Hate me, Miss Witch!-Chapter 517 - 244: I Want You to Remember My Name for All Eternity

However, that should not be a realm so easily reachable.

Just like a sword embryo that hasn't undergone forging, even if that unformed embryo holds boundless possibilities, without thousands of tempering trials, it remains nothing more than unremarkable mortal iron.

Thousands of times of forging.

Countless days and nights of relentless search, tossing and turning.

Forging the soul of iron refinement in the vast boundless darkness.

Only then, after countless failures, can one touch the realm beyond the constraints of one's race.

This is only attainable by those who stand above millions of living beings, known as miracles, known as the glory of heroes.

This is also the meaning assigned to the word "Legendary" in the beginning.

The path of legends relies on nothing external.

Every single one who has achieved the legendary status, surpassed the constraints of their race, is a unique path-walker, a miracle that even deities cannot replicate.

All are living epics.

Yet, to the deities, such daily and nightly pursuit and forging seem utterly meaningless.

Just accept the gifts of divinity, harvest faith from boundless weaklings.

And then, without hindrance, naturally own a long lifespan, measured in tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of years, almost endless authority.

No need for trials at the edge of life and death, nor the relentless struggle in the difficult and dark times.

Just by breathing, they can grow strong, accept the power of faith from their followers, growing unhindered, effortlessly.

Perhaps these deities, capable of becoming gods as special beings, were once outstanding among millions of beings before becoming gods, possessing the potential to reach the peak without relying on faith and divinity.

But, unquestionably.

Once they chose to embrace divinity, abandoning that arduous path for a simpler path to the heavens, that potential was lost.

And every gift of fate has long been secretly marked with a price.

The price for this shortcut on the path to the heavens.

Once divinity fades away, becoming human again.

The long life these fabled creatures have experienced now turns into unbearable guilt and punishment, making them experience a mortal's life in an instant.

Aging, decay, until extinction.

Only a very few, who never wholly embraced divinity from the beginning, can endure the test of guilt at this moment.

Then, they become mortal beings.

Begin anew in a new world.

...

The light of the stars is converging.

Numerous deities in the Divine Evasion, choosing self-annihilation or unable to withstand the guilt of embracing mortality, have their divinity stripped away, their authority fragments deprived.

Every ray of starlight is a masterless fragment of divinity or authority.

Every streak of brilliance is enough to free a peak being stuck at the top of legendary for a long time, stepping onto the path of becoming a demigod.

And at this moment.

Among the starry sky, surrounding the black-haired, black-eyed youth is the starlight.

Far more than ten streaks, more than a hundred.

But a thousand streaks, ten thousand beams.

Then, they coalesce.

Tens of thousands of rays are converging.

Ultimately.

Millions of ownerless divinities, tens of thousands of scorching beams.

Between Shiayar's fingers, they gather and solidify into a tangible entity.

It is a piece as if made of crystal, also infinitely dazzling—the

"Stars Chalice".

Set against the dark cosmic background, it appears incomparably brilliant and stunning.

...

For a moment.

Numerous gazes are locked onto the center of the sea of stars, the tipped finger of the black-haired, black-eyed youth, the radiant Stars Chalice.

At this moment.

Whether it's on the Western Continent, the newborn Supreme Black Tower, or various Human Kingdoms, those qualified to sense changes in the Astral Realm.

Or those who just parted ways with their divine status and completed the incarnation of mortality, the former deities.

Looking at that radiant Stars Chalice in Shiayar's hand, heavy breathing sounds resound.

Everyone is keenly aware of what this Stars Chalice signifies.

Now, those still existing in the Astral Realm are scarce compared to the fallen fabled creatures; the number of survivors can only be described as insignificant.

That is the masterless divinity and authority fragment derived from nearly ninety percent of fabled creatures.

This enormous divinity should never be obtained by a single individual.

The last such individual with this amount of divinity and authority—

was known as the creator during the Glorious Era, or rather, the Sun God.

Or, more bluntly.

This Stars Chalice represents the Throne of Heaven itself.

Just by obtaining it, it signifies the ultimate supremacy, implies eternal immortality.

Surpassing all Old Gods, all humans, all heroes of past and present.

Ascending to the highest place reachable by all beings since the birth of the Multiverse.

Filling the vacancy of the "Throne of Heaven" that lasted for thousands of years.

Even those old gods who've undergone mortal incarnation, even the pure blood humans who've studied the Arcane Arts in the Black Tower...

At the moment the Stars Chalice appeared, they couldn't suppress the desire-filled gaze towards it.