Hate me, Miss Witch!-Chapter 527 - 246: Even the Sea of Stars Has an End, but Ambition Knows No Limit

The starlight transformed into a small boat, carrying Su Lun downstream along the river of time.

Then, returned to reality.

Having witnessed the smooth return of the black-haired girl, Shiayar then turned his gaze towards his side.

This was the convergence point of countless moments.

And also, it was a place that only those who reached a certain threshold had the right to reach—the

location of the "Origin."

Or rather, the Land of Origin of all things.

And only here could Shiayar clearly explore the truth hidden behind the endless mist within himself.

"Tell me, what is it?"

Shiayar's words echoed in the Land of Origin, amidst the flowing river of time.

It was as if he was speaking to the void itself.

But in the next moment.

"Not a clone, not a pawn, nor something created as a vessel or container."

"You are me, indistinguishable from one another."

"And now, what I am about to tell you, you can understand as a soul imprint left in your 'Origin,' during a time when you hadn't lost your memory, like when your teacher took you to an activity in kindergarten..."

"Writing a letter to your future self, then burying it in a time capsule to open it years later."

A voice, both unfamiliar yet familiar, sounded in Shiayar's ear.

Shiayar knew the distinction here was between hearing his own voice, versus others hearing his voice.

He nodded: "So, my past life was indeed you—this Sun God, Creator of the Glorious Era?"

"To be precise, it wasn't a past life or reincarnation... According to the pre-transmigration saying, reincarnation involves the same soul, but the body changes."

"And your body was actually the original one, just forcibly reverted to an infant state at birth, without any experience or growth."

"Or to put it in a more understandable way, 'initialization'?"

"Of course, even with the same starting point, differing experiences and paths will naturally lead to different directions."

Shiayar nodded.

"Understood. Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"If not, I'll be off. Su Lun is still waiting for me in the Fourth Epoch."

...

"Discovering you were once that radiant figure, praised through the ages as the master of the Throne of Heaven, Creator and Sun God of the Glorious Era, you don't have any thoughts to share?"

In that strangely familiar voice, a note of helplessness finally emerged.

"Yes, being able to reach this Land of Origin without relying on divine help proves you've surpassed your former self."

"Certainly, there's no need for tricks like 'Pray to the entire Hall of Heroic Spirits, only to hear my past self respond.' "

"Then, let me tell you, as if it were before the transmigration, to look at your past black history."

The voice paused slightly with some helplessness.

"A transmigrator from Earth arrived in a wilderness era."

"In this world existed races found only in myths—giant dragons, elves, griffins, phoenixes, demon wolves..."

"To survive in an era filled with Fabled Species, he forged ahead through harsh trials, and hunted countless powerful Fabled Creatures, consuming the scattered fragments of order and rules from the dawn of the world within them."

"Eventually, he stood at the peak of that mythological era, atop the so-called Throne of Heaven, titled Sun God, or Creator."

"He established a relatively peaceful and prosperous Glorious Era, based on experiences and memories from before the transmigration."

"But at that time, the Sun God didn't foresee the risks of his soul leading towards insanity, posed by the divine authority and divinity he harbored..."

"The cataclysm, you already know, having come to the Land of Origin, what transpired within these events."

"Simply put, the Sun God could no longer suppress the tendency towards loss of control of the divine essence and authority he'd devoured... forced to fragment, that core Solar Scepter transformed into a rule of pollution, making the sun a source of corruption and pollution for a prolonged period."

Shiayar nodded: "At least that self-proclaimed Sun God shares the same origin as I do; surely he wouldn't be foolish enough to do nothing until the end."

"Of course."

The voice began.

"Initially, his plan was to separate the excess divine essence and authority he possessed."

"To remove the less important, yet notably violent and uncontrollable divine essences, keeping only the more central parts."

"As time went on, the Sun God's strength actually grew, so even retaining just the core authority was enough to hold the Creator's seat."

"But this method didn't succeed—"

"Divinity seems like a shortcut to strength, but once involved, the fragments of authority become entangled with your soul, difficult to extract."

"If it were a single divinity and authority, it would be manageable, though requiring more time... but the divine essence devoured by the Sun God back then was overly abundant."