On the square of the Sky Temple, the Little Person in the Bottle faced the black cocoon alone.

Colorful light from within the flask continuously spread outward, while the shadow within the black cocoon grew increasingly solid and clear.

The colorful light was divided into different types, some merging into the shadow’s body, some into its weapons, and some into the tablet it held.

It was about to make the most important decision since its creation.

The life within the black cocoon was an ultimate evolved form of ghost, at least the most powerful ghost body known so far, an existence called the Lord of Death.

It had lost the Door of Truth, and with it, knowledge.

The title of God of Knowledge was no longer fitting.

But with the body of the Lord of Death, it would become the master of all ghosts, the ruler of death.

It would control the desires of mortals, bestowing pain upon all.

As the black cocoon finally matured, the little person in the bottle gradually began to swell.

Light passing through the tiny bottle cast a shadow stretching dozens to hundreds of meters across the square.

The Little Person in the Bottle’s eyes gleamed with intense anticipation. Since the moment of its creation by Anhofus, it had been yearning for this instant, counting down every second.

Every minute, every second in anticipation.

“It begins, my freedom.”

“I will become a true god, no longer bound by anything.”

The shadow of the Little Person in the Bottle transformed into the shape of a tree or path, strictly arranging itself according to the form of the Path of Wisdom, then gradually infiltrating the black cocoon.

Finally, the black cocoon erupted with a terrifying dark light.

All that remained in its place was an empty flask, with nothing inside.

A lingering message hung in the air.

“Come!”

“Come!”

“Anhofus,” it declared, “I will defeat you with my own power, even without the Door of Truth.”

“This is perfect.”

“To prove I am stronger than you.”

At this time, hundreds and thousands of priests were gathering in the God-Descended City.

Although the recent riots had brought chaos and heavy losses to all of Yinsai, they had also uprooted the Ghost Cult forces from various regions.

Moreover, the Temple of Truth had received news, understanding why the God of Knowledge had suddenly issued such a frenzied divine oracle.

Because it was about to break its own constraints and fully descend into the mortal world.

The Temple of Truth and Yinsai would face their most severe test.

The Sage of Truth, Vivien, who had returned from the Deep Sea Abyss, stood on a high platform.

From the moment she took the stage, silence fell below.

Many of those below had been born when Vivien was already the Sage of the Temple of Truth.

In their eyes, Vivien was the ruler of all Yinsai, the highest faith of all priests.

It was she who led the Temple of Truth in resisting the myths that sought to devour the entire world, she who guarded Yinsai’s civilization in the dark night.

Vivien’s voice wasn’t particularly loud, but it reached the ears of everyone.

“If each generation of sages has its own mission, that is the responsibility bestowed upon us by civilization and the era.”

“Then the mission of Sandean, the first Sage of Truth, was to end the era of beasts and destruction, bringing the light of miracles from the realm of Yinsai to the mortal world.”

“The mission of Lan, the second Sage of Truth, was to spread the will of the saints to every corner of the world, allowing everyone to become part of the fire of civilization, every ordinary person to be bathed in the light of miraculous power.”

“And from the day I became the Sage of Truth, my mission has been to crush that evil demon atop the Sacred Mountain.”

Vivien stood resplendent in the sage’s robe, the shadows of two generations of saints and past sages seeming to materialize behind her.

“The Sacred Mountain, the God-Servant City, the Sky Temple.”

“Those were once the holy lands of Yinsai, we have lost them for far too long.”

“We have endured a bloody battle, clearing out the tentacles of the Ghost Cult and the God of Knowledge in the mortal world, but this is just the beginning.”

“The evil demon has prepared an even more sinister plan, it wants to descend into our world.”

“This is the greatest crisis our civilization has ever faced. If we cannot win, from now on everyone will live in darkness.”

Before she finished speaking, those below were already becoming restless.

Vivien continued: “There’s no need for slogans, let’s save everything we want to say for the battlefield.”

