At last, as time passed, the card finally took shape completely.
The card was exquisitely beautiful—or rather, perfect. It seemed like a creation of the gods. Most importantly, everyone could feel the power contained within it.
"Now it's yours."
The formation vanished, and the card fell into Xia Bai's hand.
Only then did the witches realize that there was actually one more person present.
Xia Bai clutched the card in excitement and, with almost no hesitation, activated its power.
Boom!
Amidst a blaze of dazzling light, a miniature formation appeared above Xia Bai's head. In the infinite Bright Light, Xia Bai's clothes seemed to vanish for an instant, only to be replaced by battle armor.
The armor was black at its base, with platinum-white patterns upon it. They were not elaborate, merely a few simple strokes, neither refined nor even particularly delicate—indeed, they were somewhat rough. Yet those very lines carried a sense of ancient, overwhelming power.
Wings similar to Infinite Demon's unfurled behind Xia Bai. But this time, the meaning displayed by the magical formation was no longer power, compassion, glory, and victory. There was only one thing: power. Absolute power. Ultimate power!
No superfluous things were needed. Power alone was enough!
This was the reflection of Xia Bai's inner vision.
"Hahahahaha!"
Xia Bai laughed madly, laughing until tears streamed down her face.
How long had it been? So long that even she herself had forgotten.
How desperately she had yearned for transcendence—and yet it had been something she could never obtain. Until this moment, she had finally gained the thing of her dreams.
And the power she possessed now was far greater than anything she had dreamed of countless times.
At that moment, she had an intense feeling that the world around her was incredibly fragile, as though