Divided Ideals

Babylon, Year 11.

Men who fused with Evil Eye Blood had always been rare. The only Male Witch had appeared not long ago, only to be killed. At last, the fear of being ruled by Witches erupted!

"Run! This is no longer the Babylon Tribe of old—it's hell!"

"The times have changed. The era of male rule under Hero King Gilgamesh has passed. Now is the Dark Ages of the terrifying Witches!"

They frantically tried to flee the tribe. They would rather scrape by alone under the rule of beast species than remain in such a terrifying tribe, living beneath the shadow of the Witches' strange powers.

"Circe, you're unforgivable!"

Medea and Cassandra faced each other within the tribe, fury blazing in their eyes. They had calmed the tribe's warriors, then had a huge confrontation with Circe, even attacking her in rage.

They could no longer tolerate it.

Over the years, four new Witches had emerged, so there was no longer such a desperate shortage of warriors to protect the tribe. Thus, they decided to suppress Circe. Yet after the battle, they discovered in horror that Circe had secretly become far stronger than either of them over the years.

It took both of them working together just to suppress her.

It seemed that, compared to the two kind Witches who usually restrained themselves, the evil Witch Circe's wanton indulgence of her own spirit instead made her mental power grow ever stronger.

At this very moment.

It was already Babylon, Year 16.

The seemingly peaceful Three Witches—the three great Babylon Guardian Gods, three sisters—bathed together and chatted merrily. Yet undercurrents surged beneath the surface. Over the past five years, Circe had reached an unfathomable level. Even the two of them together could likely only barely contend with her.

"Well? My two dear sisters, are you really not going to give it a try?"

Circe's fair arm gently stirred the water as she looked tenderly at the two of them. "Rather than suppressing yourselves, wouldn't indulging yourselves be the better way for Witches to cultivate and grow spiritually?"

Medea soaked in the spring water and smiled, trying to persuade her with words. "No, Circe. I don't think this method is right. If we joined you, what would become of the tribe?"

Circe's breathtakingly beautiful and seductive face took on a thoughtful expression. She immediately mapped out a splendid vision for the future. "We would rule the entire Babylon Tribe again. Women would protect the tribe, while men would be responsible for reproduction, bearing descendants, and taking on women's duties."

"That is tyranny."

Medea spoke softly. "Just like the brutal Sumerians of old, who tried to defy the gods. That is savagery, not civilization. It is not what an intelligent species should do. Do you know why the great Hero King Gilgamesh ordered history to be recorded?"

"What is the purpose of history?" Circe asked with a smile.

"The purpose of history is to record the courage and hardships of those who came before us in resisting nature. It is also to let us follow the right path through their history. Your choice is savagery, not civilization. You are leading us down the old road to the Sumerians' extinction."

Medea said, "Aren't you afraid that we will once again bring about a second Great Flood?"

"I..."

A trace of panic flashed across Circe's face.

The stronger she became, the more overwhelming her fear grew.

Even now, she could only effortlessly kill an Ala Giant Beast. Compared to the incomparably powerful Hero King recorded in history, he had been hundreds of times stronger than her. Even those great beings capable of challenging the Fenba giant beasts had still headed toward extinction. Circe's breathing quickened, then she paused slightly before suddenly laughing.

She laughed beautifully in the pool, her fair and lovely body stunningly gorgeous. "Pfft! Sister, don't try to fool me. I'm not trying to challenge the Creator, nor will I destroy other species or ecosystems. Even if it is tyranny, it is merely internal conflict among us humans. The Creator probably wouldn't care, would he?"

Circe immediately put on a smug smile. "Over these years, your spiritual progress has been far too slow—not even a third of mine. My cultivation method is the fastest, the freest, and the happiest. Why should I care whether men live or die?"

Medea immediately retorted, her words forceful. "Your cultivation method is far too evil. It is a crooked path. We must discover the proper method for Witches to cultivate their spirits."

Circe paused, and her face gradually darkened. "Since I cannot persuade you, I can only force you to cultivate."

A complicated look gradually appeared on her face. "I never wanted to kill either of you. Throughout these long years, the only ones who could stay by my side were us three sisters. You will soon understand that your little sister's choice is right, that it is for your own good. I only need you to try it once. Then you will love it and understand my painstaking intentions."

Boom! Circe's face gradually turned cold. An extremely frigid and sinister spiritual aura spread from her body, and the ripples around her rolled outward in layer upon layer. "Let me force you to accept men!!!"

"You've actually become this strong!"

Medea and Cassandra's expressions changed.

"Attack!"

At that moment, four newly awakened, beautiful Witches appeared beside the pool.

They wore exquisite beast-hide garments, held black wooden staffs, and wore garlands of flowers upon their heads. Clearly, Medea had prepared in advance. She intended to unite the power of every existing Witch and defeat the evil Witch Circe, who had taken the evil path and become unimaginably strong. They could no longer allow her to continue unchecked.

Bang! "So what if you join forces—"

Circe's violent spiritual will suddenly surged.

Under the terrifying mental shockwave, the pool's snowy-white spray burst outward in rings of violent, vast ripples. Several fish were stunned to the surface, their pale bellies turning upward.

"Is this the power of Witches?"

At that moment, a gentle voice suddenly rang out.

It belonged to a strange creature none of them had ever seen before: a mysterious, bizarre Three-Eyed Raven with black feathers. She had been quietly standing atop a lush tree for who knew how long, watching everything they did.

"Who is it?!"

The Witches' minds shook violently.

This place was enveloped by the Witches' spiritual field. Medea and Cassandra valued their chastity above all else. No foolish, lustful male from the tribe could secretly come here to peep at the three of them bathing. The consequence of forcibly approaching would inevitably be splitting headaches.

But now... "Join forces and kill her first. We can settle our grudges afterward."

Boom! In an instant, every Witch present, including Circe, attacked at once. Their intense mental shockwaves converged, intending to kill this unstable presence together first.

They were extremely decisive. They intended to eliminate the unknown before anything else.

This gathered spiritual force was extraordinarily violent, evil, and bizarre. Even the most terrifying giant beast would have died instantly. Yet now, it was as though it had fallen into a mire, vanishing soundlessly upon the black Three-Eyed Raven.

"How is that possible?!"

For a moment, every Witch stared at the black Three-Eyed Raven perched upon the lush tree with dry, hoarse breaths. A terrifying thought echoed through all their minds at once. What kind of power is this?

"This is the power of meditation."

Xu Zhi stood on the branch and said so.