Enya entered the stone gate.
She slowly came to a halt, her body shimmering with a faint Silver Aura.
Before her lay a Starry Night World.
No matter how brilliant or beautiful it was, there was no place to stand.
The stars were all fake.
There was no gravity here, and staying for too long would cause one to lose their sense of direction, even inducing an unspeakable dread toward the scenery.
Enya looked ahead.
In that direction, the background of the starry night was blue, while the area behind her was red.
She stopped flying and walked forward slowly.
After walking for a distance, Enya arrived at the area covered in blue light.
This place was different from the empty void from before. In front of her sat a Sarcophagus!
Enya narrowed her eyes.
Upon seeing the Sarcophagus, she did not approach immediately but stood in place to observe it. It was approximately 2 meters long and 60 or 70 centimeters wide.
That was her estimate.
The lid of the Sarcophagus had been moved slightly, and from that unclosed gap, a soul-seducing aura was wafting out. Enya sensed something trying to corrupt her soul, but she was completely immune!
“Heh…”
With a cold snort, she took out that dagger — the strange dagger she had obtained from the elderly one-armed man.
However, after Enya brought it out, it remained in a dormant state, showing no special reaction to this space.
Enya knitted her brows and couldn’t help but wonder, ‘Is this not the place?’
*Clack.*
It was the sound of stone moving, specifically the lid of the Sarcophagus.
Enya looked toward it.
Nothing had changed, as if the sound she just heard was a hallucination.
The Sarcophagus lay there quietly, as if eternal ages could not change it, like a ship anchored in the long river of time.
Enya walked toward it slowly.
Halfway there, she suddenly stopped and gripped the Spirit-Soothing Flower Dagger tightly, slashing casually at the space above the Sarcophagus.
Sky Sword Ten Extremes: Ninth, Ksana!
Ksana was but a single moment, the ultimate extreme of speed. It had even become a law; it was a sword strike that could not be dodged.
Blood erupted from the empty air.
An exceptionally tall figure, his body severed into two pieces, fell before Enya.
He propped up his upper body and raised his head, staring fixedly at Enya with sunken, murky eyes.
Tulius tried to raise his hand, only to find that his limb had already been contaminated by this space…
That withered arm was currently twisting.
No one knew what it would become; perhaps it would turn into a Demon.
Regardless, it no longer wanted to be a hand. Even a hand wanted a life of its own!
Every organ in Tulius’s body, even every cell, wanted to become independent from him at this moment.
They had been endowed with Desire by the “Mystery.”
Yet, across from Tulius, Enya remained completely unchanged. He stared with wide eyes.
“Why… Dragon Tribe… woman… is here?”
“?”
Enya could roughly understand what Tulius meant.
Within the Scholars of Dawn, there were indeed members of the Dragon Tribe involved.
A White Monster lunged at her, but Enya didn’t even look.
A single strand of Sword Qi killed it instantly, and it did not revive.
It was a mutation formed from Tulius’s white robe.
The thin man before her was struggling to crawl toward the Sarcophagus.
When Enya looked over, Tulius’s pale, hay-like hair had already come to life.
They didn’t want to stay on his head anymore and were frantically crawling outward one by one.
Just looking at it was agonizing.
Tulius didn’t make a sound, continuing to crawl toward the Sarcophagus.
His contaminated left hand had already torn itself away from his body, followed by various pitch-black organs crawling out of his chest cavity.
Tulius had been betrayed by his own body.
Desire was dismembering him — dismembering this Mist Bishop, a Tier 7 powerhouse, a powerful existence who had stepped into the high ranks.
Enya watched him silently.
From the moment Tulius stepped through the stone gate, he was already unable to survive.
It seemed the injuries Enya had caused him while playing the role of Lilith were even greater than she had imagined…
Even if Enya hadn’t entered, Tulius wouldn’t have lasted long enough to push open the Sarcophagus.
He could only watch as he was dismantled bit by bit by Desire.
The monsters transformed from his body fragments were also ruled by Desire, tearing and crushing themselves down until they finally vanished into nothingness.
He was only 1 meter away from the Sarcophagus at the end, but Tulius would never cross that distance.
In the starry night, those flickering lights seemed to mock him.
Even Tulius’s soul could not escape the control of Desire; his spiritual phantom continuously disintegrated under the starlight.
In this world, after a person died, their soul would leave the body and endure the erosion of the Soul Sea Wind, disintegrating before returning to the Spirit Sea.
If one had committed too many evils and was cursed during life, those curses would erupt at this moment.
Conversely, blessings could eliminate some of the knife-like pain brought by the Soul Sea Wind.
Of course, one could also seek the protection of the gods.
The soul would shatter into falling snow, washing away everything to return to the Spirit Sea, where new life would condense into a soul.
Birth, growth, and then death — this cycle was the reincarnation of this world.
By dying in this separate space, Tulius would never be able to return to the Spirit Sea.