“Let that monster who calls itself a god know our anger, a force powerful enough to devour it.”

Vivien raised the weapon in her hand: “Our fury… will burn it to ashes.”

The crowd raised their swords in unison, forming a forest of blades.

The campaign to reclaim the Sacred Mountain and God-Servant City, which had been in preparation since Lan’s era, had finally begun.

Priests from the Temple of Truth, the Demon-Hunting Group, and the Nine Great Ritual Temples led armies from various directions, setting out towards the Sacred Mountain.

They first eliminated one stronghold after another around the Sacred Mountain, engaging in scattered skirmishes and conflicts.

This process was largely one-sided.

The Ghost Cult members were either surrounded and killed in their frenzy or surrendered, with only a few escaping.

Under these circumstances, the main army continued to approach the Sacred Mountain.

As members of the Demon-Hunting Group were the first to reach the foot of the Sacred Mountain, priests from various regions also arrived successively, gradually surrounding the mountain.

Anli led the vanguard attack, beginning the assault on the Ghost Cult city at the foot of the Sacred Mountain.

Wing demons circled uncertainly in the sky, while stone demons hurled rocks into the city from afar.

The city immediately began to counterattack, divine techniques shattering the rocks while also threatening the wing demons circling the outer layers of the Sacred Mountain.

Those heretics were on high alert.

Priests entered the Ghost Cult city in groups of three, cooperating with each other using divine techniques.

A large-scale priestly battle began, with various divine techniques and ritual arrays successively appearing.

Towering Seal Spirits charged through the streets, like savage beasts destroying the city and devouring life.

Anli, the leader of the Demon-Hunting Group, was particularly formidable. She alone transformed into an entire puppet army, with groups of ice giants launching a massacre against the Ghost Cult members in the city.

But at this moment, the Original Sin High Priest of the Ghost Cult also appeared, summoning his own Seal Spirit.

However, he didn’t disperse his power, instead transforming into a Divine Grace Puppet over a hundred meters tall, advancing towards Anli.

Anli concentrated her power, meeting him in fierce combat at the mountain’s base.

The area where the two fought became the fiercest battlefield of the entire scene.

Meanwhile, movement at the top of the Sacred Mountain caught Sage Vivien’s attention. Her vigilant watch turned to tense focus as she shifted her gaze from the great battle below to the summit.

A canopy descended.

The bottle domain began to release, attempting to envelop the entire Sacred Mountain from top to bottom.

This was a usual move of the Little Person in the Bottle. Under this domain, unless one was a myth, it was impossible to be its match, and those trapped inside basically had no chance of escaping.

At the critical moment, Stuen made his move, transforming into the Sky Beast and descending upon the Sacred Mountain.

Transparent tentacles covered the bottle domain, with dense lightning bursting forth, continuously transmitted along the ramparts, constantly weakening this domain barrier, making it extremely unstable.

The Sky Beast moved again, emitting a sound like a muffled rumble.

One bolt of lightning after another exploded atop the Sacred Mountain, directly causing the already unstable bottle domain to teeter on the brink of collapse.

“Boom~”

With a thunderous sound, the bottle-like domain barrier directly shattered.

Everyone immediately looked to the sky, watching as the once impregnable bottle domain, a barrier like a celestial curtain, slowly cracked.

Then, it vanished completely.

Members of the Demon-Hunting Group and the Nine Great Ritual Temples burst into cheers one after another, but Stuen and Vivien sensed something was amiss.

This was too easy, unnaturally simple.

More importantly.

Where was the Little Person in the Bottle?

How could it have allowed them to enter its domain, watching as they broke through its protective layer and invaded its absolutely forbidden core area?

Connecting this with the news they had received earlier, Vivien immediately realized something.

“Not good!”

“It has already begun, it has started to become a reincarnator.”

The term “reincarnator” wasn’t unfamiliar to Vivien. It was proposed by her teacher, Lan, although Lan never completed this experiment in his lifetime.

