The Sea Siren, nominally under the command of Poseidon, held no great reputation even within the confines of Olympus.

Fundamentally, this Sea Siren was a creature of caprice, caring little for consequences. Whatever she desired, she pursued without a second thought for whether her intended victim belonged to the Olympian faction or not.

What she enjoyed most was using her voice upon the sea to ** those sailors, guiding their vessels onto the reefs until the ships were shattered, leaving the sailors to drown. Alternatively, she would simply transform into the likeness of a mermaid, ** any handsome man she found pleasing upon the waters, and haul them back to her lair to be kept as playthings. The Siren’s lair was a reef-strewn island, bare and seemingly transparent, though it certainly contained a more concealed recess where she rested.

Before the Olympians arrived in the Immortal Realm, and during their initial establishment there, the Sea Siren remained aloof from the Olympian structure, becoming a unique entity virtually impossible to command. This situation persisted unresolved for a time due to the lack of unified voice on Mount Olympus, until Zeus finally solidified his position as Divine King. Only when the Sea God and the God of the Underworld pledged obedience to the new Divine King was there finally the focus to deal with this Siren.

The Siren was willful and arrogant, but she was no fool! Recognizing the shift in power on Mount Olympus, the Siren declared submission! Since her domain was the sea, she naturally fell under the dominion of Poseidon, and it followed logically that Triton, the eldest son of the Sea God, would seek the Siren’s aid after witnessing Artemis’s formidable strength.

Without Ye Wen, perhaps Artemis would indeed have been captured by the Siren’s voice, with its ** ability and dazzling, multicolored illusions, and subsequently delivered to Triton.

After all, the Siren had once caused immense headaches for the entire pantheon of Olympus, to the extent that for a period, the sea areas she frequented became forbidden zones that even the gods dared not traverse lightly.

Artemis, the Goddess of the Moon and the Hunt, though one of the principal deities of Olympus, excelled in areas that offered little threat to the Siren. Conversely, the Siren’s strengths precisely targeted the Moon Goddess’s vulnerabilities, meaning…

Triton had indeed made the right choice. Had there been no Ye Wen, his scheme would have unfolded smoothly.

If only there hadn’t been Ye Wen…

The Siren reverted to her true form, her wings beating incessantly, stirring up gale-force winds that lashed against the exposed skin of Ye Wen and Artemis nearby as if cut by knives, their garments whipping violently.

Yet, this only served to press the already close-fitting gown tighter against Artemis’s perfect figure, providing Ye Wen another feast for his eyes.

Artemis shot Ye Wen a sidelong glance but said nothing. Perhaps recalling the time he saw her completely undressed while bathing, she judged the current situation to be far less intrusive, and thus unworthy of much concern. Moreover, Artemis had always been immensely proud of her beauty, which had caused countless men and gods to fall head over heels.

After losing the duel to Ye Wen, she had expected this man, like all others, to be eager to claim her for his own. But that was not what happened.

Though secretly relieved, she also felt a sting to her pride—perhaps it was because women so confident in their beauty found this lack of immediate possession harder to bear?

Fortunately, Ye Wen’s subsequent behavior confirmed he was not entirely unmoved by her charms, restoring a portion of the Moon Goddess’s self-esteem. Perhaps her frequent appearances before him were simply an attempt to reclaim that lost pride?

Ye Wen could generally guess the underlying dynamic. He had privately grumbled, "Can you women be a bit more original? Is this constant posturing really entertaining?" Thus, he straightforwardly adopted an expression suggesting, "Actually, I am quite interested in you," allowing the Moon Goddess to recover her composure, hoping this would prevent further complications.

If Artemis knew that the surge of pride she currently felt was merely something Ye Wen had deliberately bestowed upon her, would she spit blood in fury on the spot? For now, however, she watched the Siren before her with wary eyes.

"Truly beautiful... Even I feel a touch of jealousy!" The Siren tilted her head, her pouted lips suggesting dissatisfaction. This expression was undeniably charming, but the words that followed were far less endearing: "Might as well destroy it; I find it quite irritating to look at!"

Before the words fully left her mouth, the Siren’s wings gave a violent beat, and a sudden blast of wind swept over them. The Siren, who had been directly in front of the pair, vanished.

However, neither Artemis nor Ye Wen were ordinary individuals; their eyesight was exceptional, allowing them to clearly track the Siren’s movement. As soon as she moved, both reacted instantly, assuming defensive stances.

Artemis raised both hands and molded them into the posture of drawing a bow, though since her weapon was destroyed, this action seemed peculiar.

Ye Wen was preparing to intervene when, unexpectedly, a faint, incredibly soft luminescence shimmered over Artemis’s hands. Suddenly, a bow radiating a soft light materialized in her empty right hand—a bow entirely condensed from Artemis’s divine power, essentially a congregation of energy.

