Lament for Those Descending into the World!

"Your Highnesses." Beside them, a witch in a black-and-blue Wizard Robe trembled as tears streamed down her face. "How could it be so soon? I still wanted to serve you for another hundred years..."

Medea smiled gently and looked at the young, inexperienced girl beside her. "Lilith, as the kingdom's next heir, you should not cry. Birth, Aging, Sickness, and Death are only natural."

Medea stood tall and flawless in a mysterious black Wizard Robe striped with azure, before the enormous statue of the God of Wisdom. "Great God of Wisdom, in the end, we have failed your expectations. We foolish mortals ultimately failed to take that final step, to comprehend the ultimate mysterious art of life alchemy, to pry open the sacred gate of truth..."

"Thrice-Great Hermes, we... have failed."

Beside her, a faintly sorrowful smile also crossed Cassandra's gentle face.

She tilted her head slightly upward as soft sunlight fell across her peerlessly beautiful features, gazing toward the heavens. "Our end is near. The Three Witches to whom you once imparted knowledge, after all these long years, have each reached the far end of their paths. Circe... she must be nearing her decline as well, mustn't she? What a pity. We are separated by the heavens and can no longer meet again."

"Report!" At that moment, a palace guard approached from afar and presented a piece of beast hide.

Medea was slightly moved. She took the hide, glanced at it, and revealed a wistful yet relieved smile. "The three of us fought for an entire lifetime. Circe still could not forget us in the end. She has written to us."

"Circe..."

Cassandra's expression was equally complicated. Looking at the writing on the beast hide, she seemed to see another woman's voice and smile, and the centuries they had spent together.

"Are you... also heading toward destruction?"

Outside the Temple of the God of Wisdom in Flat Stone Plaza, Babylon King's Hall.

"The three eternally immortal great kings are also about to fall!!"

Countless citizens gathered outside the palace, wailing and prostrating themselves, unable to suppress their sorrowful cries and tears.

On that day, the entire kingdom wailed in grief.

The people of Babylon all knew that the Two Great Guardian Goddesses of Babylon were about to enter the decline of their lives. Every household began hanging white mourning cloth and singing Babylonian laments and folk songs.

Children gathered in groups on the streets and began singing nursery rhymes.

The songs told the life stories of the three great witch goddesses. Perhaps their combat strength had never reached Gilgamesh's heights, but in everyone's hearts, their greatness and achievements had long been comparable to those of gods.

They were the divine beings of humankind! War Witch Medea, who governed disorderly war and glory.

Spring Witch Cassandra, who governed the medicines and husbandry of mysticism.

And Curse Witch Circe, who had fled beyond their borders, who governed chaotic nature and curses.

No matter how great her sins, people could not erase Circe's past achievements. Yet even as she silently awaited death outside the kingdom, dying in some unknown corner, Curse Witch Circe stubbornly refused to return to her homeland to see her two dear friends again. She only sent them a letter.

"Even if Curse Witch Circe returned and stood atop Babylon King's Hall, seated upon the throne alongside the other two witches, not a single person in the Babylon Kingdom would lay a hand on her in this final moment. Her glory is enough to bear anything!"

Countless citizens fell silent, their hearts filled with endless emotion.

Curse Witch Circe was also a great trailblazer, a great pioneer of civilization. Before her death, even though many in the Babylon Kingdom resented her, they ultimately could not summon complete and utter hostility toward her.

Her merits outweighed her faults.

The Three Witches had risen in the age of ignorance.

When countless women of the tribe had died, it was the Three Witches who stepped forth, bathed in blood. Together, they protected the entire weak tribe of those days.

It was also the Three Witches who stepped forward during the tribe's most perilous stage of development. The three of them risked their lives in a bloody battle against the Baboco Giant Beast, achieved enlightenment amid life and death, and with invincible might pioneered witchcraft. With the War Air Hammer, they slew the Baboco Giant Beast and entered a new realm.

It was still the Three Witches who established the divisions of wizard realms, developed the rudiments of meditation, witchcraft, and alchemy, and passed down books such as Wizard's Elementary Meditation and Introduction and Witch's Gate of Truth, benefiting the world and laying the foundations of civilization.

Still, it was the Three Witches who had once led the Babylon Tribe in campaigns through the Batu Qing'er Giant Tree Forest, clearing out powerful Giant Beast Species and giving their people a peaceful environment in which to survive, allowing them to establish a kingdom upon this plain.

The glory and achievements left behind throughout the lives of the three Babylon Guardian Gods were simply too numerous to count.

The three of them had opened the entire Wizard Era, leading humanity to rise from insignificance, fighting nature for their lives, giant beasts for survival, and themselves for longevity.

Some even constantly compared the Three Witches of the Babylonian era to the Hero King of ancient Sumerian times, Gilgamesh, and still believed that they were not inferior to that former Hero King.

Yet these Three Witches were likewise heading toward the decline of life.

"You need not weep for us any longer."

"Birth, Aging, Sickness, and Death cannot be avoided by humans, and neither can we avoid them. After the two of us are gone, Babylon will no longer have us to guard it. You must rely on your own efforts to move forward."

Suddenly, the two witches smiled and exchanged a glance.

They abruptly raised their heads and stood in Flat Stone Plaza, worshipping before Hermes's magnificent statue. Clear tears slowly fell from their beautiful faces as they gazed at the boundless blue heavens. "If we could see the Thrice-Great God of Wisdom one more time before we die, we would die without regret."

"We have failed the great god's expectations. We are foolish and have failed to unravel the art of life alchemy. We have come to beg forgiveness."

