Hero? Are You Worthy?

Wozworth has fallen.

This ambitious figure who wanted to swallow the Holy Court, the Earth Mother Goddess Sect, and sweep through other countries on the Sky Dome Continent to become the ruler of the entire world, has fallen in the glacier, turning into a thick fluid that seeped into the ground.

And this ambitious person, before his death, his final thought was not an unwillingness for failing his goal, but rather a desire to protect his daughter.

Some say Wozworth was arrogant, rude, and lacked royal demeanor.

Some say Wozworth was irritable, cruel, like a mad dog.

Some say Wozworth was foolish and incompetent, like an idiot.

But who can truly know what Wozworth was really like?

However, none of this matters to Wozworth anymore, as in his final moments, his only concern was his daughter... That daughter, in some ways, might be the most like Wozworth.

Qin Chu could see the worry in Wozworth's heart, and the vow he made to Wozworth was not insincere.

Carol was not Qin Chu's enemy, and Qin Chu would not harm Carol.

As a member of the Hero Team now, while perhaps not a very close companion, Carol was definitely someone Qin Chu called an acquaintance, and for this reason alone, Qin Chu would protect Carol.

As for the Empire's throne, Qin Chu had no interest.

What the future holds for the Empire and Sky Dome Continent, Qin Chu did not care at all.

Standing up, gazing at the thick fluid gradually disappearing into the ground, Qin Chu's body was as still as a monk in meditation.

Who knows how long had passed, Qin Chu finally sighed deeply, waving his hand to gather the floating frozen soil nearby, constructing a tomb at the place where Wozworth died.

A burial for peace, perhaps.

No longer dwelling on these thoughts, Qin Chu turned back to the Evil God Remains.

The process of devouring the Evil God Remains was previously interrupted, now there's still a little half remaining.

As strength grew, all aspects of ability, power, and might increased significantly.

Divine Decomposition dissected the Evil God Remains, and with the Gluttony Authority's devouring, efficiency greatly increased.

Extreme Absorption rapidly processed this power, consolidating Qin Chu's strength and realm, while excess energy was absorbed by Earth Mother Goddess Oni Benar.

The leaves of the Little Tree Seedling that were originally withered yellow were gradually turning green again.

...

On the other side, atop the ice plain.

A tall, lithe, and beautiful lady was walking slowly across the fractured ice.

Her body seemed to be enveloped in a thin mist.

Indistinct, dreamlike, her face couldn't be clearly seen, only the graceful body and the cloud-like golden hair billowing behind her in the storm could be seen.

The glimpsed silhouette alone evoked a palpable sense of beauty that made the heart race.

Unrelated to features, the face remained unseen.

It's a mysterious beauty, a beauty that provokes the desire to explore and understand.

Golden eyes as well, gazing at the surrounding remains, the formerly beautiful ice plain had become dilapidated.

With a small hand gently reaching out, seeming to want to touch the sky overhead, seeking to feel something, golden eyes seemed able to penetrate the veil of clouds, peering into the deepest mysteries and wonders of the Void.

In the fluctuating presence, it seemed possible to sense a gloomy yet oppressive aura on the woman.

This is very normal.

No matter who it is, over thousands or tens of thousands of years, glimpsing disaster time and again, they probably wouldn't be in a very joyful mood.

No matter who it is, bearing such terrifying burden on their shoulders, they wouldn't be relaxed.

Just as she said.

Destiny is mysterious and also bizarre.

No one can truly control destiny.

She can't, the Fate Weaver can't, even the once most powerful Evil God can't.

What they can glimpse is only a blur—a tapestry of countless futures overlapping.

Time is mysterious, and the future extending from time is even more intricate and terrifying.

The current time is like a point, from which countless threads extend, each representing a future, and these threads as they reach the next point, spawn more lines leading to futures.

These points are more numerous than sand in the desert.

These lines are more intricate than stars in the sky.

As the Goddess of Destiny, she can only endeavor to separate the tangled threads, to find the most hopeful one among them.

What she could find was merely an opportunity.

What she could do was to possibly enlarge this opportunity, enlarge it a little bit more.

Whether the path she chose can truly allow Sky Dome Continent to see hope, truthfully, is unknown.

No one can know what the future will become.

But at least, this was a victory.

Lord of Pleasure is dead.

The female half of Lord of Pleasure had also been devoured by herself.

That fellow might regard her as a shameless raider of victory spoils, a headhunter, perhaps? Doesn't matter, Moile doesn't care.

Under the gaze of the Void Seven Uglies, she laid plans over thousands of years. She nearly squeezed dry her own spirit, leaving her spiritual power on the verge of exhaustion, all to increase the chances of killing Lord of Pleasure, Moile feels like her efforts deserve credit, even getting a small reward is entirely justifiable.