him with the torrent of stars that spewed from her eyes.

He screamed and turned into pure concept again, shattered, and buried in the earth.

The Destroying Angel has fallen.

Before she knew it, Perlis found herself at the end of the corridor. In the flickering light and shadow, only the last picture of the relief painting remained: a crow with broken wings sleeping in the darkness.

Is this the life experience of the Destroying Angel?

Perlis stared blankly at the lonely body, not knowing what to feel.

She shook her head, clearing away the emotions, and looked towards the door at the end of the corridor.

It was a huge door carved with "Abstract Flower" and "Ink Bottle". The moment Perlis's eyes fell on it, red lines began to spread and gradually filled the outline of the door.

The door opened, and the heavy sound was like an eternal roar. Perlis passed through the door and entered the destination of this trip -

——The Palace of Ancient Blessings.

In front of her, the tall statue stood like a giant, with wings and strange geometric shapes intertwined and pieced together, and the characteristics of gods and beasts intertwined in the mass of creations, forming the shape of a giant tree.

Pearlis could not understand such aesthetics, but she instinctively felt that this might be one of the most beautiful things in the world.

At the very bottom of the unidentifiable tree, Perlis finally saw something she could understand—a human figure in a robe. His face was blurry, and the cloak behind him seemed to be blown by the wind and frozen in the air. It kept changing as it rose and turned into the main body of the statue.

Is this... the King in the Ivory Tower, the god hanging in the Ivory Tower?

He is the God of the High Heaven and the source of everything.

It was He who manipulated the course of fate, allowing Perlis to follow Halilali to the tiny dust star, from the "Descendant of the Sea of ​​Flowers" to the current "Perlis Hafrigard".

He stands at the center and origin of everything, playing the melody as if it has nothing to do with him, and gazing at everything with eyes that cannot be seen by anyone.

But all this is not so important to Perlis now. What is important is that chanting His name can allow Perlis to be promoted to [Star Seed] and transformed into [Pure White Flame].

So, I was brought here just to sweep away the seed of [Angel of Destruction] that was left by [High Heaven] at the edge of the box garden?

However, it doesn't matter anymore. Now that we are here, there is no turning back...