**Chapter 1383: I… Won’t Joke with Myself**
“It’s impossible! How could the Perfect Witch accomplish something like this!”
An incredulous gasp echoed the inner thoughts of countless people at this moment.
They had considered that the Perfect Witch might want to test how to “survive” under the attack of the “World Core.”
But they never anticipated that the means to resolve it would be so brutal and direct.
Originally, those who wanted to sit back and watch were entirely shattered in this moment.
They were slapped in the face by the overwhelming truth: the Perfect Witch already had the means to resist the World Core!
This meant that, at least in the order created by the Nine Monarchs of the Void within the endless void, she was almost an “invincible” existence.
The only entities that could sanction her were the Nine Monarchs of the Void!
But could this be possible?
As long as that Perfect Witch did not betray, one of the Divine Emperors would always exist to protect her.
Moreover, the terrifying aspect of the Witch Race was their heritage! Even the War Truth Witch was just a representative of their truth.
No one knew how many Truth Witches existed in the Witch Race.
This notion alone would lead countless people to envy and be jealous; if it were them, perhaps their performance would be more insane than that of the Perfect Witch now!
Because she was already nearly invincible.
Once again reflecting on everything that had transpired.
From the emergence of the Perfect Faith to its display before the crowd, then the backing of the Perfect Witch herself, along with the protection of her believers.
Eventually, she established the final safeguard in this way.
And… let’s not forget about the God-slaying Artifact embedded at the gates of the Human Cultivation Trial Ruins!
In the void where divine beings could not intervene personally.
Even the power of the deities was ineffective against her, and she also wielded the “Perfect Ninth Sense” that distorted divine saints, plus the God-slaying Artifact capable of slaying deities.
Who would dare provoke such an “invincible person”?
And this was merely part of the metaphor contained in this matter and their future attitude toward such a strong individual.
There were many others, like the Truth Society and the Human Cultivation group; they cared more about other things.
For instance, they had never heard of the Perfect Ninth Sense, while many remained stuck in the perception of the five senses.
At most, they would classify it as a rigid sixth sense or intuition, and the seventh sense already felt somewhat unfamiliar.
Their impressions of the sense of time perhaps rested on the Perfect Witch’s means of manipulating time and so forth.
The unknown shaped fear.
Their indifference was indeed due to probing.
But before they could fully grasp it, they had already been frightened into a loss of courage by the unknown.
Their perceptions beyond the five senses had long been confined to the concepts spread and the labels summarized by understanding.
Afterwards, that indescribable force would slightly unveil a corner of its mystery.
Let alone the fact that they didn’t even know what the Ninth Sense was.
Isn’t this a kind of deterrence?
Of course, while being a deterrent, it also opened up an entirely new path!
If the Perfect Witch could achieve the Ninth Sense, doesn’t that imply that the limits of human cultivation are far beyond this?
One can only say that the joys and sorrows among people are not interconnected.
Just like the individuals in the Truth Society, they were more concerned with how the “World Prim” in the Perfect Witch’s hands was able to shield against the World Core.
The “nemesis” of the World Prim is the world itself; the three elements of the world are important parts constituting the world. Even the World Core, which the World Master controls, is fundamentally “the world.”
Thus, even the World Prim cannot withstand the might of the World Master.
After all, the inherent trait of the World Prim is resilience; its manifestation is that it exists eternally, and not that the shape it formed is eternal.
Even with the most profound techniques, it can only transform the World Prim into a creation without considering material limits.
Moreover, the compatibility between the World Prim and extraordinary techniques has always been poor. Although current cutting-edge techniques have surpassed the incompatibility between the World Prim and extraordinary power, allowing the utilization of the World Prim to reach a whole new territory.
However, the effects of macro creations will never reach the “eternal trait” of the Prim itself.
If the World Master wishes to “destroy” such creations, it would be a simple task, rather than what it is like now:
A piece of World Prim withstood the World Core!
The World Core is the embodiment of all the power in the world.
