Chapter 137

“How adorable.”

Feeling the yearning of the boy in her arms, Ivyst’s heart raced slightly.

From the perspective of a dog, or even as a human man, he was exceptionally attractive and strong.

With this thought, Ivyst adjusted her posture to match his movements, gently cupping his face with her hand.

The boy’s heated breaths and rapid heartbeat all revealed his troubled state.

At that moment, his ocean-blue eyes were filled with confusion, mumbling something unconsciously.

“Your Highness… Your Highness.”

“I’m here.”

As if to calm him down, Ivyst softly brushed aside the hair on his forehead, attentively and gently responding to each of his calls.

“Witch Miss.”

Hearing that faint call, her expression instantly turned cold, her delicate bare feet gripping tightly, causing the boy to shiver.

Was he scared or just enjoying it? The atmosphere suddenly felt tense.

Are you deliberately trying to annoy me?

Feeling irked, Ivyst clenched her silver teeth and fell silent for a long while.

However, after a moment, it seemed she suddenly remembered something, her anger gradually fading, soon replaced by a meaningful smile.

Forget it.

Time is on my side.

After all, the one holding him close right now is me.

With this thought, Ivyst suddenly gazed at Lynn’s dreamy eyes with a strange expression.

In those ocean-blue irises, she saw her own reflection, but not just herself.

It was almost like looking in a mirror, wanting to imprint her current expression deeply into her memory.

At this moment, as the master, she was joyfully playing with her adorable little dog, knowing that many of his first experiences would soon be taken by her.

While you, would be like a stray dog, shackled in some nonsensical place.

You must be very angry right now, right?

But what can you do?

This is the punishment for getting a little too touchy with my little dog.

If it were the future you, you would certainly understand what I’m feeling at this moment, right?

Looking at the boy’s eyes where her reflection swirled, Ivyst’s lips curled into a mocking smile, exuding an alluring charm.

This was the barren land where all things meet their end, the very edge of time and space.

The ground stretched endlessly, desolate and barren, as if no life could ever be born here, and even the concept of death no longer existed.

Nothingness reigned supreme in this world.

No thing was meaningful, and no existence had a substantial concept.

It was as if everything had reverted to that primitive era when the world was just beginning.

At the far end of her sight stood a majestic temple, seemingly hewn by giants, reaching for the heavens.

It was hard to imagine what kind of great and terrifying existence could reside in the heart of this temple.

Or perhaps, from the chains of order that occasionally emerged and the sealing force from gods and demons, one could conclude that these were terrifying beings, created to imprison an even more terrifying existence.

This temple seemed firmly rooted here, unresponsive for tens of thousands of years, an eternal nail in the ground.

It was as if its symbolic meaning and the existence sealed within were merely tales spun by the gods.

Perhaps tens of thousands of years later, the temple would still stand quietly on this land, just like today.

Or perhaps, one day, the looming sword of Damocles would fall according to prophecy, bringing destruction to whatever dark power was sealed inside the temple.

However, such events were distant and certainly not something to expect at this moment.

It ought to be this way.

“Boom—!!”

At some point, sudden scorching red light exploded from within, as if to engulf the entire temple, resembling a second sun rising on the earth.

This powerful divine force immediately stirred the vigilance of countless supreme beings.

They cast astonished glances at one another, surprised that only after several tens of thousands of years, this terrifying temple imprisoning the witch had shown such a dreadful reaction once more.

Looking at that light strong enough to annihilate space and the earth collapsing around it, the powerful beings hurrying to the scene exchanged bewildered looks.

As far as the eye could see, the temple, under that almost all-consuming red light, seemed to morph into a bottomless black hole, swallowing all existence around.

Even concepts as illusory as laws and space were uprooted and crushed.

Yet in their eyes, this action seemed slightly crude.

Rather than an attempt to break free from the seal of the Temple of the Gods, it appeared to be a mere outpouring of extreme emotions.

What could have triggered such overwhelming rage in a witch who had lived for thousands of years, being sealed in this place?

They were utterly confused.

“Should we notify the divine ancestor?”

“The Xia Divine Ancestor is currently busy forging the sword of Damocles, better to inform Cyrilina instead.”

“Wait, that power seems to have faded away?”

A massive dragon with black scales unfurled its tattered wings, the tips dragging numerous dried corpses, letting out a low growl upon realizing the situation in the Temple of the Gods.

Just moments ago, the temple had been wrapped in that scorching red light, resembling an artificial black hole, but after tearing apart the surrounding area for who knows how many thousands of meters, the power finally quieted down.

It had come swiftly and left just as fast.

It seemed as if nothing had ever happened, and it was initially thought to be the witch’s desperate counterattack after accumulating power for thousands of years.

But now, it appeared that was not the case at all.

What was she plotting?