"O God, would you be willing to see us once more? At the end of our lives, we have not come to slay a god."

Xu Zhi sat on a chair by the door, silently eating from his lunchbox.

"You have already done well enough. You are exceptionally talented, peerless geniuses, capable of accomplishing anything under heaven. By your own strength, you opened the path of cultivation for civilization. You are not foolish." He sighed.

As he ate the carrots in his boxed meal, even the delicious, lovingly prepared food that girl usually made seemed hard to swallow.

"If not for you, I would not be able to cultivate now either. Compared to you, I am the truly foolish one. Before you die, you should not leave with regrets and self-reproach, believing yourselves stupid because you could not comprehend a god's wisdom."

Humans were not plants or trees; how could they be without feeling?

Gilgamesh, who had headed toward decline back then, and the Three Witches today—great heroes and kings of immense personal charisma, one after another—were all inevitably heading toward the end of their lives, vanishing into the dust of history.

Though they had all once been glorious, had experienced brilliant years, and left a heavy mark upon humanity's ancient struggle against nature, death was unavoidable. Xu Zhi himself was also deeply troubled by the decline of life.

Even though this was the second time, Xu Zhi could not help but feel emotional.

Yet for the two before him, hoping that Xu Zhi would appear once more and meet them one last time, was somewhat unrealistic.

Because he was no longer a Wisdom Giant capable of descending directly into the sandbox.

For the God of Wisdom Mercury to appear, he needed to shut down the game sandbox and re-evolve the spore creatures within the game. At the very least, it would take half a day of preparation before he could become another new, strange species and enter the Great Sandbox World.

"Since I can't meet you before your deaths..."

Xu Zhi sighed and silently set down his lunchbox.

—In the end, he wanted to do something for them.

"Brain, temporarily slow down their time flow and restore it to one-to-one."

He stood up, picked up the Watering Can beside him, and dripped red rose essential oil into it. The liquid inside the entire can turned a faint crimson.

He raised the can and sprayed it toward that area from afar.

"I declare that, as the Three Witches perish, a vast bloody rain shall fall from the heavens, its fragrance drifting ten thousand miles! Heaven and earth shall weep for them!!"

Boom!!

His resounding voice pierced the heavens.

The voice of a god, vast and majestic, tore across the skies beyond the snow-white clouds, descended into endless mountains and rivers, fell upon the boundless plains, and echoed throughout the entire sandbox world, reverberating within the Babylon King's Hall.

"What is this!?"

"A miracle!!"

"It is the voice of the great God of Wisdom, Mercury!"

Tears streamed down Medea's aged face as she listened to the voice resounding across the mountains and rivers.

With a soft rustling, fragrant crimson rain suddenly poured down from the sky, sweeping across every corner of the land. It carried a faint, delicate scent, as though the entire world had been immersed in an ocean of flowers.

"What fragrant rain."

Medea and Cassandra exchanged a glance.

The rain fell upon their gentle faces, and they revealed beautiful, tender smiles of happiness. "So beautiful... truly beautiful. The God of Wisdom used his divine power to create all of this for us."

Back in the yard, Xu Zhi snapped off another flower growing nearby.

He took a knife and carved their names into its stem.

His strength far surpassed that of an ordinary person, even reaching the muscular limits of a weightlifter. After cultivating as a wizard, his mental control had become powerful enough for him to easily make tiny carvings into a flower's pistil and stem.

With a light flick of his hand—

Whoosh! The pink flower shot out like a sharp sword, crossing dozens of meters and flying straight into the miniature Flat Stone Plaza of the distant palace complex in the sandbox.

"I declare that, as the Three Witches perish, a Flower Monument shall descend from the heavens, over a hundred meters tall! Heaven and earth shall mourn them!!"

Boom! The vast, resounding voice descended once more from the sky above the white clouds.

Then, a gigantic and terrifying flower, a hundred meters tall and even comparable to the grand and magnificent Babylon King's Hall, fell from the endless clouds and plunged straight into the plaza, shaking the entire land.

"What an unimaginably enormous flower."

Countless newly born witches looked up in shock, sighing at the beauty of the giant flower. Upon its stem were carved the names of the two legendary witches.

Medea and Cassandra were girls who loved beauty as well. Fragrant blood rain and an enormous flower tombstone saw them off; the two miracles were romantic beyond measure. "God of Wisdom, we would gladly serve you for our entire lives, but the two of us have already begun to fade away..."

Xu Zhi let out a quiet sigh. In his heart, he felt as though he were seeing old friends off on their final journey.

"I cannot save the two of you from death. The only ones who can save you are yourselves. This is the only thing I can do now—just as I fulfilled Gilgamesh's wish and answered his three questions before he died."

He took out his phone, opened its music player, and played Beethoven's Symphony of Fate. It resounded throughout the entire sandbox. "I can only try my best to ensure that you die without regrets."

"I declare that, as the Three Witches perish, divine music shall be played, its elegy spanning ten thousand miles! Heaven and earth shall grieve for them!!"

The sky trembled.

The Cloud Layer began to quiver and spread outward, the white clouds rippling away in widening circles.

Boom!!

A melodious sound, accompanied by brilliant sunlight, thoroughly resounded across the vast world.

"This is heavenly music!"

"What a beautiful piece, as though a celestial river were flowing down from the heavens!"

As a world-famous piece from Earth, Beethoven's Symphony of Fate was profoundly stirring.

That glorious and magnificent elegy descended from the sky like a mighty river, as though allowing the countless people of the Babylon Kingdom below to hear a divine symphony of struggle against fate, one that ultimately ended in the complete triumph of light.