But she had recently received news that Xiao had obtained all of Lan’s experimental data, and on top of that, had acquired the secret techniques of Anhofus and the Samo family, ultimately creating the mythical path of the Wisdom Ability. The Little Person in the Bottle would use this method to break its own constraints.

Vivien transformed into a beam of blood-red light, rushing towards the mountain top. The Sky Beast also pressed downward, transforming into the form of the Blood Plague Stuen.

The two landed in front of the Sky Temple.

Since the fall of the Sacred Mountain, they were the first to ascend here besides the Little Person in the Bottle.

At this moment, Vivien noticed the box in the center of the square. She waved her hand, immediately knocking over the box.

The black cocoon rolled out from the box, shattering as it fell onto the stone slab.

But the two discovered that all that remained of the black cocoon was an empty shell.

This meant the Little Person in the Bottle had already reincarnated.

They searched everywhere for traces of the Little Person in the Bottle.

Stuen: “This cunning demon, it couldn’t have chosen to flee, could it?”

Vivien shook her head: “We’ve dealt with it so many times, it absolutely wouldn’t run away. It calls itself a deity, how could it possibly bow to us?”

“It’s arrogant and has never looked down on anyone in this world.”

At this moment, a voice came from all directions.

“You speak well, how could a deity bow to mortals?”

As soon as the voice sounded, darkness enveloped the entire Sacred Mountain.

Pitch-black darkness engulfed the city at the mountain’s base. Shadows slithered across the ground, spreading outward and tainting even the pristine lake waters into inky blackness.

A being embodying death emerged from the shadows, materializing before everyone’s eyes.

It wielded a black scythe in one hand and held an ancient tablet in the other.

Its tattered robes danced in the wind, and within the dark shadows, one could hear a clanking sound—the noise of chains rattling and colliding.

“Lester!” it exclaimed. “I didn’t expect you to be the first to arrive.”

Vivien and Stuen’s expressions darkened. Having just returned from the Bottomless Abyss, they had immediately begun planning the siege of the Sacred Mountain. They hadn’t anticipated arriving a step behind.

Stuen: “We were one step too slow.”

Vivien: “Evil demon, you were quite decisive.”

“Weren’t you afraid that we would storm the Sacred Mountain just as you were transforming, leaving you at our mercy?”

The Lord of Death in the darkness laughed maniacally: “Hahahaha! Fate is only controlled by gods, how could it favor mere mortals like you?”

“And the term ‘at our mercy’ can only be applied to mortals like you.”

“To gods, you are merely flesh waiting to be slaughtered.”

The Lord of Death gazed at Vivien before the square with evil eyes: “Mortal, I will soon harvest your will, memories, and power, letting you know the terror of death.”

At this moment, Stuen revealed his mythical power. Blood flowed from beneath his feet, instantly transforming into a vast sea of blood.

The sea of blood directly surrounded the entire Sacred Mountain, its massive waves reaching from the foot of the mountain to the peak.

The dark shadows continuously contracted, retreating from the edge of the Sacred Lake back to the Sacred Mountain.

The powers of the Lord of Death and Stuen clashed, pulling and colliding with each other.

The Lord of Death immediately stopped laughing.

For the first time, it felt such immense pressure, a power completely unfamiliar to it—the mythical force of the Life Ability.

“The myth of life, the power of Shelly, the Mother of Life, has actually appeared within you.”

“Lester,” it mused, “what exactly have you obtained? And what’s the story behind those witch doctors?”

Stuen: “Evil demon, you need not know.”

“You only need to know that this day will be your doom.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Stuen attacked the Lord of Death.

He didn’t transform into any other Ruhe beast, maintaining his Scarlet Apostle form.

Figures bursting forth from the sea of blood continuously suppressed and tore at the being in the darkness, with rivers of blood surging towards the Lord of Death’s body.

This was the battle he had longed for. If not for the fact that the opponent had no blood, he would have wanted to drain its blood dry and tear its flesh apart piece by piece.