While somewhat similar to Ye Wen’s Purple Heaven Sword, compared to the Sword’s near-perfect resemblance to a physical object, this Moonlight Hunting Bow was immediately recognizable as a construct of pure energy. Its hazy, slightly translucent quality betrayed its true nature. Following the appearance of the Moonlight Hunting Bow, Artemis subtly shifted the fingers gripping the bow. As her index finger extended, a thread of moonlight-white light elongated along it, reaching toward her left hand, which was held level with her shoulder. This moonlight thread flickered momentarily, and an arrow radiating a gentle glow appeared in Artemis’s grasp.

"This technique… because of a certain annoying person—I usually dislike using it! But since my weapon is gone, then…"

Hearing this, Ye Wen recalled that when he encountered Apollo a few days prior, Apollo, though holding a longbow, was using arrows condensed from divine power, very different from the forged arrows Artemis habitually employed.

At the time, he had assumed it was a technique unique to Apollo, not something Artemis knew. The true reason, it turned out, was that Apollo used it, and Artemis, despising Apollo, was loath to use any similar technique.

Yet, the arrows materialized by Artemis differed significantly from Apollo’s. Apollo’s arrows emitted a blinding radiance, seemingly burning like fire around them, a golden light so intense it made one involuntarily avert their gaze.

It was akin to staring directly at the sun—an agony for the eyes; avoiding looking was the best defense.

Artemis’s arrows, however, were different. Their gentle glow was soothing, drawing the observer in, making one wish to hold and admire them closely, yet feeling that doing so would be sacrilege against such a sacred and beautiful aura.

Therefore, the two types of arrows were vastly dissimilar and unlikely to evoke similar associations. If any commonality existed, it was that either arrow was an exceedingly dangerous entity.

Artemis’s gaze sharpened. Her left hand, performing the drawing action, suddenly released its grip. The arrow, which had seemed delicately held between her fingers, shot forth, so fast it seemed almost impossible to react to. Ye Wen merely registered a streak of moonlight-white light flashing past his eyes—nothing more.

An arrow that swift is not easily evaded, yet the Siren managed to turn her head just in time, narrowly missing the shot. However, as the arrow passed, it left a souvenir on her beautiful face—a raw, bleeding gash across her cheek.

Having evaded the arrow, the Siren immediately registered her injury, particularly that it marred the face she prized most. In a fit of rage, the Siren rushed downward, her feet transforming into sharp talons aimed directly at Artemis’s near-perfect countenance. The enraged Siren intended not only to kill Artemis but also to utterly destroy the beauty the Moon Goddess held so dear.

Ye Wen had halted his own move when Artemis struck, and now, seeing the Siren evade the first shot, he was curious to see how the Moon Goddess would counter the Siren’s assault. To his surprise, Artemis then dissolved the Moonlight Hunting Bow in her hand, stood still, and calmly raised her head to face the charging Siren. Her expression conveyed a sense of utter disregard, as if the attacker simply did not exist in her sight.

Bewildered, Ye Wen immediately considered an alternative, turning his gaze upward just in time to witness a scene that stunned him.

Because it was daytime, and the sunlight was particularly intense today, the faint points of light were nearly impossible to discern. But what were Ye Wen’s eyes capable of? If he wished to see, he could see. He immediately spotted several pinpricks of starlight, somewhat obscured by the fierce sunlight.

Countless star-like lights, each the size of a fist, trailing tails about a meter long, plummeted from the high heavens. The sheer density of these falling lights reminded Ye Wen of the sword rain he had unleashed days before; this time, however, it was a rain of stars.

The Siren also sensed something amiss, especially the terrifying pressure descending from above, which forced her to involuntarily halt her charge. She looked up at the sky, and her pupils constricted.

"Ah!" A piercing shriek echoed across the seemingly endless sea. The starlight, falling like a deluge, instantly engulfed the Siren. Ye Wen could only watch as the space directly before him became completely obscured by this violent storm of falling stars.

"This… this is…" Artemis let out a breath, her face slightly pale. "Wrath of the Stars…" The Goddess, who had been standing tall and upright, now swayed slightly, reaching out to steady herself against the edge of her chariot harness.

It was evident that this technique by Artemis exacted a heavy toll, far from the effortless display she had presented moments before. This realization brought Ye Wen a silent wave of relief.

He had always assumed that, besides himself, no one else bothered researching such large-scale area-of-effect attacks. After all, conflicts between immortals usually involved one-on-one, or at most, small skirmishes. Therefore, few bothered to master such skills.

Western deities largely favored one-on-one duels, adhering to the principle of soldier against soldier, general against general. He had never heard of anyone possessing such an ability. Today, Ye Wen’s eyes were opened; this Goddess, Artemis, commanded such a technique: this Wrath of the Stars…

"Oh? Wrath of the Stars?"

