After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 620 - 249 Goddess of Life 50,000 Years Ago_3

Xi Mu said: "At the very least, shouldn’t there be some interest?"

"Fine." The Goddess of Plague reached out, seized Ahtal by the collar, and then with a forceful motion, pulled him toward her. Their lips and teeth collided.

A moment later, the two separated.

"Satisfied now?" The Goddess of Plague asked with a bright smile. At this point, she no longer cared about Ahtal’s identity as the King of Ash, because the man standing in front of her was not the Doomsday, but the Savior, who had cooperated with the Witch of Death.

Thus, she could accept Ahtal’s greed toward her.

"This almost makes me reluctant to kill you." Xi Mu touched his lips, as if deliberating whether to delay burning the world into ash.

But when he saw the Goddess of Plague lift her pale neck, awaiting his action, flames ignited in his palm, consuming the Goddess of Plague to ashes.

Xi Mu turned around and looked toward the Pestilence Witch not far away. Their gazes aligned in a single line, and then, without expression, he flicked his fingers. A single spark ignited the Pestilence Witch, reducing her to ashes and sending her to Hell.

And just then.

A girl’s silhouette emerged from behind a nearby tree. She wore an ornate, gothic-style dress and her black twin-tails dangled. Her charming face carried an alluring smile, indicating she had long been hiding in the Lakefront Mansion, though she had not revealed herself until now.

"How differently you treat people," the Avatar Witch remarked gracefully, her steps elegant as she approached the King of Ash step by step. Looking at His indifferent expression, she maintained a calm and poised smile. "But then again, it was my misfortune to meet you so late."

She stopped just in front of Ahtal and lifted the hem of her dress lightly.

"Surely you’ve lifted your defenses, haven’t you?"

Xi Mu replied, "I have."

"Then I won’t hold back... May I become a part of you?" The Avatar Witch threw herself forward, embracing the King of Ash. She unleashed her power of avatars, trying to transform herself into an extension of the King of Ash, and in turn transform all life into his avatars, to then separate anew in a brand-new world.

Theoretically, if her plan succeeded, the King of Ash could leverage her power to convert every soul—including those in Hell—into his avatars, thereby enabling everyone to clandestinely pass into a new world.

As for whether becoming an avatar of the King of Ash still counted as remaining oneself, that would depend on one’s definition of self.

Her slender arms tightened around him. The Avatar Witch seemed determined to merge into the King of Ash’s body. Her ample form pressed close, feeling the heat emanating from him—a heat so intense it gave her the impression she was about to burn out... No, she *was* burning out.

The Avatar Witch’s body ignited with Ash Fire. She felt as though she were embracing the sun itself. Forget about becoming part of the sun; even merely approaching it was an extravagance she could not afford.

The King of Ash, powerful enough to reduce the world to cinders, burned her to ashes in the instant she tried to assimilate with him.

A gentle breeze swept through.

It carried traces of ash and dust, drifting toward the nearby lake.

Xi Mu calmly turned and walked away. If the Avatar Witch had reached the omnipotent level, perhaps she could have resisted the Ash Fire inherent to his being and successfully become his avatar. But in the end, she had not attained that omnipotent height.

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The world-consuming Ash Fire grew ever more intense.

Demons and witches devised myriad Methods of Saving the World, applying them one by one to the King of Ash, but without exception, all of them ended in failure. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

This was partly due to the plans’ inadequacies, and partly due to the sheer inadequacy of their power.

In the end.

"Teacher," the Goddess of Salvation softly called out. She gripped the holy sword in her hand tightly. Her amber eyes reflected the man before her—the one who had burned the world to ashes, the same one who had once been her mentor.

Xi Mu remained silent, his ruby-like pupils reflecting the unease on his student’s face. "Perhaps I should have given you more time."

"Teacher, tests wait for no one." The Goddess of Salvation shook her head gently. Then, she swung her holy sword, determined to display everything she had learned, no matter how insignificant it might seem to her teacher.

Xi Mu watched the sword come toward him. He calmly raised his hand, catching it in his palm. In an instant, the searing Ash Fire consumed everything.

The flames burned backward through time.

All the way to fifty thousand years ago.

Back when the Tree of Omniscience had not yet extended its roots everywhere, when humankind had yet to wholly succumb to the endless blessings bestowed by the God of Omniscience.

The Goddess of Life was born.

Next to the Tree of Omniscience, a goddess in a white robe stood, gazing at the world as if she were a curious child. And yet, her figure, which seemed to embody the pinnacle of feminine beauty, made it impossible to tell how long she had truly existed.

Xi Mu halted his act of burning the world. From the void, he stepped forward, coming to a stop before the Goddess of Life. Their gazes aligned in a single line.