The Lord of Death swung its enormous blade: “Harvest.”

As the scythe swept down, an eerie power erupted from it.

If it were a Wisdom Ability user, they would likely have had their spirit and personality harvested instantly, becoming a mindless, living corpse.

But Life Ability users were completely different; their essence was in their bloodline, in the Ruhe Imprint.

Not only did the Lord of Death’s move have no effect, but it also allowed Stuen to find an opening, entangling it with rivers of blood.

One figure after another emerged from the blood river, lunging to bite the Lord of Death.

The Lord of Death swung its scythe again, shattering them.

But these lives from the blood river simply wouldn’t die. Even if crushed to pieces, they would crawl out from another part of the blood river in the blink of an eye.

“Damn it!”

“Damn this Life Ability.”

The Lord of Death paused, suddenly realizing why its power had been ineffective.

It quickly changed its strategy, raising the tablet in its hand.

Countless ghosts from the God-Servant City flew out, merging into the tablet.

“Death Descends.”

In an instant, the entire world transformed into purgatory.

Countless ghostly hands emerged from the darkness. The shadow domain underwent a metamorphosis, turning everything within it into a battlefield.

The Lord of Death concealed itself in the darkness, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Stuen’s figure in the blood river also appeared occasionally on the wave crests, then vanished into the depths of the blood sea.

The two began to compete to see whose power was more substantial.

But Vivien could see that in their first exchange, Stuen had surprisingly gained a slight upper hand.

Vivien transformed into a blood-red light and retreated to the sky. This level of power struggle was completely beyond her ability to intervene.

The only thing she could do was observe the overall situation from above.

She held the Divine Artifact, the Eye of True Knowledge, looking down below, constantly reminding Stuen to watch out for the Lord of Death’s hidden moves and subtle actions.

This greatly annoyed the being controlling death below.

The Lord of Death’s form suddenly materialized from the darkness, its chains lashing out to pierce the sky, aiming directly at Vivien.

“Damn insect, come down here.”

But Vivien was very perceptive, with rich combat experience. She had already begun to ascend higher before the Lord of Death made any move.

However, she had clearly underestimated the power of myths. Although the opponent didn’t capture her, the residual force still swept her away.

She avoided a direct hit but was still somewhat injured.

The Lord of Death looked at her mockingly, at this woman who called herself a sage and constantly opposed it for the sake of mortals.

“Foolish mortal.”

“You are destined to end. Your so-called civilization is merely the moon’s reflection in water, shattering with the slightest ripple.”

“And when daybreak comes, it is destined to dissipate.”

The Lord of Death: “Don’t you understand yet? You beings who only know how to reach out to the creator god Yinsai, unable to survive without Yinsai.”

“You’ve been abandoned by the creator!”

Wings sprouted from Vivien’s back, and she flew back into the sky.

She still persisted in using the Eye of True Knowledge to probe the situation below, assisting Stuen in launching attacks against the opponent.

“You think I would believe the words of an evil demon?”

The Lord of Death couldn’t be bothered with her, a mere mortal not worth too much of its attention.

The battle between two immortal myths was truly earth-shattering, but Stuen also found it difficult to kill the Little Person in the Bottle.

At their level of power, the strongest aspect wasn’t destructive force, but rather their respective immortality.

Mortal bodies have many weaknesses; one only needs to find the weak point to easily kill them.

But for those who had embarked on the path of myth, they had approached perfection. The methods to kill them had become few.

No one had ever experienced killing a myth before, nor did anyone know what weaknesses myths might have, or how to target such weaknesses.

The Lord of Death continuously summoned one powerful ghost after another from the darkness. Even the shadow surrounding the entire Sacred Mountain was a powerful ghost, constantly engaging in fierce battle with Stuen’s sea of blood.

The Lord of Death also realized that Stuen couldn’t do much to it, and it was quite pleased with itself.

