Following her memory, the appearance of this woman seemed somewhat similar to that of the Creation Goddess Statue that had been destroyed before.
Additionally, on the rough wall behind, there appeared to be incomplete murals, like a group of people worshiping this clay jar.
In any case, the too-quiet palace exuded an eerie atmosphere.
However, Ivyst was not afraid of these things.
She decided to make it a quick battle.
The next second, accompanied by a flicker of her figure, Ivyst, wearing a black dress, instantly appeared in the center of the high platform.
She looked down and noticed that the ground around the clay jar seemed to be engraved with some crude patterns and matrices.
Ivyst raised her right hand slightly, a red light flickering in her palm.
She attempted to control this seemingly ordinary clay jar, willing it to fly into her palm.
But just like last time, despite appearing to be a mere mortal object, her extraordinary power could not budge it in the slightest.
It was impossible to take it with her.
It looked like she would have to devour its laws and characteristics into her body on the spot.
Ivyst's face was expressionless.
However, this was part of her plan for the day.
What she had to do was actually quite simple.
Ivyst took a deep breath, her intangible presence spreading out.
The next second, her black hair began to float as if there was no wind, her already crimson pupils became even deeper, faintly twinkling with starry light, slowly revolving like a cosmic star chart.
Accompanied by a blood-red force field slowly filling the space, layers of murmuring and wailing, as if crossing through time and space, echoed in the originally silent underground relics.
With Ivyst's inner momentum reaching its peak, the surrounding space emitted a deafening buzz!
At the same time, those murmurs and wails, as if coming from an endless land of the dead, solidified into a tangible force, crazily converging behind Ivyst!
Moments later, a gigantic door entwined with endless Order Chains silently descended upon this place.
In an instant, Ivyst's body suddenly flew into the sky.
Accompanied by a chant mixed with ancient spells, the Blood Gate, large enough to engulf an entire mountain range, swung open with a thunderous crash, along with the shattered chains that broke free from their binding!
Behind the door, there loomed a world formed from surging blood!
At this moment, Ivyst, with eyes shining red, floated in midair like a stunning Valkyrie.
Her powerful Sixth Rank presence merely overflowed slightly and the entire mountain range shook with rolling stones, as if on the verge of collapse at any moment.
She issued her command solemnly and resolutely.
Amid the all-consuming wails and sobs, those bright red energies from the River of Death abruptly converged towards the center of the door, like an inescapable black hole vortex bent on destroying everything!
Under such frightening momentum, the Wish Jar that had appeared so antiquated and calm finally began to change.
It... under such horrendous and intense tearing forces, began to shake unstably.
Even the surface of the clay, already broken, began to crack open!
As a Sealed Object, its consciousness finally awoke.
Accompanied by a strange noise, the originally empty clay jar was now crazily overflowing with black mire, squirming as if intelligent, fleeing in all directions.
Ivyst's expression was stern, unapproachable like a goddess, her black dress fluttering, and with a gentle wave of her hand,
Those black muds, which had been trying to scatter, suddenly rose from the ground and, as if drawn by some agreement, entered into the Blood Gate.
It appeared to be perhaps a Level 2 to Level 1 Sealed Object.
It seemed like she could wake up earlier than anticipated.
A figure unconsciously surfaced in Ivyst's mind.
It was at this moment, a cold and resentful female voice suddenly sounded in her mind.
"I have received your first wish."
The next second, alongside the surging black mud, a naked figure with dog ears and a tail appeared beside the clay jar.
Ivyst looked down and saw it was a male figure with black hair and blue eyes, fair and handsome to behold.
An intense disgust rose in her heart.
Without even moving a finger, Ivyst looked over at the replica Lynn with eyes filled with murderous intent.
In an instant, it burst violently, turning into a pool of black rain.
Even if you did not speak, it would read your inner thoughts and realize them in the worst possible way.
Everyone's wishes could not exceed three.
She must quickly destroy it completely.
Ivyst frowned, her expression cold as she looked at the smiling female face on the clay jar.
The next second, that resentful voice sounded again.
"I have received your second wish."
Accompanied by the sound of shattering, the Wish Jar that was teetering on the edge of collapse broke into countless fragments, scattering across the floor.
But quickly, as if drawn by some mysterious force, they came together as if time was reversing, reforming to their original appearance.
It had read Ivyst's wish to destroy it and had realized that wish.
The third wish was coming up!
Even though the first two wishes had not had any real effect on her, Ivyst's sixth sense told her.
If she allowed that wish to be fulfilled, something with dire consequences was sure to happen.