Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start?-Chapter 517 - 513-Leslie’s Transformation

Owen’s name once again resounded in the ears of all the powerful beings under the Celestial.

In response to this, Tsukihime, the First Celestial God Emperor, was the first to issue a declaration of war against Owen.

She swore to eliminate Owen and restore the Celestial’s dominance!

To Tsukihime, the deaths of King Kong and the other divine beasts, who were entirely loyal to the Celestial, were actually a benefit.

That was precisely why she had chosen to stand by and do nothing.

However, since she was aligned with the Celestial, she had to make her stance clear.

With Tsukihime taking the lead, the other top powerhouses under the Celestial all echoed her sentiments.

"Owen has gone too far! Does he think the warriors of the Celestial are mere clay dolls?"

"Indeed! He has become too arrogant! Just because he advanced to Primordial God, does he think he is invincible?"

"The majesty of the Celestial cannot be challenged. The next time we see Owen, we must kill him!"

"Kill him!"

The Yin-Yang Heavenly Sovereign, the Four Sages, and the Seven Protectors of Heaven were all enraged.

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the Celestial had far more powerful beings than just them.

For the first time, Owen had truly captured their attention!

Yet, aside from the storm Owen had stirred among the Celestial Gods, another even more significant revelation shook them to their cores.

The long-standing conflict between the Old Order, once considered the remnants of a bygone era, and the current Celestial, had finally come to an end.

The Old Order, nothing more than the fading afterglow of the past, had ultimately been defeated in a brutal battle, their fate unknown.

This outcome was within many people’s expectations.

After all, the Celestial was already at its peak, while the Old Order had long been dormant—it was only natural that they would be no match.

For the forces under the Celestial, the only thing left to do was to eradicate the remnants of the Old Order.

Then, the Celestial would usher in an unprecedented golden era!

No longer would the Celestial suffer from internal strife and constant depletion.

While most of the Celestial’s subordinates were celebrating this victory, in a mysterious and ancient world shrouded in Chaotic Aura,

this world seemed to float atop an ocean of chaos.

Ancient, timeworn palaces were linked by black chains, as if they had existed since the beginning of time.

The walls, corroded with rust and peeling stone, bore the marks of endless ages.

At the heart of this vast palace complex stood a towering black imperial palace, its grandeur akin to a mountain piercing the heavens.

Amidst the swirling chaos of the palace grounds, it stood supreme—a beacon among ruins.

At this moment, within the highest chamber of this black imperial palace, two elegant silhouettes faced each other.

One of them possessed an ethereal and ever-shifting aura, like a drifting cloud, unpredictable and unfathomable.

Yet beneath this aura lay an unquestionable authority—merely looking upon her figure would compel one to bow in submission.

This figure was none other than Tsukihime!

She was clad in a flowing white robe, its fabric seemingly woven from the stars themselves, with faint glimmers of suns, moons, and constellations flashing in and out of existence.

Even the most powerful Celestial God-tier mages would not dare to act recklessly in this place.

For the chaotic pressure here was so immense that it could shake the very heavens.

One misstep, and the weight of the world would crush them into oblivion!

Standing beside Tsukihime was a woman of deep and solemn presence—an extraordinary beauty.

If Tsukihime was akin to the ever-changing moon, then this woman was the eternal sun, radiating an aura so vast and unfathomable that it seemed capable of sweeping across the universe itself!

And yet, at this moment, this stunning woman had hair as white as snow, her complexion deathly pale, her body so frail that she looked as if she might collapse at any moment.

"Mentor!"

Seeing the woman’s frail figure tremble slightly, a rare trace of heartache flickered across Tsukihime’s proud eyes.

For this woman was her mentor—once a supreme existence within the Celestial, now reduced to a relic of the past.

"Mentor, you won’t die. Though you have suffered a setback this time, you still have a chance!"

Supporting the ancient figure of the Old Order, Tsukihime spoke resolutely.

The Old Order shook her head gently.

Her ashen white hair seemed to have lost its luster, looking incredibly dim.

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Yet her eyes remained calm.

"This day was always destined to come. It is my fate—an unchangeable fate."

As one of the Old Order, she had witnessed countless tragedies and had foreseen her own demise long ago.

She had fought against it, but in the end, she had still lost.

Despite her defeat, there was no despair in her expression—only a sense of detachment and serenity, as if she had transcended worldly concerns.

Seeing her once-mighty mentor now so withered and aged, Tsukihime felt a sting in her heart.

"Mentor, didn’t you once say that you would always be with us?"

"I don’t want to lose you!"

Tsukihime clasped her mentor’s cold hands tightly, her face full of reluctance—like a child unwilling to part from her mother, rather than the First Celestial God Emperor feared throughout the cosmos.

The Old Order chuckled softly, her voice tinged with affection.

"You are the First Celestial God Emperor, a ruler among the ancient divine beings. Why are you suddenly acting like a child?"

As she spoke, her expression grew more solemn.

Under her serious gaze, Tsukihime stuck out her tongue and huffed playfully,

"I may be the First Celestial God Emperor outside, but in front of you, I will always be your disciple—your little girl who never grows up!"

Hearing Tsukihime’s words, the Old Order found herself at a loss for words.

She knew—this was Tsukihime’s true self.

The cold, ruthless, enigmatic persona she projected was merely a facade, a defensive mask she wore to survive in this world.

"Enough about me, Mentor. Since you’ve just returned, let’s talk about our junior instead. She’s been acting out more than ever!"

Tsukihime playfully shook the Old Order’s arm, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

At the mention of their junior, the Old Order immediately envisioned a proud and icy silhouette.

Her expression grew complicated.

"I had high hopes for both of you. Originally, I favored her even more… But she has grown too reckless, crossing more and more lines. You must never follow in her footsteps."

"However… if she chose this path, she must have her reasons."

Hearing her mentor’s criticism, Tsukihime initially felt delighted.

For years, ever since their junior became their mentor’s disciple, much of the mentor’s attention had been focused on her, making her the standard Tsukihime had to measure herself against.

But why, even after scolding their junior, did their mentor still defend her?

"Mentor, our junior was clearly in the wrong this time! You’re being way too biased!"

Tsukihime pouted in frustration.

Just as she finished speaking, a cold, unyielding voice suddenly echoed through the chamber.

"Tsukihime, how dare you speak disrespectfully to Mentor?"

The voice had barely fallen when a stunning figure appeared before them.

The moment she arrived, she became the absolute center of the room.

Her snow-white skin, graceful form, and every movement radiated a breathtaking charm.

Though her expression remained calm, the imperial aura exuding from her was crushing, causing the very void to tremble.

Even Tsukihime, a peerless genius, felt momentarily breathless.

This woman—her junior—was none other than Leslie!