Don’t be fooled; even if an extraordinary being masters some powerful techniques, they can destroy an entire small world, but that’s only superficial.
Worlds born naturally in the void are meant to nurture life, not to become power or weapons.
But if a whole world, in special circumstances, condenses all concepts into an offensive, its terrifying power could destroy any existing entity.
And the one who leads and controls this power is the World Master.
Returning to the battlefield in the void. Looking at myself, unharmed, the “Saint of the Mother Earth Deity” exhausted the last bit of energy and means.
Divine beings were supposed to be invincible; at least, they shouldn’t hit a brick wall beneath the level of divine beings.
For the moment, I ignored the despondency of this saint. Instead, I meticulously examined the marks of transformation on the World Prim, seemingly wanting to find some changes.
In fact, I could casually observe how a world operates and utilizes the World Prim in any world within the void.
However, this process was taking too long.
The operation of the world has its own rules; even if I brought a piece of World Prim into a world, it was impossible for the world itself to suddenly utilize it.
Instead, it follows the “natural operation” under the changes of the world, the passage of time, and the propagation of life.
This was the flaw in how the World Master utilized the World Prim and the primary reason why the “one-time God-slaying Artifact” has an extremely low yield.
Even if I could use the sense of time and sense of space to accelerate the formation of a world, I still have my limits.
Moreover, these worlds are not “destined worlds” where time stands still, in which the past, present, and future are predetermined peculiar constructs. Even if I bring it into that world, the entry of the World Prim is considered a foreign object; everything in the future will break balance, which requires “development.” The process of direct leap development into the future still sees the World Prim remaining there, perhaps even expelled by the world into the earth vein space.
Just like what happened with Elia and her companions in the past.
Thus, the fastest and most convenient means would naturally be to get the World Master to strike at me.
If the power of the World Core “destroys” the World Prim, then perhaps I could find deeper structural insights.
Even understand how the World Prim “transforms” into the material of world composition.
Think about it: the World Prim can transform any conceivable material; even something as fundamental as material space can evolve, this is the foundational premise of “power that can do anything.”
But unfortunately, under the powers of my life techniques and the Great Spellbook, it transformed into the World Prim itself.
This in itself was somewhat bizarre. Even I wasn’t entirely clear about what exactly “happened.” I only knew that it was stuck in the initial phase of “life sprouting.”
With my current means, I was somewhat at a loss.
Of course, I could achieve what I could reach, but this “known” wasn’t what I needed.
My sigh of regret didn’t last long.
Because the only “Saint of the Mother Earth Deity” before me already showed signs of self-termination.
In a situation where hope was invisible, death was also a form of liberation.
But I didn’t want him to perish like this.
At least he shouldn’t die at this moment.
His remaining value was not yet exhausted, so he could not die.
More importantly, the divine protection on him was the World Core I valued most!
This is the power of faith protection; if I twisted him into a non-believer, this power would also undergo unreliable mutations.
At the very least, it could lead to self-destruction; a deity wouldn’t want their power to fall into someone else’s hands.
Ultimately.
It was about my limited understanding of the power of the World Core.
Since the experiment on the “World Prim” ended without results, it was time to move on to the next experiment.
That was to explore “life forms”!
This exploration was something I had touched on long ago: soul-quality life, soul life, magic life, mimic life, dream-state life, real-time life, and the theoretical “world-state life.”
Exploring life forms seemed to have become the inevitable path of the “Perfect Being” concept.
Thus, the sense of life is undoubtedly worthy within the “Awakening of a Perfect Being” witch topic; it embodies the ninth sense of perfect perception.
In fact, I already had some guesses; this speculation should have hinted at early on.
For example, the difference in perception.
My Perfect Sixth Sense and others’ Sixth Sense might be somewhat different; this is also one of the reasons I highlight perception with the “Perfect” prefix.
This sense, transcending the five senses, may have a unified name among them, but its tendencies may not necessarily align.