“Lester,” it sneered, “look at how perfect you are now. Hahaha! It was I who made you.”

“Without me, you would have remained a mere mortal forever.”

“You should be grateful to me for your achievements today!”

Hearing these words, Stuen fell into a rage.

“Evil demon!”

“You will certainly pay for your words.”

He suddenly produced a scarlet circular emblem. When he merged the emblem into the sea of blood, huge spheres began to rise from the blood sea.

Seven weakened versions of the Ruhe beasts suddenly appeared, attacking the Lord of Death from within the blood sea.

Although significantly weakened, the power of the Ruhe beasts was still incredibly formidable.

Dense tentacles imprisoned the Lord of Death, while the death starfish emitted intense rays that pierced through its body.

The Sele Sea Spirit even burst forth from the blood sea, knocking the Lord of Death’s weapons flying.

“My weapons!” it cried out in disbelief. “What on earth is this?”

The Lord of Death was forced to retreat repeatedly, expressing strong confusion at the emblem Stuen had suddenly produced.

The Lord of Death had never seen such a thing before, because its mythical power was fundamentally flawed. Just as Asai had said, it was merely a little person in a bottle possessing a Mythical Artifact.

As Stuen completely overwhelmed it and it was about to retreat into the darkness, an unexpected change occurred.

A figure suddenly appeared behind it, raising its hand to summon a massive door from nothingness.

“The Door of Truth.”

Asai had appeared.

Asai had been waiting in the surrounding area since the arrival of the Temple of Truth. He had waited for a long time, just for this moment.

“Now, come in!”

The Door of Truth slowly opened, its light focusing on the shadow of death in the darkness.

The enormous door, taller than a mountain, didn’t seem quite so large in front of that shadow.

The Lord of Death turned its head, just in time to see the world behind the door.

Asai launched a full-force attack against the Little Person in the Bottle.

However, the Little Person in the Bottle wasn’t panicked at all, even revealing a mocking expression on its face.

The Little Person in the Bottle had also been waiting for this moment. When it discovered that Stuen had already become a myth, it knew it would be difficult to kill him.

Its only remaining target, also its greatest fear and most significant mental block, was Anhofus.

It knew Anhofus was nearby, and also knew that he was always waiting to strike like an assassin in the dark night, seeking out its vulnerabilities.

“You’ve finally come.”

“And I’ve finally caught you.”

The shadow in the darkness reached back to grasp, and the scythe that had just been knocked away immediately reappeared in its hand, swinging towards Anhofus. Its seemingly panicked state due to losing its weapon was completely an act.

This scythe might not have much effect on Life Ability users, but its threat to Wisdom Ability users was unimaginable.

It struck with lethal intent, determined to eliminate the hidden threat that was Anhofus.

“Die!”

The scythe tore through the sky, descending upon Asai’s head in an instant.

A mere graze would be fatal; a direct hit, certain doom.

The Little Person in the Bottle was filled with savage glee.

Killing Asai would not only eliminate its most worrisome enemy but also allow it to reclaim its Door of Truth.

At that moment, freed from the bottle’s constraints and possessing the Door of Truth, it would be unstoppable.

Even with Stuen as an opponent, this world would still be its playground and hunting ground.

However, as the scythe fell from the sky, it realized that what died under the scythe was merely a bone demon, not Asai.

The shadow of death in tattered robes retreated two steps, moving closer to the Door of Truth.

The Door of Truth erupted with a powerful suction force, as if trying to pull the Little Person in the Bottle out from within the Lord of Death.

But the Lord of Death planted the handle of its scythe into the ground, immediately stabilizing its form.

Even if the Door of Truth could pose a threat, the idea of killing or restraining it was still a delusion, at least beyond Asai’s current abilities.

Suddenly, a voice came from the Lord of Death’s shoulder.

“No!” it cried out. “It’s not you who’s caught me—I’ve caught you!”

The Lord of Death turned to find the real Asai perched on its shoulder, as if materializing from thin air.

