A sky stained scarlet, the pervasive stench of blood, and the agonizing, ever-present flames that perpetually tormented Siren’s nerves—yet, after an indeterminate duration, even this suffering seemed to become something she could disregard.

“You think such a laughable trick will bring me to my knees?”

Siren couldn't fathom the specifics of what had transpired, but her vast experience allowed her to grasp the general situation!

The moment Ye Wen’s eyes suddenly unleashed a rainbow of light and a sound like celestial chanting filled the air, she found herself thrust into this horrifying realm.

This existence, which bore a semblance to the Underworld, housed countless powerful and terrifying monsters who incessantly tortured weaker beings like Siren. Here, Siren discovered her powers utterly useless; she was no stronger than an ordinary young girl, devoid of any ability to resist, forced only to grit her teeth and endure endless, horrific torment.

Being boiled in oil, forced to scale mountain walls formed entirely of razor-sharp blades, having her tongue violently ripped out, or even having her limbs bound to a rope, only to be pulled in different directions by several colossal monsters—

And normally, the terrifying flames that never quite extinguished upon her body seemed to serve as the seasoning for all this torture!

Day after day, year after year, Siren, who could initially still maintain enough clarity to calculate how long she had endured this place, slowly succumbed to numbness.

Her vacant eyes lost all luster. The previously unbearable tortures seemed to have no effect anymore; she simply allowed the monsters to manipulate her at will.

Until one day, a monster pinched Siren’s soiled and tattered cheek, spat out a curse, “Damn it, she’s broken!” and casually tossed her into a blood-red pool.

Siren had seen this pool many times before. She had witnessed countless times those powerful, terrifying monsters discarding fellow "playthings"—who were now nearly numb—into it. In Siren’s eyes, this pool was nothing more than a colossal mass grave, a disposal site for broken toys that no longer amused the monsters.

“Is it… over?”

For some inexplicable reason, a sense of relief washed over Siren in that moment. A smile unexpectedly touched her previously numb face. The filthy, foul water gave her an unusually warm sensation, and she wished she could remain there forever.

But immediately, the spiritual willpower accumulated over untold centuries violently jolted her. She forcibly expelled that feeling of discouraged hope for endless continuation from her mind. Gradually regaining control, her eyes soberly surveyed her surroundings, searching for a means of escape.

“You think that could kill me? How naive!”

She conceded that the illusion created by Ye Wen’s mental assault had nearly caused her final demise, but surviving this meant she no longer needed to fear any further danger. “Hmph… A trivial trick.”

However, looking around, she could see nothing but absolute darkness. Yet, based on the sensations from her body, she was indeed submerged in liquid. The only difference was the absence of the nauseating stench from before.

Just as she pondered this, a tremendous thrust forced her body to move involuntarily. She then felt the surrounding pressure abruptly vanish, and the warm liquid enveloping her disappeared entirely, replaced by the cool sensation of air blowing directly against her skin.

“Did I escape?”

Everything was a question mark. Her eyes still could not perceive anything, and she discovered that no matter how hard she strained, she couldn't even utter a sound.

As a flicker of anxiety began, she felt what seemed like an animal’s tongue meticulously licking every inch of her body, missing no part.

Logically, Siren should have felt overwhelming shame, but she found herself completely unrepelled by the sensation; in fact, she felt an urge to draw closer to the unknown entity.

Instinct compelled her forward. Siren, struggling to crawl across the ground, soon made contact with a warm body. Opening her mouth, a sweet, fragrant liquid flowed into it…

“What in the abyss… is happening?”

Days turned into weeks, and Siren gradually realized she could produce sounds, though she couldn't speak. The noises she made gave her a distinct feeling of foreboding.

Soon, Siren regained her vision and finally saw everything clearly. Lying sprawled on the endless expanse of the great grassland, the slender limbs and the forelegs visible when she lowered her head all revealed the form she now inhabited. When she saw the doe before her gazing at her with an expression that felt profoundly warm and affectionate, Siren understood instantly.

“Could it be… I’ve become an animal?”

This horrifying realization plunged Siren into a long period of despondency. She even developed an aversion to eating. The incessant urge to consume the green grass and strange fruits on the ground nearly drove her mad.

But the body’s primal needs forced her to lower her head and crop the tender green vegetation, which in her eyes resembled nothing more than weeds.

She lived this way day after day, with almost nothing to occupy her time: simply wandering back and forth across the boundless grassland with her identical-looking "companions," nibbling the seemingly inexhaustible grass when hungry, and seeking out a water source for a few sips when thirsty.

