Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil Chapter 1504 Cursed by the Feminine

Chapter 1504 Cursed by the Feminine

Existential Concepts, integral to the vast tapestry of boundless existence, held sway over the very essence of living beings.
The omnipotent entity that had materialized beside the sorrowful goddess and the dying god wove the bloodline of Elder Ichor into an Existential Concept, merging it with the "template" of the White Raven.
This fusion ensured the eventual emergence of the Elder Ichor bloodline in a distant future. It was only a matter of time before some world, adhering to the laws of the cause-and-effect fabric, would give birth to the inheritor of the Elder Ichor bloodline by following this template.
The White Raven's Existential Concept would inherently bear the traits of the integrated bloodline. Regardless of its birthplace or journey through realms, it would forever carry the Elder Ichor bloodline. As long as someone could harness this mythical beast's bloodline or use the Elder Seed Artifacts to perfection, the dying god's successors would manifest.
This strategic maneuver also guaranteed the continuous existence and evolution of the Elder Seed Artifacts the dying god had crafted. These artifacts were designed to generate Elder Seeds in the form of their owners, paving the way for one of them to inherit the dying god's legacy. Without the Existential Concept of the White Raven, these Elder Seed Artifacts would have been next in line after the dying god to perish by the divine curse.
A resounding, enraged female voice reverberated throughout the dying world the moment the Existential Concept of the White Raven was formed. It seemed as if the very void surrounding the realm seethed with anger.
In response, a new supreme entity manifested in the domain of the dying world. This entity was the cause of the dying god's plight, and she seethed with fury at the prospect of the god having an heir in the future.
As the lower part of the dying god's body crumbled into nothingness, he shifted his gaze toward the source of the furious voice, which seemed to emanate from every corner of the world. Observing a figure approaching, he remained outwardly composed. Yet, beneath the surface, a primal storm of emotions began to stir within him, evident in the intensity of his gaze.
This goddess possessed a level of beauty that was unparalleled. Yet, for some inexplicable reason, Eren sensed that she couldn't fully harness her charms at this moment. It appeared that her once-beautiful countenance had been marred by the mere possibility of the dying god having an heir in the future, and the powerlessness she felt to prevent it.
"What have you done?" questioned the newly arrived hauntingly beautiful goddess, her face betraying a suppressed fury. She didn't direct any questions or accusations at the omnipotent existence, but she displayed no fear of her either.
"Hehehehehe," the once-crying goddess burst into maniacal laughter as she observed the expressions on the hauntingly beautiful goddess's face. The former was aware that the latter had paid a tremendous price to bring the dying god to his current state. Her intention had been to eliminate the dying god once and for all, erasing any possibility of his legacy continuing.
This would enable her and her allies to lay claim to his "throne."
However, now that the Existential Concept of the White Raven had been created, she and her allies were left with nothing to do but wait for the inheritors of Elder Ichor to emerge from somewhere in the boundless cosmos. And there was nothing they could do to prevent it. Meaning they could treat the symptoms by targeting any Elder Seeds they could find. However, they could do nothing about the root cause.
"All your efforts have come to naught," the once-crying goddess, now free of tears, reveled in the fact that the newly arrived goddess's endeavors had been in vain. She taunted her with laughter before continuing.
"You cursed him and abandoned him here to die. But in the end, you were cursed too. Is this what mortals call divine retribution? Hehehe. I understand it now. It's truly a beautiful concept."
Despite her smile, the goddess's divine form grew pallid, a testament to the price she had paid by relinquishing her Spark to create the possibility of an Elder Ichor inheritor. She wasn't exactly in a condition to confront the newly arrived goddess head-on.
The hauntingly beautiful goddess regained her composure upon learning that the crying goddess had expended her Spark. This was still a win, no matter how small it was. Displaying anger or emotions that served no purpose in front of her adversaries. Instead, she promptly altered her demeanor and flashed a cunning smile as she spoke.
"It appears you're quite confident that I won't be able to interfere with his potential inheritors," remarked the hauntingly beautiful goddess as she raised her hands.
"Allow me to remind you. I succeeded in bringing him down and shattering his Divinity into fragments. Previously, after I used my ultimate trump card on him, there was nothing more I could have done. It was a trick that guaranteed his death. What could surpass that?
But you shouldn't have taken the actions you did. Now that he will have heirs in the future, I shall curse them as well. Even if it means slumbering for eons on end, I will ensure his successors can never claim his throne," she declared, her divinity on the line as she tampered with the very fabric of cause and effect in the boundless cosmos.
At this moment, powers far beyond the realm of conventional magic were unleashed. The dying world stood on the brink of annihilation as god-level entities wielded their formidable abilities.
The goddess's influence unleashed fresh turmoil across the world, hastening its descent into destruction with unprecedented speed. Yet, another colossal runic circle enshrouded the fractured sky, as the adversary of the dying god spoke in a malevolent tone filled with killing intent.
"May the true inheritor of Elder Ichor, whenever and wherever they may appear, be cursed by the feminine. May the feminine be their downfall, now and forever," the hauntingly beautiful goddess laughed as she cursed all the future inheritors of Elder Ichor.