"KRAK—!!!"
The sky was violently torn open, revealing a hideous, bloody gash.
A crimson pillar of light, piercing heaven and earth, plunged fiercely down from the bloody gash, carrying a cloyingly sweet, nauseating fragrance!
The pillar's target was Penacony's central plaza!
The moment it descended, a terrifying divinity far surpassing anything before, wrapped in the most primal desires and corruption, swept through the entire Dreamscape like a tsunami!
The soft pink glow of Lin Qingyue's Purification Art: Sage Mode, cast upon her teammates, flickered violently under the divine impact, wavering between light and darkness.
Finally, the light extinguished completely, like a candle in the wind.
"Ugh..."
Lin Xiyue and the other two let out pained groans as their forced state of calm was shattered in an instant!
Their suppressed desires, now corrupted by a higher-dimensional divinity, erupted like dry tinder doused in boiling oil.
They surged back with ten, even a hundred times their original intensity, incinerating their sanity
Blood vessels spread through Lin Xiyue's eyes as savage battle lust drowned her thoughts, leaving only one impulse: Smash! Pulverize the "thing" before her that threatened her sister!
Su Wan's breathing grew ragged, the shell of rationality she prided herself on cracking inch by inch.
The rebellion and destructive urges suppressed deep within her soul by a strict upbringing roared forth, and countless twisted, degenerate yet fatally beautiful forbidden magic models uncontrollably flooded her mind.
Xia Lian's face was deathly pale.
A primal fear seized her heart, and her top hunter's instincts screamed in agony.
That wasn't an enemy.
It was a natural disaster.
Run! Run now! This was the only command her body and soul issued.
The song Hope Is the Thing With Feathers still echoed, but under the tyrannical divine pressure, the BGM's volume was forcibly suppressed.
Penacony's Dreamscape was being rapidly eroded!
On the sci-fi metal streets, writhing, dark red flesh vines burst from the ground.
On the glass curtain walls of the skyscrapers, faces of women appeared, expressionless yet exuding ultimate temptation, silently watching below.
The sweet, cloying fragrance in the air grew so thick it couldn't be dispersed, seeping into every pore, dissolving willpower, and igniting the deepest flames of the soul.
"Roar!"
The loyal Lordly Trashcan locked onto a new, more powerful enemy.
Without hesitation, it charged forward on its tin legs, its indomitable courage driving it toward the crimson pillar of light!
However, just as it was about to enter the pillar's range...
From within the pillar, a jade-like hand, so flawless it could tempt a saint to fall, casually extended.
It gently waved at the charging Lordly Trashcan.
An invisible, irresistible divine force silently struck the Lordly Trashcan's body.
Bang!!
The Dreamscape God of War, which had just been majestically disposing of the Flesh Behemoth like trash, was now sent flying like an empty can kicked by an adult.
It traced a desolate arc through the air, crashing heavily into a distant building entangled by flesh vines.
Amid the violent roar of collapse, it was buried beneath countless piles of rubble, falling completely silent.
One strike.
Just one strike.
Lin Qingyue's strongest "friendly unit" was utterly defeated, unable to rise again.
The disparity in power was despairingly vast.
The crimson pillar of light slowly dissipated.
A colossal figure was fully revealed before everyone.
It was a perfect female form over ten meters tall, every inch of its skin condensed from the purest worldly desires, radiating a fatal allure.
She had no facial features; her face was a smooth mask.
But anyone who looked at her would see on that mask the face they most desired in their heart.
Her eyes were two bottomless vortexes, devoid of emotion, yet easily capable of stirring the most primal impulses in onlookers.
She was the Mother of Rebirth!
A divine avatar descended to this place!
The moment the Evil God Avatar appeared, the Cat-girl Leader's face broke into a smile of relief and fanaticism as her body disintegrated into dust.
She had fulfilled her mission.
The Mother of Rebirth's gaze indifferently swept over Lin Xiyue, Su Wan, and Xia Lian.
Her gaze was like scrutinizing three mildly interesting insects, not lingering for even a moment.