He calmly gazed at the Lord of Death, his expression indifferent.

Though startled, the Lord of Death immediately swung its hand towards Asai.

Countless ghosts floated out from the center of its enormous palm, swirling towards Asai.

“You’re courting death.”

But the Lord of Death found that Asai didn’t dodge. Instead, right before its eyes, Asai’s back transformed into a glowing pattern.

It looked like a tree, or perhaps a complex road.

Mysterious, sacred, powerful—though the details were unclear, one glance was enough to know it contained secrets beyond mortal comprehension.

It was the Path of Wisdom diagram.

“The Path of Wisdom?”

“Reincarnation?”

The Lord of Death’s expression changed instantly. It hadn’t expected Asai to initiate reincarnation right before its eyes.

There were no suitable vessels nearby to contain his reincarnation. The only being that could accommodate him was the Lord of Death’s body, but unless reincarnation occurred at the beginning of life, it would only lead to death.

Even at the cost of death, the possibility of seizing the body of such a powerful being simply didn’t exist.

However, the Lord of Death’s body was different.

The Little Person in the Bottle refused to admit defeat, refused to back down.

Unlike Asai and Xiao, it was unwilling to choose the most ordinary creatures for reincarnation, failing to realize that those most ordinary lives possessed the greatest potential.

It wanted to defeat all enemies in its most powerful form, yet exposed its greatest vulnerability, for this body of the Lord of Death was crafted from a large collection of mythical blood.

In reality, this incredibly powerful body didn’t fully belong to the Little Person in the Bottle; it had merely transferred from one bottle to another.

Perhaps others couldn’t grasp this weakness, but Asai, or rather Anhofus, was different.

He had created the Little Person in the Bottle, knew everything about it, and understood all the secrets of the Wisdom Myth.

Indeed, Asai’s voice reached its ears.

Explaining its weakness and Asai’s plan.

“In this world, the person who understands you best is me.”

“Because I created you, I pioneered the four-part secret technique of the God’s Grace Stone, and I am the first reincarnator to step onto the Path of Wisdom.”

“Little Person in the Bottle.”

“Even though you’ve changed bodies, you still can’t escape the weakness of being a little person in a bottle.”

“I will reincarnate into this body of yours, ending everything.”

A chilling thought immediately surged in the Lord of Death’s mind: “He wants to perish together with me.”

If the battle with Stuen was like a performance match, appearing fierce but not truly threatening its life.

Then Asai was out for its life.

And in a way that seemed light but was fatally precise.

Asai’s reincarnation had begun, his power starting to infiltrate the Lord of Death’s powerful body.

The Door of Truth’s suction grew stronger, continuously pulling the Little Person in the Bottle’s spirit out of this body.

It would either become entangled with Asai in the struggle for the body, perishing together.

Or become entangled with Asai and ultimately be pulled out of the body to dissipate together.

Either way, it was a dead end.

The Lord of Death panicked completely.

Fear, hatred, madness—one emotion after another flashed across its face, finally transforming into a sharp shriek.

“No!”

The Lord of Death seemed to have gone mad, as if resigned to its fate.

“Die!”

“Then let’s all die together!”

“Everyone dies together!”

The Little Person in the Bottle turned to Asai on its shoulder, bursting into a frenzied cry.

The Lord of Death’s body shattered in an instant, one terrifying ghost after another escaping from its body with mythical blood, charging down the mountain like an army.

And from the tablet, the ghosts of several cities from the former Sacred Mountain and God-Servant City also rushed out.

They seemed to have been infected by the Little Person in the Bottle’s madness.

Stuen and Vivien joined forces to intercept, along with members of the Demon-Hunting Group and priests from the Nine Great Ritual Temples at the foot of the mountain, but they could only stop a small portion.

These spirit bodies moved extremely fast, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Tens of thousands of terrifying, evil, chaotic spirits rushed towards various parts of the world, likely to bring about a great disaster.