At this moment, the powerful beings casting their gazes upon this place of end had grave expressions, and all shared the same thought.

Inside the Temple of the Gods.

“…”

At this very moment, the Witch Miss, clad in a tattered black dress, had her eyes tightly shut, the red light emanating from within slowly receding.

Her breathing quickened, her ample chest rising and falling swiftly, the slender fingers hidden beneath her sleeves clenched into a tight fist, as if suppressing a certain extreme emotion deep inside.

After a moment, the Witch Miss slowly opened her eyes, a glint of anger and humiliation flashing through her crimson irises.

She bowed her head, staring at the order chains entwined around her, biting her silver teeth.

So delicate yet why can’t they break?

Dammit.

!

The once aloof and world-weary Witch Miss now displayed an unfamiliar side. If Lynn had seen her like this, he would probably be amazed by her vivid emotions.

After an unknown length of time, she finally calmed down from her chaotic feelings.

However, remembering those striking blue eyes from her memories, and the smirk reflected therein, the Witch Miss felt a deep-seated urge to drag her follower back to the Temple of the Gods immediately.

If only it hadn’t been just a few days since she last summoned him, her stored energy for breaking through the time-space barrier was still insufficient.

After all, these things aren’t accomplished just any old way.

Thus, for now, the Witch Miss could only futilely confront the increasingly numerous memories in her mind.

Recalling the strange sticky sensations on her feet, along with the boy’s strength and valor, she couldn’t help but bite her lip, but immediately, Ivyst’s face resurfaced in her mind.

“…”

Falling into silence for a moment, she slowly took out a piece of yellowed parchment.

She had previously given Lynn a piece to facilitate their cross-time communication, but it hadn’t been used much.

Yet now seemed a perfect opportunity.

Speaking of which, this was likely the first time in her hundred thousand years that she had taken the initiative to communicate with someone.

Her follower seemed to have become a bit lazy lately, not pouring all his energy into the trials she had set, so she decided to give him a little push.

“I” is an assembly; the yesterday me, the today me, and the tomorrow me are just subsets of “I.” The passage of time is the process of continuously placing today’s me into yesterday’s me and tomorrow’s me into today’s me, ultimately leaving only yesterday and today, with no tomorrow left.

So the question arises: if humanity’s primal desires are merely survival and procreation, what is the meaning of our existence, and where will the future take us?

Lynn lay lifelessly in Ivyst’s arms, his mind swirling with the philosophies of sages.

At this point, several hours had passed since he arrived in Ivyst’s room.

And he was gradually regaining his sanity from the flames of desire.

Realizing what he had done to this woman, Lynn could barely accept the reality.

It must be a prank, right?

Hehe.

“How much longer do you plan to lie there?”

Ivyst’s cold voice cut through the air.

At that moment, she seemed to have regained her prior coolness and authority, eyeing Lynn with a bizarre look, akin to a mother catching her child hiding adult books under the bed.

Hearing her reprimanding tone, Lynn jumped up.

“Your Highness, I…”

“Sticky and dirty,” Ivyst rolled her eyes, then stretched her arms out, “If your feet are dirty and you don’t want to wear slippers, carry me to the bathroom.”

Seeing her perfectly composed demeanor, Lynn immediately recollected the earlier events during his imprisonment beside her.

With a sigh, he raised his hands and hugged Ivyst.

Feeling the familiar scent of roses, Lynn at that moment resembled a saint, sitting calmly amidst the chaos.

I’m just her subordinate.

This is just a mistake every man makes.

With this thought, Lynn headed toward the bathroom.

Yet just a few steps later, he heard Ivyst softly murmur in his ear, “So, how about it? Have you fallen for me even just a little?”

Lynn nearly stumbled and fell to the ground.

Seeing Ivyst cover her mouth in a satisfied manner, Lynn took a deep breath and gently placed her in the bathtub.

“Want to join?”

Ivyst reached out and grabbed him.

However, given this woman’s nature, her words were likely just teasing, and he couldn’t possibly take them seriously.

Furthermore, Lynn considered himself to be in a saintly state at this moment, not susceptible to flattery.

“Your Highness, we’ll be arriving at Troy City tomorrow. It’s getting late; you should rest early.”

Feeling a sudden heat emanating from the parchment in his pocket, Lynn realized it was likely the Witch Miss contacting him, and thus, wanting to avoid delay, he hurriedly left Ivyst’s room.

“Heh, dog man.”

Watching him leave without a second thought after his needs were satisfied, Ivyst bit her lip, her elongated, beautiful eyes narrowing slightly.

But that’s what made it interesting.

Speaking of feet this time, what shall we play next?

As the corners of her lips lifted slightly, the bathroom filled with soft water sounds and thick mist, washing away the lingering filth on her fair legs and delicate feet down the drain.