Finally, her gaze locked precisely onto Lin Qingyue.
More accurately, it locked onto Lin Qingyue's soul, encased within the magnificent exterior of "Robin."
On her smooth, mirror-like face, the corners of her mouth silently curled upward, forming an arc of keen interest.
Her expression was that of a top-tier gourmand who had finally encountered a legendary, unparalleled delicacy.
A cold, ethereal, yet utterly seductive voice echoed directly in the minds of the four.
"An interesting soul... Pure, powerful, yet mixed with a higher-level 'flavor' that even I find unfamiliar..."
"Truly a perfect work of art."
"Worthy... of being savored by me personally."
The moment her words fell, an irresistible Divine Might, mixed with a corrupting desire that could make a Saintess fall, crashed down like a trillion tons of seawater!
This pressure was so heavy it felt as if the entire sky were collapsing, threatening to crush both bone and soul.
The surrounding air grew thick as a swamp, making every movement require exhaustive effort.
Lin Xiyue's Holy Light was enveloped, corrupted, and assimilated layer by layer by the cloyingly sweet aura, leaving only the most ferocious battle intent roaring in her heart, yet her body couldn't even move a single finger.
Su Wan's forehead beaded with cold sweat; her prized rationality and magical control melted like ice under the entity's gaze.
Xia Lian bit her lower lip so hard she nearly drew blood; under the Divine Might, she saw a future of being devoured by endless monsters, and terror completely froze her body.
Across the entire battlefield, only Lin Qingyue still stood perfectly straight.
The "Robin" transformation and the BGM of "Hope Is the Thing With Feathers" formed her final line of defense.
The powerful, dynamic song clashed violently with the corrupting, sweet Divine Might, creating a constantly twisting, shimmering aura around her.
But Lin Qingyue's expression grew increasingly strange.
Savor? Personally? Sounds like a Michelin three-star chef critiquing a dish.
Her first reaction wasn't fear, but a snarky comment from the depths of her soul.
This Evil God had the style, but why did it feel... a bit unhinged?
"You tiny, interesting soul..."
The Mother of Rebirth's voice echoed again, laced with condescending amusement.
"You're resisting me? Like a beautiful butterfly, futilely flapping its wings before the storm."
"Give up and melt into my embrace. I will grant you eternal beauty, endless power, and satisfy all your desires."
"You will become my most beloved daughter, sharing with me the sweetest corruption this world has to offer."
The demon's whispers hammered at every weak point of her soul.
Lin Qingyue could feel the slacker desires deep within her—"want to be lazy," "want to just lie down," "want to watch the drama"—being infinitely amplified by this power, threatening to drown her reason.
Yet, she simply raised her head, facing the world-ending Divine Might, a provocative smile curving her lips, completely out of character for "Robin."
"I'll give you one chance. Rephrase that."
Her voice, enhanced by the "Tonal Harmony" talent, was ethereal and clear, piercing through the oppressive Divine Might and echoing throughout the Dreamscape.
"Otherwise, this wisp of your divine consciousness might not make it back today."
"Oh?"
The Mother of Rebirth's smooth mask seemed to ripple for a moment, betraying a hint of surprise.
It seemed this was the first time she had encountered a mortal who dared to provoke her so brazenly.
"It seems you still don't understand the gap between us."
She raised her flawless, jade-like hand, and in her palm, a mass of crimson divine power, so dense it couldn't be dispersed, began to gather.
The erosion of Penacony suddenly accelerated, the sky turning completely dark red as countless seductive whispers echoed in her ears, frantically burrowing into Lin Qingyue's mind.
Yet, at this moment, Lin Qingyue made a move that even the Evil God couldn't comprehend.
She ignored the impending fatal blow.
Instead, like a true singer at the center of the stage, she slowly lifted the hem of her skirt.
Facing the colossal Evil God Avatar, she performed an elegant and perfect curtsy.
As if she weren't facing an enemy.
But taking a final bow.
Or perhaps...
Raising the curtain for an even grander performance to come.