These threads constantly nudged her, compelling her to evade their grasp.
Fearful of voicing her thoughts, Suzi Han was acutely aware that these were the threads of fate wielded by her adversary, they suppressed Shure, forcing her to remain hidden beneath the rivers surface.
However, should Sure wish to manipulate time and harness her divine powers, she would need to emerge from the river of time itself.
Merely breaching the temporal barrier to communicate with Suzi Han required immense divine energy from the systems supreme deity for protection.
In that fleeting moment, Suzi Han comprehended the precariousness of Shir situation akin to walking a tight trope where even the slightest misstep could result in irrevocable consequences.
Should she become ins snare by those threads, she risked being bound and controlled.
Suzi Han also recognized the earnestness of the systems supreme deity in revealing the truth to her.
This entire scenario was beyond the scope of mere words or images.
Yet, a single glance was sufficient for her to grasp the entirety of the situation.
Was this the reason behind their sudden decision to embark on such a perilous offensive? Shiaosure embraced Suzi Han's ethereal form, apologizing for not securing enough time for everyone.
The enemy was far more ruthless and formidable than anticipated, and now they were on the verge of ascending to a higher realm.
Time was running out, and she could only persist for so long.
Shir whispered in Suzi Han's ear, stating that under the manipulation of fate, the world tree of the outer gods had commenced its path of control, and snaring them in its web.
As the game reached a critical juncture, they realized they had already entered the fray.
Even more disheartening was the realization that it was too late for redemption.
Shirer's voice was tinged with sorrow, acknowledging the overwhelming presence of numerous divine emperors, rendering her abilities inadequate to turn back time with guilt weighing heavily upon her.
Shir continued, "The day the world tree consolidates its power will be the moment fate converges.
The outer god will seize the natural authority, ascend, and devour all powers of the blue star.
Chi-chi did not deceive you.
Now is the opportune moment to rest this natural authority from them.
Shir hesitated, unable to finish her thought.
Suzi Han looked at her, silently, forming words with her lips, fearing that she might lose hope.
Shir nodded in acknowledgement.
Wasn't he that the truth? In the past, the blue star thrived, collaborating with Chi-Chi on grand endeavors, seeking revenge against the world tree that caused them distress.
However, now the vital forces of the blue star were barely surviving with Chi-Chi daringly leading this half divine being into the enemy ranks, potentially confronting a near supreme being, a top tier supreme, and a fate deity pulling the strings from behind.
Even if they were to succeed against the odds, it remained uncertain whether Shir Shir and the system supreme deity could endure until the end.
Their journey had begun too late.
Time was scarce and fate obscured their hopes.
No effort itself was hope.
Suzi Hon mouthed to Shure.
The world spun chaotically.
Her last impression being Shur's tearful eyes.
Suzi Haniak in it had a memorialius intact.
Yet the faces around her appeared blurred and indistinct.
Upon opening her eyes, she was greeted by the large, eager visage of Chi-Chi, leaning in closely.
"You must be awake now.
I was so worried about you.
Are you feeling lonely? Would you like some strawberries?" With that, Chi-Chi produced a vibrant crimson strawberry from seemingly nowhere.
You can savor the sweetest part while leaving the less desirable end for me.
I one t mind it all.
Suzi Han accepted the strawberry that little Chi-Chi handed her, which was quite sizable, requiring both of Chi-Chi's hands to steady it.
She took a hearty bite from the top, relishing the delightful sweetness.
The strawberry was exceptionally sweet, and its variety was unknown to her, but it was undeniably delicious.
"It's incredibly sweet," Suzi Han remarked.
"Of course, this is one of my treasured finds," Chi-Chi replied proudly.
Suzi Han finished the strawberry in just a few bites, causing Chi-Chi to stiffen.
A hint of discontent in her gaze as she looked at Suzi Han's now empty hands.
You took my strawber's end.
Chapter 350.
What is happening? Suzi Han rose and gazed at the entire crystal screen.
She inquired, "Where are we flying to, and when will the battle commence?" Little Chi-Chi replied, "We almost there.
According to the plan, the war will begin in approximately an hour.
Once we finish, I shall take you to the central stars garden of the systems main deity, where we will pluck and savor the large strawberries.
A smile graced Suzi Han's face, realizing the origin of the strawberries.
No wonder they were the most succulent, energy richch, and sweetest strawberries she had ever tasted.
The main deity's garden was indeed a testament to the prowess of the blue star deity, as agriculture seemed to be ingrained in their very genes.
With a flick of her wrist, half a strawberry materialized in her hand.
Using divine power, she crafted a perfect cut, dividing the berry in two.
Since Chi-Chi had claimed the end of the strawberry, Suzi Han naturally refrained from consuming it entirely.
She had only taken a couple of bites, secretly reserving half to tease her friend.
She had no habit of hoarding food when her friend shared with her.
Chi-Chi's eyes sparkled as she beheld the reappearing strawberry, shaking her head and pushing it towards Suzi Han.
You eat it.
I want to wait and enjoy it later.
To my heart's content, the system informed me that once we return, the enemies will be vanquished and Blue Star will flourish a new.
Suzi Han smiled at Chi-Chi, thinking that her friend's words carried an air reminiscent of a character in a television drama before their demise.
What was the purpose of setting up so many flags? Emulating such vibrant and lively energy only underscored the underlying despair in the depths of the sea god domain.
Stelia stood within her temple, gazing into the void.
The world tree had stirred, causing chaos in the central divine realm.
Fortunately, the deep sea had long found an excuse to withdraw its citizens, suffering no losses.
Yet, what difference did that make? The world had already descended into turmoil, and no one could remain unscathed.
Choosing a path for the deep sea was her duty as a deity, was it not? Dennis sat in a corner of the temple, suddenly producing an unfamiliar water harp.
The body of the instrument was crafted from ice and its strings from water.
He began to play a tune imbued with an exotic flare, his movements graceful.
The melody was soft and harmonious.
As he played, his hair gradually transformed into silvery strands, lengthening, while his nails sharpened and gleamed.
His originally handsome visage becoming even more exquisite and alluring, his beauty undeniable.
His legs morphed into a fish tail, his stature increasing.
He transformed into a merman deity standing over 3 m tall with a tail spanning 2 m.
His aura of power surged continuously, ascending from deity to god king and then directly to the ninth rank of divine emperor.
The splashes of water danced in rhythm with his melody.
Stoilio watched in awe, captivated by the dazzling beauty of the young man before her, whose charm surpassed even that of his mother.
Once the merman clan's lany was celebrated as the most enchanting deity in the divine realm.
Deities marveled at her prowess and beauty.
The world tree wept for her.
The radiant sun shattered for her.
The deep sea was entranced by her.
Fate paused for her and flames trembled at her presence.
This stunning allure led to the widespread legends of the Merman tribes beauty and strength throughout the divine realm.
Alas, she is formidable, yet not sufficiently so.
Her enchanting beauty possesses a terrifying allure akin to the corruption of the abyss.
This extraordinary talent which inspires an inexplicable love upon first sight instills fear even in the mightiest of deities.
The divine realm is skeptical of love, perceiving it merely as a means of manipulation and control.
In truth, it is simply a matter of falling in love.
Stolia harbors affection for La, lamenting her inability to protect her.
She also loves Lance.
How could Stoilia not be entranced by a partner so powerful and beautiful? Even when aware that the path ahead is fraught with thorns, even knowing that his affection may not be entirely genuine.
To love is to love.
To consciously sink into the meer feels as sweet as indulging in a delicacy.
Stoilia admires her beloved, appreciating his unmasked elegance.