Olivia remembered that when she first joined the Prophecy School, her teacher had told her that the greatest enemy of a Prophetess was her own curiosity.
Secrets weren’t something to uncover endlessly; one had to learn restraint.
Once a Prophetess touched those earth-shattering secrets hidden in the dark corners of the world, she could fall into an abyss from which there was no return!
“But I joined the Prophecy School precisely to spy on this world, didn’t I?” Olivia replied like that.
Later, relying on her exceptional prophetic talent and love for spying, she became the only King Rank Prophetess in history.
She was also the most useless King Rank in the entire world.
At least King Rank Priests could cast shields or heal themselves, but Olivia only knew prophecy.
From Rank One to Rank Ten, she didn’t even glance at any skills unrelated to prophecy.
Before reaching King Rank, besides deducing the future of the world and peeping into all kinds of secrets, Olivia’s favorite pastime was divining in front of adventurers and only saying half the truth.
Don’t ask, it’s a taboo that can’t be revealed. I know you’re anxious, but it’s best not to rush…
After reaching King Rank, Olivia discovered she could even spy on the gods themselves.
All the forbidden places she wasn’t allowed to glimpse before were now open for her detection.
The world gradually became transparent in Olivia’s eyes. As long as she wanted, there was no secret that could hide from her:
“So the reason the eleventh rank is sealed is because the gods themselves locked it away. No wonder humans can only ascend to Rank Ten at most… Huh? Was Hell really like this before it was destroyed? Ah, Faith Power! So this is the purpose the gods maintain their rule for? Haha, the world is so dark. No wonder those Desecrators keep rebelling—turns out the gods themselves can’t create worlds; they were just adventurers who grabbed divine authority early and reached the Twelve-Rank!”
“Tsk tsk, looks like only the origins of the Five Great Cataclysms are relatively clean. Let me take a look… Storm Dragon, Heavenfire Scorpion, Thunderquake Lizard, Death Omen Crow, and… hmm?”
When Olivia used the Mist Relic she bought from Deya City to divine, she found she had pinpointed two existences: one was the Mist Avatar of the Mist of Calamity, and the other was the Mistress of the Mist of Calamity?
“Where did a Mistress come from?”
Was there another big secret hidden here? Olivia immediately got excited and unleashed her full power to spy on the Mist from every angle.
After half a month of exploration, she finally broke through the Mist Lord’s passive anti-reconnaissance.
“Damn, I actually ran into a worthy opponent!”
It was the first time Olivia spent such a long time divining a single being.
She even discovered that the other party had been sleeping all along, and she had only been clashing with their passive defense.
It was like a boxing match where the opponent couldn’t move, yet Olivia had to beat them for a full fifteen days to win.
If the opponent had awakened actively, she probably wouldn’t even have been able to detect them… And during that time, those “This message has been flagged as inappropriate” auto-replies kept popping up on her screen.
She couldn’t understand them no matter how she looked, so annoying!
“Spirit Sight, activate!”
At the edge of the Mist, Olivia, who had just broken through the anti-reconnaissance, began examining the ever-weakening Mist.
She quickly saw through the ground to a small white snake peacefully sleeping underground.
The little white snake had pure scales on the surface and a pair of small wings, one gray and one white, growing on its back, looking very special. So Olivia used the Great Prophecy on it.
Under the Great Prophecy, Olivia saw the branching path of the little white snake’s fate.
Like other Cataclysms, the Mist had also given birth to its own will avatar—the Mist Feather Serpent.
The Mist Feather Serpent should have had a perfect start, much like the Death Omen Crow of the Death Tide of Calamity, since two divine authorities were hidden within them.
But an existence interrupted the Mist Feather Serpent’s path to godhood.
The Great Prophecy ran at full power, and Olivia followed the Mist Feather Serpent’s perspective as it slowly crawled through the Mist toward a quiet little chapel.
Inside the chapel, an existence that could not be looked at directly with the Great Prophecy sat quietly on a pew, holding one of the Twelve-Rank Gods’ authorities—the Supreme Authority of the Mist Lord—in its arms!
According to the divination’s hint, Olivia knew this was the Mistress of the Mist, though the Mist Feather Serpent seemed unaware.
It began trying to negotiate with this outsider.
But no matter how it tugged on their clothes or tickled their stomach, the other party remained unmoved.
The Mist Feather Serpent grew anxious—it was their home, so the authority in their hand should belong to them!
In frustration, the Mist Feather Serpent kowtowed deeply several times: “Please, return the authority to me!”
“Uh… aren’t you going to bite them a couple of times now that it’s come to this?” Olivia watched the Mist Feather Serpent’s pitiful attitude, not knowing what to say.
For over a hundred years, they stayed like this in the chapel, and in the end, the Mist Feather Serpent never harmed the other, sadly retreating underground never to emerge again…
Olivia couldn’t help but be amused. Compared to the other hot-tempered Cataclysms, the Mist’s personality was surprisingly meek. So who exactly was this Mistress of the Mist?
Since the Great Prophecy couldn’t directly reveal them, Olivia began studying things connected to the Mistress.
Five years later, Olivia finally discovered some artifacts and ancient texts from Ancient Humanity that were linked to them.
“From Ancient Humanity before the era of the gods…”
With everything prepared, Olivia applied all her life’s knowledge and the decoded ancient texts to the Mistress of the Mist.
When she broke through the anti-reconnaissance again, a short episode of the Mistress’s life flashed like a slideshow in her mind!
First, Olivia saw the Realm of the Order God—Heaven.
But it was different from the Heaven she knew now.
In the Mistress’s era, Heaven seemed more like a massive arena, and the Mist Mistress, bearing the codename “Truth,” stood bloodied in the center, repeatedly squatting up and down, surrounded by the corpses of other King Rank strongholds!
“So strong!”
At that moment, Olivia finally understood the automatic anti-reconnaissance message left by the one called “Truth”:
【Don’t waste your mana trying to spy. I’ll just tell you who I am: check the King Tier Arena leaderboard in Heaven, I’m the one ranked first.】
What a bold one! But thankfully, this wasn’t their era anymore. The times had changed; now gods ruled supreme. Mere King Rank challengers could no longer stir trouble!
Though Olivia didn’t particularly like being summoned around by the gods either, it was still better than being dragged into a solo fight by this Truth. After all, she had no combat ability whatsoever.
So she was grateful that the gods let someone as weak as her see the next sunrise every day. Respect!
The next moment, another scene from Truth’s life flashed in Olivia’s mind—what had passed was the past, now came the future:
Endless Mist rapidly devoured the Sanctuary of the Life Goddess’s Eternal Forest. Wherever the Mist spread, all life was devastated!
At the same time, the scarlet sky dyed the world blood-red. A desperate scream echoed continuously in Olivia’s mind.
“Is that… the Goddess of Life’s cry?!”
Olivia gathered her mana and forced the divination scene to look at the sky above the Eternal Forest.
She saw the Goddess of Life, having revealed her true form, grimacing as she clutched her chest, uttering pleading words like “No, don’t…”
Because a dark red claw had pierced through her chest.
And the owner of that claw was none other than the Mistress of the Mist, codenamed “Truth”!
“Damn it!”
That was the first thing Olivia said upon seeing the scene. Her sun had set……