And the Lord of Death seemed to have died just like that.

It had been driven to desperation by Asai, choosing in the end to drag countless others down with it.

On the other side.

Asai’s reincarnation, which had just begun, was interrupted.

He withdrew at just the right moment, as if the appearance of mutual destruction had been merely an act.

The Path of Wisdom diagram dissipated, and Asai, falling from the Sacred Mountain, opened his eyes in mid-air.

He stepped a few times in the air, and a huge skeletal puppet crawled out from the ground to catch him.

This sudden turn of events caught both Vivien and Stuen off guard. Vivien, riding a wing demon, looked down at Asai from the sky and asked him seriously.

“You possess the Door of Truth, you are the one who appeared in Anho City—Asai?”

“No.”

“Who… exactly are you?”

Only Xiao and the Little Person in the Bottle knew Asai’s true identity. Even the Temple of Truth currently only knew his name, but not his true identity.

Asai didn’t explain, only looking towards the foot of the mountain: “It was just as I predicted. In the end, it didn’t have the courage to fight to the death. When true death approaches, it only knows how to flee.”

Vivien: “Flee?”

Then she immediately understood Asai’s meaning: “It’s not dead?”

In an abandoned small town by the Sacred Lake.

A simple, dilapidated hut contained a flask—the very bottle that had once trapped the Little Person in the Bottle, causing it to hate with madness.

Now, light and dust reassembled, and a small figure’s shadow reappeared inside.

The Little Person in the Bottle seemed to have self-destructed, but in reality, it had no choice but to flee back into its bottle.

From the Lord of Death, it had returned to being that little person in the bottle.

The Little Person in the Bottle slowly regained consciousness. Through the glass wall, it looked towards the direction of the Sacred Mountain with intense hatred.

“I will have my revenge!”

“I haven’t lost… I haven’t lost yet…”

“The one who wins in the end will definitely be me, I will reclaim everything that’s mine.”

But at this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Asai walked in from outside, and the Little Person in the Bottle was instantly struck dumb.

It didn’t understand how, in this situation, even its backup plans could be perceived by the other party, and how it was found so quickly.

All of the Little Person in the Bottle’s little tricks were like futile attempts to deceive before another Anhofus.

It had lost almost all of its power, with nowhere to escape.

Asai walked in step by step, extending both hands to lift the flask.

He looked at the little person inside the bottle and said,

“This time, it’s truly over.”

The Little Person in the Bottle stared at Asai blankly: “How did you find me?”

Asai didn’t explain in detail, only saying: “I knew you lacked the courage to face death. Once I understood that, everything became clear.”

Hearing Asai’s words, the Little Person in the Bottle’s entire body swelled up, its feelings of anger and shame indescribable.

For the first time, it felt that it wasn’t some deity, but merely a plaything.

Then, it burst out with a voice filled with resentment, addressing Anhofus.

The voice wasn’t loud, lacking its usual exaggeration and sharpness.

But the despair and unwillingness in that voice were so evident.

“I didn’t lose to you, Anhofus.”

“I didn’t lose to you at all.”

“I didn’t lose… I didn’t lose…”

It frantically collided with the bottle.

Finally, the bottle rolled down.

The flask rolled across the stone slab past Asai’s feet, coming to a stop right in front of Stuen.

“Crack!” Stuen unhesitatingly crushed the bottle with his foot.

The Little Person in the Bottle would rather die at Stuen’s hands than lose to Anhofus.

The bottle shattered, exposing its fragile true form.

The moment it was directly exposed to the outside world, death and pain pierced its consciousness, warning it.

It did not belong to this world.

That seemingly all-powerful mythical monster now appeared so fragile.

Even exposure to reality would cause it to die and dissipate.

The shadow of the Little Person in the Bottle looked at the outside world, taking a deep breath.

Then its form, like smoke, gradually became transparent, merging into this world and the air.

“Ah!”

“I am free.”