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The night-blooming jasmine continued to whisper, so quietly.
“Since you believe me, why don’t you listen to my plan, Jennifer Hayes?”
"We still have a lot to talk about..."
……
"What are you talking about? Are you talking about getting us a nicer burial plot here?"
Jiang Kehan, who had already fallen into the abyss, looked up at the dazzling starry sky.
That was the radiance reflected by all the universes of the Cliff of Matter. The most dazzling of them all was undoubtedly the giant bubble that occupied half of the entire Cliff of Matter, representing the universe where the witch lived, the universe cherished by the stars.
Without a doubt, if a normal universe could accommodate a level 9 dragon, it must be a colossal creature capable of remaining unmoved through countless reincarnations. So, if level 9 dragons are as numerous as wild dogs, what kind of monster is the seemingly ordinary witch universe of the "Supreme"?
Jiang Kehan saw it at that moment, but her heart was filled with helplessness.
Because, it seems, they were fine when they arrived, and they didn't die when they got there, but they just can't go back.
Isn't that unexpected? Isn't that a pleasant surprise?
Jiang Kehan glanced at the witch beside her, who wasn't much taller than her, and her eye twitched.
The other person was wearing a long black robe over an overly flamboyant lace dress, which clearly showed their terrible taste, almost as if they were just wearing clothes for the sake of wearing clothes.
But what's a bit unreasonable is that because the other person has a beautiful face that exudes a touch of pitiful sadness beneath its aloofness, this haphazard attire somehow becomes quite charming.
The Great Witch, the Sorrow of the Eternal Night - Tania, no, now she should be called the Lord of the Underworld.
As Jiang Kehan watched her tease the Stream of the Underworld, she suddenly felt that either she was crazy or the world had gone mad.
The Abyss was far more dangerous and terrifying than Jiang Kehan had anticipated.
Let alone coming into contact with the completely corrupt and incurable Spirit Stream, just the "illusion" floating on this seemingly Spirit Stream, which was actually as big as the Material Cliff above, almost killed Jiang Kehan.
This thing, which resembles a white mist, contains countless memories of the destruction, rebirth, interaction, and sudden changes of universes, as well as emerging resentments. Perhaps only this place can contain it all.
Fortunately, just as Jiang Kehan was about to plunge into the white mist with her eyes wide open, a hand casually caught her and brought her here.
However, even without the white mist, the Underworld is not at peace.
They are called streams because these spirit streams have a fixed direction of flow, rather than being like the ocean with countless hidden currents.
It is simple, flowing quietly from one end to the other, if you ignore its roaring.
The polluted spirits were constantly splashing, and there was almost nowhere to hide except near Tanya; every place was a death trap.
What troubled Jiang Kehan the most was that Tania told her very seriously that she could no longer leave and that Jiang Kehan herself was the only one who could leave.
So, how could she withstand the omnipresent pollution and fly up?
Chapter 366 Death is too cruel, but romance also exists.
There are always some people in this world who don't care much about fame and fortune, and don't care about the opinions of others. They just live in their own little world and eventually become the so-called Sword God of Shili Slope.
For example, the original Sorrow of the Eternal Night, Tania.
She was a very strange witch, especially in her attitude towards life.
Tanya did not resist killing; in fact, she was quite adept at it. But she was always saddened by death itself.
At night, watching the once joyful and unrestrained beasts turn into darkness in one's eyes and gradually dissipate into unknown places evokes sorrow.
This darkness is the spirit that has been contaminated once again.
"I was born with the ability to see the face of death, but I can only remain silent about irreversible pollution, though I am unwilling to accept it."
Tanya withdrew her hand from the Netherworld Stream and said very softly.
“Death should not be such a cold and cruel thing, especially when there is another outcome in front of me as a contrast.”
"Have you witnessed the death of a witch, Kehan?"
Tanya turned to look at Jiang Kehan seriously and asked this question, which surprised Jiang Kehan.
To be honest, Jiang Kehan had seen quite a few, after all, with the existence of the Life Mark, every witch duel required the complete slaughter of the opponent.
But the witch's death that Tania spoke of was not simply death, but a return after death, like the material being left behind, the spirit being contaminated again, and then dissipating.
"I don't think so," Jiang Kehan said with a hint of melancholy after a brief silence.
She thought of World War II, in which countless witches were about to die, and felt a pang of sadness.
"I see. Have you ever thought about where witches go after they die?" Tanya asked.
Jiang Kehan couldn't help but look up at the projection of the cliff of matter, which resembled countless glowing bubbles and various broken rocks and glass.
She thought of the white flame and the rising star she saw when the first great witch was born.
And the longing that everyone saw at night in the Sky Sea before the Little Witch Selection Contest.
“Maybe it’s a beautiful place, what’s wrong?” Jiang Kehan asked back, not quite understanding what Tanya was trying to say.
Tanya's usually sorrowful face gradually broke into a smile, but under the embellishment of sorrow, it became all the more distant and...heart-stirring.
"We will fly into the sky and become part of the starry sky, Kehan."