This life was easy and tranquil. After some time, she almost forgot her original name was Siren, a fearsome entity whose notoriety troubled many Olympian primary gods, a terrifying scourge known as the Sea Witch!

It wasn't until one day, while stopping at a water source for a drink as usual, Siren glimpsed her current appearance in the water’s reflection. Suddenly, she felt she had forgotten something vital. Siren froze, deeply contemplating, until a sharp alarm pierced through her. This utterly mundane and comfortable existence had nearly erased her entire being.

“No, this cannot continue. I must escape this place!”

Though she could no longer discern whether this was an illusion or reality, her instincts screamed that she had to find a way out, or the consequences would be unimaginable!

But before she could formulate a plan, a ferocious leopard suddenly sprang out and clamped its jaws onto the slender neck of Siren, who was frozen in place. Warm blood sprayed forth incessantly. Siren could feel the life draining from her body, the rapidly dropping temperature once more bringing the presence of death close.

“Is this… the end? I won’t accept this! How can it end like this?”

Her silent scream seemed to achieve an unexpected result. When Siren opened her eyes again, she found herself "awake." Ye Wen and Artemis stood before her, their faces pale. The arrogant Easterner was clutching his chest, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. “You actually broke my Six Paths of Reincarnation…”

Artemis raised her hand, seemingly preparing to unleash her divine archery skills, but Siren, already on guard, would not allow it. Though she hadn't fully processed the situation, Siren reacted instantly. Using her impossibly fast speed, before Artemis could launch her attack, she severed the goddess’s head with one sweep of her razor-sharp wings.

The beautiful face, etched with shock, disbelief, and unwillingness, flew upward as Siren’s wings moved, the spraying hot blood serving as a gruesome adornment to the tragic scene before it fell into the sea.

Artemis’s body remained standing on the chariot-like frame for a moment before collapsing, as if diving into the water to retrieve her lost head—a sight both beautiful and profoundly bizarre!

Ye Wen watched it all, roaring in disbelief, “The Gods of Olympus will not forgive you! And neither will the Shu Mountain Sect.”

But his tirade was cut short as he looked down at the delicate, white arm plunged into his heart. Ye Wen felt his life slowly reach its endpoint.

“Come, I am the Sea Witch Siren. I fear neither the Gods of Olympus nor any Shu Mountain Sect! Bring them on! Whoever comes, I will kill them all!”

With a violent squeeze, the warm, still-beating object held in her hand instantly shattered, spewing forth a torrent of vibrant, warm liquid that stained her pale hand a deep crimson.

With a soft sniff, Siren, entirely oblivious to the source of this terrifying murderous impulse, spared a disdainful glance for the lifeless Ye Wen before flinging his corpse, allowing it to follow Artemis’s fate.

Suddenly conjured, a pair of pure white jade arms were raised high, and Siren arrogantly bellowed, “Even the King of Gods will not make me tremble!”

What followed seemed to confirm Ye Wen’s words. The Gods of Olympus were shocked by the death of the Goddess of the Moon and the Hunt. Nearly Mount Olympus mobilized; King Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon achieved a startling consensus in the shortest time possible—kill Siren and avenge Artemis!

The Olympians hunted Siren in a near-frenzied pursuit. Amidst the endless flight, Siren felt her power continuously ascending, with each pursuing deity becoming a stepping stone for her advancement.

“Bring them on! Send more!”

Many of her feathers had degenerated. Except for the wings, which had largely receded to her back and retained their original shape, Siren’s appearance grew increasingly human. Her terrifying claws had reverted to feet, much to the delight of the beauty-conscious Siren.

Concurrently, she sensed that the more she killed, the stronger—and more beautiful—she would become!

At this time, the members of the Shu Mountain Sect also descended upon the West. Eager to avenge Ye Wen, they launched suicidal attacks against Siren. Again and again, they were brought to the brink of annihilation, again and again, they pushed past their limits, and again and again, they slew their enemies.

In this nearly endless cycle of slaughter, Siren gradually forgot the reason for her killing. She began to kill for the sake of killing, and the destruction of every living thing she encountered became her greatest joy.

Due to this path, her enemies multiplied. Heaven, the Buddhist Realm, and even the long-vanished Odin Clan emerged. The Celestial Court of the East dispatched numerous divine generals to hunt her down. The Sea Witch Siren became the common enemy of every power in the Immortal Realm.