Just like I can develop perfect emotions, perfect desires, perfect sensations, perfect affinities, etc., from the heart sense, while others use their sixth sense as intuition or foresight.
The further this sense is pushed upward, the greater the differences may become.
And this “disharmony” finally erupted in my Ninth Sense.
In the eyes of others, the Ninth Sense might not be a sense of life, but rather another form of perception.
Perhaps it’s called reincarnation sense? Rule sense? In any case, this is just a name and definition.
In the end, it would likely lead to the same destination.
The only difference would be the perspective of interpretation.
What I firmly believe in is the sense of life; perhaps once I perfect it into the “Perfect Sense of Life,” I might gain insight into others’ paths through analogous connections.
But all of this is still somewhat far from me.
What I need to resolve most is the saint before me.
I still need the other party to “kill” me thoroughly!
“Want to die? No, you should live.”
I looked at the saint who had already knelt down; immediately, he felt an intense desire for survival wildly resisting the void in his heart.
Perhaps he had already lost the “hope” and “driving force” to sustain his existence.
But it didn’t matter; my hope was enough.
Life is instinct; even if he is not my life clone, I had already tried a preliminary application of the embryonic form of the sense of life on the remaining six non-believers.
He raised the World Core, intending to extinguish himself along with it, but at the last moment, he stopped.
His thoughts were clear now, yet his will was conflicted.
“Why… why won’t you let me die!” he roared.
Clearly, I had no substantial power restraining him; his hand could lift at any moment to send himself away, yet he clung to life under the “desire for survival” that did not belong to him.
And he took everything as my doing.
Perhaps any normal person would think he had problems in his mind.
And in fact, he indeed did.
His mind was problematic; it was my doing.
Because you still have some value; I need the power you possess; soon, you will accomplish something that shakes the void.
“That is—kill me.”
As I whispered my final words, his incredulous gaze was swiftly engulfed by anger and impulse!
That reckless rage and the drive to do anything transformed him into a puppet that would strike at me.
Watching the World Core accelerate wildly, I joyfully opened my arms, turning to face the world, embracing
Death! Someone knew how powerful I truly was; even I seemed to suffer from a severe “self-strength recognition disorder.”
Power gravitates to those who match it.
It appeared as though I was oblivious to the practice, pouring myself entirely into extraordinary research.
When I gained infinite magic power and infinite growth, becoming stronger had become as instinctual as breathing.
But this was not the “strength” I sought.
In my current state, I had become so strong that I could not kill myself.
Although saying this is somewhat strange; I should say I can’t completely kill myself as I wish.
Thus, I need the intervention of external forces, and those powers must be of a higher level than mine.
What I needed was absolute death in an instant.
To escape the form of “life essence” and explore the essence in a manner more attuned to the extraordinary.
The confidence I had for all this stemmed from the “sense of life.”
The sense of life encompasses not only the life of “life essence”; otherwise, how could I later shape the power of the World Master through the sense of life?
What I was exploring was akin to the field order that once did not exist in dreams; in truth, everything was just a change of “thought.”
The life form I aimed to explore through the sense of life was precisely the incomprehensible life form of the “World Prim.”
It certainly exists; my sense of life also asserts it is a form of life; it’s just that my current life essence restricts the possibility of exploring that level.
This was yet another “bold gamble,” but I wouldn’t commit to a reckless suicide without confidence.
Just like when I recognized the existence of the soul, shedding the physical body, embracing the essence of life through death.
And now, I recognize the concept of “unknown life” through my sense of life, using the powers of the World Master to shed the shackles of life essence and embrace a whole new form of life in a posture of absolute death.
Moreover, I am not without a backup plan.
The life clones I extended from my sense of life are them, and I am them.
It is said that the resurrection spell does not bring back the dead, but rather the life that hasn’t fully died.
Thus, the existence of life clones is proof that I have not truly died no matter how recklessly I pursued death.
I… will not joke with myself.
It’s just that those who don’t understand me think I am insane.