“The witch’s body is not made of the spirits that represent change and the unchanging crystals. We are miracles born from magic and the hope in our hearts.”
"That's why witches have such a strong assimilative power, because hope and miracles are precisely such irrational things, aren't they?"
Jiang Kehan looked at Tanya, sensing the tranquility and joy in her words, and fell into deep thought.
Normal beings cannot possess a uniqueness that transcends time and space like a witch. If anyone has such a thing, it is probably only a few "supreme beings" who represent the universe.
On the other hand, the witch's ability to regenerate is also quite incredible, especially after becoming a Great Witch. As long as there are people or even things that "remember" her, she can return to this world again.
This is actually unreasonable.
Because normal extraordinary beings focus on constantly strengthening their spiritual essence, transforming such a volatile thing into something like a zero crystal, which can only represent themselves and is "something that should not exist".
Then, along with the Zero Crystal, which was the origin of matter, it was devoured and transformed into a terrifying existence that could rival the universe itself in terms of "quality".
These are the so-called Level 9 beings. After they die, they will not enter the normal "reincarnation" but will only perish.
Yes, unlike witches, no normal living being can actually achieve a meme-like rebirth. This is the price of transcendence and the essence of the extraordinary.
If there is a most reasonable explanation that can reconcile the contradiction between the uniqueness of witches and their ability to regenerate, it can only be that they have been incompatible with the universe and other living beings since birth.
The assimilation of the Witch's Cancer and the Witch's Blood that Solita experienced in the future is also based on this incompatibility.
However, Tanya's statement is not accurate.
Witches never represent so-called hope; they only represent themselves, and cannot even represent other witches.
"The starry sky?" Jiang Kehan became suspicious. She thought of the completely fake starry sky in the future, with no other planets, and it was purely a starry sky reflected by the existence of the Great Witch.
Therefore, witches cannot become real stars after they die.
“Yes, the starry sky,” Tanya said with a hint of pride.
"A starry sky that belongs only to witches."
"Kehan, in the witch's words, the starry sky means longing and protection."
"Although they have left, their care and love will forever accompany every witch from now on. This is the romance that belongs only to us."
Tanya looked directly at Jiang Kehan, her tone gradually becoming solemn and resolute: "Even if the road ahead leads to death, we will gladly accept it, isn't that why?"
"If one person's death can prove that a path that may be walked by countless people is wrong, then shouldn't it be called protection rather than death?"
"Shouldn't we cherish the memory of those who came before us, simply by looking up?"
"Therefore, the death of a witch is too romantic, and compared to real death, it is too cruel..."
Tanya paused, regaining her quiet sorrow, and looked at the ever-flowing abyss before speaking.
"That's what I'm here for."
She sighed softly, her hands clenching involuntarily; they looked far too small against the vast abyss.
"But I also have my own selfish reasons." Tanya gave a wry smile, sitting nonchalantly on the Stream of the Underworld, looking up at the projection of the Cliff of Matter.
"I also don't want to see the day when our home, our universe, is submerged, leaving us homeless again."
"This is what I, as a star, want to do too."
She smiled and murmured innocently, "I also want to protect you."
Jiang Kehan was stunned into thought. Her previously anxious heart calmed down, and her dark eyes, which had become dark from too much killing, gradually cleared.
"But isn't it the most fitting end for those greedy people to become part of the Abyss?"
"They are so ugly."
Tanya accepted Jiang Kehan's accusations readily, but her smile gradually turned mocking. She looked Jiang Kehan in the eye seriously and spoke.
"I don't care, and I don't want to pay attention to it."
"Kehan, witches are all obsessive, and sometimes their vision can seem too narrow, but would we care if we couldn't see other things?"
"We only rejoice in the things that we see in our narrow-minded eyes."
"Otherwise, why would I smell the scent of war, to the point that I fled to the Abyss to escape the fear of killing other witches?"
Chapter 367 Awakening in the Night
This is Tania, the Lord of the Underworld, who can conquer the entire Underworld on her own and live here so calmly and serenely.
She possessed an insatiable compassion for death, yet also a narrow-minded reluctance to interfere with the living—a clear distinction that defined the boundary between life and death.
"All I can do is prevent the witch from dying too completely." Tania's sorrow deepened, to the point that it sounded like she was sobbing.
Jiang Kehan was taken aback and asked in surprise.
"Isn't it said that witches become the starry sky after they die?"
"That's how it should be, but after stepping into the realm of the Great Witch, I realized that witches have the ability to completely erase the mark of another witch's existence, to the point that they don't even have the chance to become part of the starry sky."
That's why I was so anxious and rushed to the Underworld ahead of schedule, hoping to change the situation before the war began.
Tanya's smile vanished, and she grabbed Jiang Kehan's hand, her once tranquil eyes now pleading as she looked at her.
"I need your help, Kehan, in my own name."
"If you want to refuse, wait a couple of days until I have complete control of the Underworld, and then I will send you away."
Despite saying this, Tania gripped Jiang Kehan's hand even tighter, her hand trembling slightly with nervousness, a behavior completely at odds with Jiang's identity as the Lord of the Underworld.