"Yes… It shares the same name as the bow you intended to compensate me with!" Artemis glanced at Ye Wen. She had indeed wondered herself, even suspecting Ye Wen might have concealed something, or perhaps that he had investigated her beforehand? This technique—she had barely used it since mastering it; very few on Mount Olympus even knew she possessed it.

If Ye Wen knew this, his rationale for interacting with her so frequently would need re-evaluation. However, judging by his current reaction, it seemed to be a mere coincidence.

"Is that so… Star’s Delight… a rather fitting name!" The countless stars rained down from above, truly resembling the high-hanging stars suddenly enraged, descending to deliver the most terrifying punishment upon whomever ignited their fury.

Judging by this current rain of stars, while the technique was powerful, its destructive force might still fall short of his own Sword Rain. His sword qi focused on the concept of point piercing plane, and the blades themselves were incredibly sharp; even a graze would inflict a terrible wound, making the lethality astonishing.

However, these star-showers seemed primarily aimed at striking people! Although there appeared to be minor explosions when the stars hit the sea surface, this level of blast was merely a scratch to powerful deities. The only truly fearsome aspect was the sheer quantity.

Ye Wen roughly calculated that the star-rain lasted for about a minute. Because of its density, the number was formidable—roughly several thousand strikes. He let out another breath. Setting aside sheer power, the numbers weren't even as high as his Ten Thousand Sword Art. It seemed Artemis’s overall strength was significantly less than his own.

Combined with her subsequent exhaustion after using the move, it indicated that Wrath of the Stars was no trivial spell to deploy carelessly. Artemis likely used it so readily only because Ye Wen was present, ensuring that if she became depleted, Triton wouldn’t sneak in to take advantage.

As for other reasons… perhaps this proud woman couldn't bear to appear defeated in front of him. After all, the sword rain Ye Wen unleashed a few days earlier had considerable presence, which this woman might have interpreted as Ye Wen challenging her, prompting her response today.

As the stars gradually thinned and finally ceased falling, the sea, which had resembled boiling water, slowly calmed. However, the immense waves generated earlier had disrupted the area. The previous tranquility was gone; the ocean displayed its unforgiving side, with surging breakers constantly crashing against the reefs below, splashing water high enough that even Ye Wen, standing high in the air, was not spared—his lower garments and shoes were now soaked after his outer robe had already been dampened.

"Sigh… This is the only long robe I have left!" His previous clash with Apollo had ruined one set of clothes. Thankfully, he had spares, but now this set was wet, and he had no other robes on hand, though he had plenty of modern attire.

As Ye Wen complained, Artemis rested for a moment, her pallor easing slightly. "Let’s go!" As for the Siren? She didn't believe the Sea Witch could survive that attack.

Ye Wen, however, disagreed. After muttering about his wardrobe predicament, he smirked. "Go? I doubt that Siren will let us depart so easily!" He then addressed the turbulent sea. "Am I right, Sea Siren?"

Under Artemis’s look of disbelief, the Siren slowly emerged from the water. The scene before them proved Ye Wen correct, and it also confirmed that her most prized technique had utterly failed against this sea creature.

"This… This is impossible!"

Ye Wen smiled. He understood why Artemis was so shocked; having her ultimate move prove ineffective was difficult for anyone to accept calmly. Yet, in that brief moment, he grasped the reason for the outcome. "Beautiful and noble Goddess, if I am not mistaken, you haven't used Wrath of the Stars much since you mastered it?" "Yes!" Artemis answered instinctively, still in disbelief, before realizing Ye Wen's words implied he had pinpointed the problem. "You mean…?" Ye Wen waved his hand. "We can discuss that later! For now…" He looked at the Siren, who appeared somewhat disheveled but was otherwise intact, having lost only a few feathers and sustained minor wounds. "…I have a few questions for this Sea Siren!" The perpetual smile vanished from the Siren’s face, replaced by an icy visage filled with murderous intent. But upon hearing Ye Wen's words, the Siren’s lips curled into a cold sneer. "Oh? What do you wish to ask?" "I wish to ask what you did to that Eastern cultivator named Huang Bo Tuo?" "That lovely toy?" The sneer on the Siren’s face widened. "What a pity. A very good toy, but not very sturdy. I played him until he broke!"

She licked her lips, perhaps tasting blood from the earlier assault of the Wrath of the Stars. The blood stained her lips a mesmerizing, sinister red. "I hope… you are sturdier than that fellow!"

"Is that so!" Ye Wen nodded, as if discussing a mundane matter. "In that case, you have no need to live any longer!" As the words left his mouth, Ye Wen immediately closed his eyes, his hands resting naturally at his sides, palms facing forward, his right forearm raised upward, and his left arm hanging naturally. A dazzling, multicolored stream of light erupted from his suddenly opened pupils. Then, without any discernible movement of his lips, a voice capable of shaking souls echoed from all directions: "Six Paths of Reincarnation!"