He would be tortured by Desire forever until the destruction of the world.
However, at the very end, his soul spoke a few words to Enya.
“Hahaha, I know now… It’s you!”
“They all fear you because you can truly kill them…”
“They call you… Saint—”
Enya saw the head of Tulius’s soul shatter, and her lip couldn’t help but twitch. ‘Can’t you speak a little faster?’
‘So, they call me Saint-what?’
Tulius was the Plague Elder of the Cult of Calamity, so was “they” referring to how the cult addressed her?
“But there’s another possibility,” Enya said seriously after straightening her expression. “He got the wrong person.”
After all, she was wearing armor and had the physical traits of the Dragon Tribe.
She didn’t look like the Silver Sword Maiden Enya of the past at all.
It was normal to misidentify her!
Enya scanned the surroundings.
Those living fragments had completely torn themselves apart, shrinking to a size invisible to the human eye. The dignified Mist Bishop had vanished just like that.
Technically, he now existed between life and death but would never reach either extreme for all eternity. Perhaps this was Divine Punishment…
Enya retracted her gaze and looked at the Sarcophagus once more.
If she wasn’t mistaken, the thing she wanted was inside.
She walked up to the side of the stone container. It was perfectly rectangular, and its body was covered in intricate carvings.
The long carvings on the left and right sides depicted a ruined world and a world of pleasure.
Enya recognized these two scenes; they were descriptions of the Authority of Essence and Desire, the same as the ones on the four pillars at the entrance of the ruin.
On the two shorter ends, one depicted the Dual Moons — one purple and one silver — while the other showed starlight blanketing a falling night.
The carvings looked exquisite, almost as if the Sarcophagus had been made yesterday.
As for the carving on the lid, it was a woman holding an Anling Flower.
She had no face, and her image was very similar to a modern nun. However, in this depiction, the woman held not only an Anling Flower but also a lantern, with two layers of halos revolving behind her head.
The halos were formed by moons in various phases arranged in sequence, also in purple and silver. They added a sense of holiness and mystery to this Goddess of Night.
Enya also discovered a passage in an ancient language written on the side of the lid.
As she looked at it, the characters twisted and gradually turned into the Human Common Tongue that Enya could understand.
“Her beauty should never be buried in the dust of history, but the people need to forget the gods; thus, she became a dream. When the dream ends, she leaves us.”
‘Her? Not “Them” or “He”?’
What kind of person had crafted this Sarcophagus?
Enya touched the material. It wasn’t ordinary, but it certainly wasn’t some rare magical material either — just a relatively precious but common type of stone.
She slid her hand into the gap of the lid and pushed it to the other side. When the Sarcophagus opened, Enya smelled a fragrant scent that felt strangely familiar to her.
She slowly lowered her head and looked inside.
Black and white flowers were placed within, and a Grey-haired Girl wearing a simple dress lay among them. Her slender hands were folded over her lower abdomen, and her exposed skin was still a healthy, delicate pink. Enya looked at the girl’s face.
Her cheeks were a cold, flawless white, giving her a chilly, elegant appearance. Her features were as if meticulously carved, and her sleeping face could be called perfect and peerless. Even with Enya’s vast experience, her mouth hung open slightly.
‘What a beautiful… corpse.’
Enya couldn’t see a soul in this body; there wasn’t even a trace of residue. The soul inside had vanished completely, making her look like a beautiful, living doll.
‘The Goddess of Night?’
‘But do gods really have physical bodies?’
Enya wondered if this was the Goddess of Night’s “shed skin.” What if she flipped the girl over and found a crack in her back, proving the body was actually hollow…
‘Hiss, that’s a bit too hellish.’
She quickly washed that unhealthy thought out of her mind and lifted the gag on Pandrake.
“Hey, hey, Pandrake, look! I found a new body for you. Do you want it?”
‘Don’t “hey” me! Just say if you want it!’
Pandrake was currently in the Library, crawling as she read Enya’s small Chronicles. Hearing Enya’s words, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
She then observed the body through Enya’s eyes and spoke softly.
“Heh, so eager to kick me out? You don’t want to turn into a Dragon, so why don’t you switch to this body yourself?”
Pandrake looked like she had no intention of leaving. Clearly, living in Enya’s Sea of Consciousness was far too comfortable.
“Well…”
Enya squinted at the girl in the coffin and instinctively stepped back a little.
Was she that kind of person? Her own body was fine, even if it might turn into a Dragon. Using someone else’s body…
Enya felt a bit of a psychological barrier, even if it was an exquisite and high-quality body. She straightened her back and said to Pandrake, “I don’t want it. I want my own!”
“I don’t want it either!”
Pandrake also turned her head away.
They were at a stalemate.
Enya wanted to cast her aside now that the job was done, while Pandrake was camping out in her mind, refusing to leave even if it killed her.
For a moment, neither could do anything about the other.
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