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"It's me!" Hearing the familiar voice, the girl's face lit up with joy, and she quickly said, "Hurry! Let's work together from the inside and outside to get you out!"

The voice from the void hesitated noticeably: "But my sentence hasn't ended yet, how can I escape without permission..."

“We witches are born with a sublime free will, originating from higher dimensions and looking down upon countless lower-dimensional worlds. Why should we obediently submit to the punishment and bondage of insects?” The girl grew increasingly anxious. “Moreover, you and Wudao indirectly caused the tragic death of his daughter. Do you really think he will let you off easily? Don’t hesitate, act now!”

Upon hearing this, the figure trapped inside no longer hesitated, and with all its revived magic power, it frantically attacked the already crumbling sky barrier from the inside.

Two extremely powerful forces attacked from both inside and outside.

This place, which appears to be the sky but is actually a cage, can no longer withstand the impact, and cracks are spreading wildly everywhere.

A dense aura of nothingness surged forth, while countless crimson lights surged and flickered along the crack.

"Now!"

The girl shouted loudly.

The two simultaneously unleashed their power to its limit, and with a deafening roar, the entire sky shattered. A figure plummeted from the deep, unseen void.

The girl immediately stepped forward to help him up, asking with concern, "Kongtian, how are you?"

"I am fine."

The silver-haired girl shook her slightly dizzy head and sighed softly with lingering fear: "This void is really terrifying... Even though I haven't been imprisoned for very long, I feel like I've endured endless years, and I even thought that I would be trapped in it forever until my consciousness completely succumbs."

This cage was created by Otto, and only he possessed the ability to build it.

The cage serves a very simple purpose: to imprison and confine someone. It will not cause any physical harm.

It may seem harmless, but this endless mental imprisonment is enough to drive anyone to the brink of collapse.

In the void, there are no changing seasons or the passage of time. The trapped person loses all five senses and can only remain in a state of constant awareness. Day after day, they wander in boundless loneliness, slowly exhausting their mind and spirit in endless torment until their consciousness collapses, sinking into nothingness and heading towards the destruction called immortality.

"By the way, why did you suddenly risk your life to save me?" Space looked at Creation and asked the question that had been bothering it.

Both were witches, but they were not close friends in life and did not belong to the same camp. Although they now serve under Otto, their relationship has not yet reached the point where they would risk their lives to save each other.

Making such a blatant violation of the rules and risking his life to save her is tantamount to directly defying Otto's will. It's just asking for trouble. She can't understand why he's not afraid of being held accountable and punished afterward.

Creation chuckled, her laughter carrying the innate pride of a witch, and concealing her disdain and resistance towards Otto.

She stood on the desolate land, her tone straightforward and frank: "I need you to help me open a passage back to the ancestral land of the witches."

The so-called ancestral land is the birthplace of witches. All witches born there can find their way back by relying on a special aura.

However, the Fallen Witch is not included in this list.

Even though Creation has been resurrected and her strength is at the Seven Star level, by the definition of origin, she still does not belong to the true witch, so she cannot locate herself or return to her ancestral land.

The only way is to use the Space Witch who wields the power over space to forcibly open a passage based on memories.

Besides this, no one can go to the Witch's Ancestral Land.

"I don't have that ability." The Space Witch's face darkened, and she refused without hesitation.

Creation was not surprised by this and calmly advised, "You should be aware of Otto's overall plan. He wants to monopolize this world and create a utopia that completely obeys his will."

"We came into this world to obtain this beautiful place, and along the way, countless of our kind have perished. If this world ultimately falls into Otto's hands, what will become of us witches who have fought for it all this time?"

“We may seem to have submitted to him now, but don’t forget that I was always a witch in my original identity.”

Her gaze was resolute, fixed on the space where hesitation lingered, and her tone was earnest: "For the sake of our race, help me this once!"

Faced with this righteous and awe-inspiring persuasion, Kongjian's hands, hanging at his sides, clenched quietly, his brows and eyes filled with entanglement and struggle, and he hesitated to give in.

It wasn't that she disagreed with what the other person said, but she had two concerns weighing on her mind.

The Ancestral Land is the last hidden sanctuary of the witch clan, the birthplace of witches, and the place where many witches now slumber.

Anyone who trespasses, except for orthodox witches, will be considered an intruder and killed without exception.

The crux of the problem lies here: these two are fallen and reborn witches, lacking a special aura, their essence is no longer pure, and they cannot be considered true witches.

If we rashly open a passage to the ancestral land, will the witch really be willing to accept the arrival of the two of us?

They might just treat him as a traitor or spy and kill him.

In addition, she committed two serious crimes: unauthorized prison break and assisting in the creation of returning to the ancestral land by contacting the witch and leaking information. If Otto finds out, her fate will be a hundred times worse than being imprisoned in the void.

On one hand, there was the unknown and dangerous plan for her tribe; on the other hand, there was her own life, which she had finally regained. She dared not gamble easily, fearing the loss of everything she had.

What exactly are you worried about?

The Creator, seeing her hesitant expression, was utterly perplexed.

