Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 1134 - 155: The Figure Among the Rose Bushes_4

"Hmm, history repeats itself time and again, there are always many similarities." The opponent’s words carried a hint of bitterness and sorrow.

"Do you really want to seize this power? There is no gift without a price in this world, and for you personally, it won’t make you happy; it will bring more pain, and you may even die before many of your peers." The girl explained the choice she faced.

"I am willing." Blanchi was surprised by her own decision, as if the answer came directly from the depths of her being.

Yes, compared to her own suffering, billions of people are still crying out and enduring forcibly; if sacrificing only herself could reverse the situation and change countless destinies, she felt it was worth it.

During the years she became a Songstress, she received countless letters from people in remote areas, many of them handwritten, telling her about the events occurring in various places. There were frustrations, complaints, distress, blessings, and in each line of text, Blanchi could almost see the figures struggling bitterly within their destinies.

She was no longer that naive and innocent child; she had seen the vast disparities of the world, no longer believed that compromise could bring happiness. Anything given by others could be taken away at any time; happiness should be built on something more Sturdy, rather than promises and pity from others.

The girl opposite quietly watched Blanchi, nodding slightly.

"It seems you’ve made up your mind, so I won’t stop you anymore."

"Drink this cup of tea; afterward, you will have ten years to radiate your brilliance." freёnovelkiss-com

Blanchi grasped the teacup, her fingers trembling slightly as she slowly drank it down. The liquid in the cup was neither sweet nor warm, seemingly as poisonous as a knife slicing through her throat, her stomach pierced with pain.

Almost instantly after drinking, Blanchi collapsed to the ground, clutching her body in convulsion from the pain, feeling as if cold tiny knives were moving inside her, cutting through various parts, her body dismantled.

In reality, La Gui’er watched the astonishing transformation in the pool as Blanchi’s body shattered like foam, turning into blood water, merging into the liquid, and the snow-white star gauze that originally covered Blanchi floated aimlessly in the water, empty in the middle.

"How can it be like this..." La Gui’er was nervous and uneasy.

While the priests felt extremely apprehensive and anxious, a change occurred in the pool. The originally swirling red liquid condensed into the center instantly, and Blanchi’s figure reappeared as if her body had been reformed, with the water now clear and transparent, no trace of blood.

Half a minute later, La Gui’er helped Blanchi out of the pool, wrapping her again in the snow-white star gauze.

"How is it?" She wanted to know if the ritual had succeeded or failed.

"Cough, cough..." Blanchi coughed out the water from her chest, taking a while to regain herself. Although still somewhat unaccustomed, her Status at this moment had never been better; her body was light, with her vision seeing every detail clearly.

"It should have succeeded." She slowly lifted her head, until she saw the huge mural on the cliff, its aura and appearance almost identical to the girl she saw in her dreams.

"La Gui’er, do you know?"

"Hmm?"

"I think I may have seen a miracle."

"What is it?"

"It is the power to change destiny." Blanchi gently closed her eyes and reopened them.

"Let’s go back; I think everyone has been waiting a long time."

Although Blanchi didn’t explain what she saw, La Gui’er could feel that the Songstress girl in her arms had undergone a tremendous transformation in both will and aura, seemingly shedding immaturity overnight and becoming resolutely mature.