Finally, the path of slaughter reached its end. With the elite fighting strength of nearly every faction in the Immortal Realm gathered, the “terrifying, evil demon, Siren,” reached the conclusion of her life’s journey.

“Is it over?”

After her head was smashed apart by a single blow from a middle-aged man riding a divine ox emitting five-colored radiance, the thought once again surfaced in Siren’s mind.

“So tired… I just want to rest…”

Closing her eyes, she felt her body slowly sinking, and her consciousness began to fade into darkness. But just as everything was about to be extinguished, a single thought flared in the depths of Siren’s heart: “Why is this happening? What exactly is going on?”

As this notion arose, the consciousness that had been sinking into darkness stirred back to life. But before she could ponder further, Siren opened her eyes again to find herself lying in a very strange room.

The small space held many peculiar objects, especially the light-emitting fixture hanging from the ceiling, which she studied intently.

Waving her small hands—tender hands no different from an infant’s—sent Siren into another brief trance. “Who… am I?”

As she gradually grew up, Siren knew her name was Siren, an ordinary girl from a very ordinary family! The only uncommon thing was Siren’s striking beauty, which drew considerable attention during her youth, something she herself was proud of.

But as she matured, she gradually realized that beauty was a capital to be proud of, but also the source of trouble. She even found that securing a stable job required giving up things she shouldn't have had to offer.

From initial confusion to final acceptance, Siren gradually understood that this was simply the rule of this world. Unable to change it, she could only play the game according to the rules.

She didn’t find fault in this, especially as she slowly adapted to the rules and used her talents to climb higher step by step.

But she discovered that no matter how high she climbed, she felt perpetually unsatisfied. Eventually, her greed caused her to lose everything, including her life.

“No! I haven’t attained everything yet!”

Reopening her eyes, Siren felt an overwhelming hunger. She compulsively put everything she could into her mouth but could never feel full. When she saw terrifying, gaunt figures tearing at their companions nearby, she didn't even register the horror of the act; instead, she immediately rushed forward, helping one of the monstrous creatures tear down another, and then consuming…

Endless eating, yet never satisfaction!

Siren fell into confusion. Looking down at herself, having paused an unknown amount of time after the relentless gorging, she was astonished to find that she was no different from the terrifying monsters surrounding her. “This… this shouldn't be happening!”

Sinking into collapse, Siren noticed a weaker creature nearby, one that was not only frail but also small, like a child. It could not only fail to snatch food from the other monsters but was also in constant danger of becoming food itself.

“Eat me.”

Driven by some unknown impulse, Siren sacrificed herself. Immediately afterward, she saw countless figures with beautiful appearances and pure white wings beckoning to her. “Come, now you are one of us too!”

Siren paused, then looked at her hands, which had returned to normal, and her body, which was fully restored. A feeling of immense happiness flooded her being. The beautiful "kin" incessantly called to her. Elated, Siren stretched out her hand and flew into the sky with her "kindred," living a carefree and joyful existence…

Artemis watched the Siren before her, her eyes glazed over, pupils dilated as if lifeless. Yet, her still-shifting expression suggested that the Sea Witch was not truly dead.

But a moment later, as a pure, joyful, and utterly contented smile bloomed on Siren’s face, her movements—which had previously allowed her to instinctively beat her wings and hover in mid-air—suddenly stopped. Then, the entire body lost all vitality—as if someone had abruptly drawn out her life force.

“What… what happened?”

She knew this was Ye Wen’s doing, but she couldn't understand how he had achieved it. She vaguely guessed it was some form of mental assault, perhaps similar to Phantassos's Boundless Dreamscape—but Phantassos’s dream only induced eternal slumber, not direct death like this…

At some unknown point, Ye Wen, who had closed his eyes again, suddenly opened them. This time, his eyes held nothing unusual, exactly as they looked normally. “I truly didn’t expect this Sea Witch to endure all the way to the Sixth Path… What tenacity of will!”

However, Ye Wen merely offered a word of praise. Even if Siren managed to pass the sixth path, the cycle of the Six Paths was not a one-time experience. Ye Wen could simply make Siren experience the six paths again, trapping her in an endless loop until she finally gave up struggling.

“You were unlucky to cross me!” Ye Wen muttered with a smug smirk, looking at Siren floating lifelessly on the sea surface—a statement that earned him a look of contempt from Artemis. But the beautiful Moon Goddess had to admit that Ye Wen spoke the truth.