In her fixed mindset, personal life and death, gain and loss, freedom and honor can never take precedence over the survival of the community.

The situation in the main world is already precarious. All witches should unite to continuously explore new dimensional territories and find a sanctuary where they can live permanently.

During the pioneering period, all the sacrifices were worthwhile.

"Aren't you afraid of all your efforts being in vain, and you'll just be throwing your life away?" Space couldn't understand her obsession either.

In his view, every witch is an independent individual.

Having already risked their lives and shed blood for the greater good of their race, and having finally been brought back to life, they should live for themselves and not risk their lives again.

As she quietly observed the space, she suddenly understood all of the other person's timidity and concerns. Her tone softened, and she stopped trying to persuade them forcefully.

I know you're worried.

She spoke softly to reassure them: "Are you afraid that your kin in the ancestral land will not accept us and will instead kill us as traitors? You don't need to worry about that at all. You just need to help me locate the coordinates, open up a passage, and send me there alone."

Then, she proposed a second solution:

"As for Otto, you have even less to fear."

"The divine kingdom is already empty, all the divine messengers have perished, and even the vocal witch who sided with him has gone out on a mission. This is a once-in-a-millennium window of opportunity."

"No one will be able to detect our unusual movements in a short period of time. Once I successfully reach the ancestral land, you only need to cut off the passage and eliminate all traces. Even if he finds out everything afterward, you can simply pin all the blame on me."

“You are still very useful, now that we have a scapegoat. Otto won’t kill you easily; at most, he’ll just lock you back in the Void.”

He took a half-step forward, reached out and pressed his hand on her shoulder, his eyes solemn and sincere:

"I have been biding my time for far too long, and I really don't have time to waste any more. If I continue to sit and wait for death, this world will eventually be forever separated from witches. Please help me this time, for the sake of my people, okay?"

His persuasive words, delivered layer by layer, were earnest and sincere, completely shattering the last vestiges of hesitation and cowardice in Kongyuan's heart.

She sighed helplessly and asked only one question: "Is it worth it?"

Her response was an unwavering nod from Creation.

Perhaps moved by this obsession, or perhaps because the lingering sense of kinship within her heart had not been extinguished, Space said nothing more. She gently raised her hand, summoned the deepest, sealed memories, and tore open the void before her with her bare hands.

A spatial passage silently and quietly took shape, its coordinates precisely locked at the boundary of the Witch's Ancestral Land, which transcends the world.

"After all, I have come back from the dead."

The space spoke up, reminding me: "The will of the ancestral land no longer recognizes me. I cannot send you directly into the ancestral land; I can only send you to a nearby area. I cannot determine the exact location either. Anyway, we were born from there. As for the rest of the journey, you will have to figure it out yourself."

"Thank you."

Creation nodded his thanks, then turned and walked toward the narrow spatial rift.

The space stood silently, watching her figure walk step by step into the crevice until she disappeared completely.

The wind swept across the desolate wilderness, leaving only the silver-haired girl standing alone in this deathly silent world.

"Good luck……"

…………

In the dark and deep space, a narrow spatial passage suddenly appeared, and a blue-haired girl quickly stepped out.

It was the creation of witches.

Upon reaching its destination, the temporary spatial passage collapsed and vanished instantly, leaving no trace.

Creation didn't care about this. Since she had come to this area, she never thought of going back. Even if she eventually died here, she would be willing.

She was long tired of being controlled and driven by others.

Witches are noble and free; they should be above all lower dimensions, doing whatever they want, instead of being controlled and driven by filthy insects.

"here it is……"

As she looked around, all she could see was darkness, with no buildings or signs to refer to. Yet, the instinct etched deep within her soul allowed her to instantly recognize this place: "The Road Back."

She sighed softly, "I never expected the passage to descend directly here. The word 'return' does fit my current situation quite well."

Looking at this familiar land, a long-lost smile of nostalgia appeared on her face. She stepped forward, walking through the perpetual darkness, closing the distance to her ancestral land step by step.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the endless darkness ahead seemed to have reached its end, with only a majestic and heavy black stone gate standing silently at the end of the field of vision, solemn and ancient.

This is the gate to the boundary; only by crossing this gate can one truly step into the ancestral land of the witch.

Her smile widened, and she walked forward impatiently, eager to see her former companions.

But at that moment, the darkness stopped, and a force that disrupted time descended, temporarily freezing the entire area.

The advanced clones she created had all died beforehand, and in order to rescue the space, her core energy was severely depleted.

At this moment, her strength is so weak that she is only three stars.

Faced with this power that could freeze time, they were utterly powerless to resist, forced to remain stationary, unable to move, with only their consciousness able to perceive their surroundings.

"Tap..."

The crisp sound of footsteps drew closer, and a tall, imposing figure emerged from the black mist.

"You... are Creation?" she asked softly, staring intently at Creation's appearance, then shook her head. "No, Creation died at the hands of Paper Kite in the tsunami battle long ago, and you don't have the aura unique to witches on you."

Who exactly are you?

Black mist surged, and the two witches locked eyes.