Anita stared at the couple embracing, oblivious to their surroundings, and felt an overwhelming sense of awkwardness. It wasn't that the two were ill-matched, but the fact that she lay immobilized on the ground while they clung to each other so tightly felt utterly dissonant.

More importantly, she now understood. The woman who had just awakened was the ‘complete’ Goddess whom the Moon Goddess had spoken of.

She knew this simply from the immense pressure radiating from her and a divine power that felt both familiar yet exponentially stronger. “What is the relationship between these two…?” This was the foremost question burning in her mind, and in truth, it wasn't just hers.

Even Ye Wen was wrestling with the same query internally. “What is this?” The pressure against his chest was even more intense than what he felt from Yekaterina, and a faint, sweet fragrance stimulated his senses.

His hands rested on surfaces that were utterly smooth, making him reluctant to let go—until… “Can… you let go now?” Artemis’s voice sounded close to his ear. Ye Wen snapped out of his momentary trance, released his arms, and stepped back two paces to scrutinize the newly awakened Goddess of the Moon and the Hunt: “Are you… Artemis now, or Yekaterina?

Or perhaps that Moon Goddess?” Smoothing down her slightly disheveled long hair, Artemis took a deep breath, and the innate pride that defined her immediately resurfaced. “I am Artemis, I am Yekaterina, and of course, I am the Moon Goddess… though that so-called Moon Goddess barely possesses her own personality; she is merely an aggregation of a portion of my divine power!” She reached out a hand toward Ye Wen, that feeling of profound familiarity washing over him again.

“As for Yekaterina… that was an unforgettable period in my life!” Especially the way she looked at him, making him feel as if the familiar little girl still stood before him. “Is that so?” Ye Wen couldn't judge whether this situation was good or bad.

He could only shrug helplessly, stepping aside, unsure of what else to say. After a long silence, he finally managed to choke out, “As long as you are well!” Artemis seemed to understand his meaning.

Instead, she walked to his side and wrapped her arms around his waist. “What you said earlier was correct.

I… have not vanished!” Ye Wen looked at Artemis, who was now almost inseparable from him, with surprise. It was rare to see a flicker of shyness cross the haughty Goddess’s face, though it lasted only an instant.

“Yekaterina’s experiences are my experiences. There is no question of someone disappearing!” Truthfully, Artemis hadn't anticipated this.

For someone who had lived for millennia, the memories spanning a mere decade or so felt like the blink of an eye. Had anyone told her before that such a short span would leave such a deep mark on her, she would have dismissed it as a joke.

Yet now, she had to believe it. Those years felt as if she had lived them personally, and the myriad emotions had merged seamlessly with her own being.

In the past, even if Artemis had harbored feelings for Ye Wen, she never would have made such a gesture. But now, she felt no impropriety in it; she naturally nestled into Ye Wen’s embrace, feeling that only this closeness brought her true peace.

They held each other for a while longer until Ye Wen broke the silence first. “We can discuss these matters later.

It seems I have a far more pressing issue to attend to!” With that, Ye Wen turned his gaze to the side. There seemed to be nothing there but towering trees, yet the intense, impossible-to-ignore might, and the unrestrained surge of divine power, thoroughly betrayed the presence of that flamboyant being.

“Indeed. Perhaps there are some things we need to settle properly!” The arrogant tone couldn't entirely mask the rage beneath it.

Even Anita, merely watching as an observer, could fully sense the sheer intensity of the fury burning within this sudden newcomer. Tilting her head, the female elf saw an incredibly handsome man step out from the forest.

He wore golden armor that radiated light like the sun, and the cloak on his back billowed without any wind, constantly flapping behind him as the man walked. Furthermore, the longsword in his hand was wreathed in flames, the terrifying heat instantly desiccating the surrounding vegetation until it crumbled to ash.

“Easterner, I should have killed you the first time I saw you!” He swung his longsword, seemingly venting his inner fury, and a nearby colossal tree was cleanly severed in two with that casual sweep. It appeared to be a powerful blow, yet the man frowned, clearly dissatisfied.

Before Ye Wen could speak, Artemis reacted first. “Apollo!

What are you trying to do now?” “What am I doing?” Apollo turned his attention back, his brow furrowed deeply, his eyebrows almost twisted together. “Don’t you understand what you are doing?” “My affairs are none of your business!” Artemis certainly understood why Apollo was acting this way, but she was thoroughly fed up.

“You have no right to interfere with my matters as you please!” Artemis’s words were the final spark to ignite the volatile volcano that was Apollo. However, once the eruption began, he directed his attack squarely at Ye Wen.

The great Sun God believed this detestable Easterner had bewitched his beloved sister. If not for his appearance, his sister would never have ended up like this.

“It’s all because of this Easterner…” Ye Wen shrugged. There was no point in talking to Apollo, who seemed trapped in a delusion.

This man would never listen to reason; he would only obsessively shift the blame onto others so he could continue to 'monopolize' Artemis, his dearest sister—albeit only in his mind. Therefore, there was no need for further dialogue with Apollo.

A fight to the death was inevitable! And under the current circumstances, reconciliation was impossible between them.

To Ye Wen’s advantage, Apollo was clearly extremely maladjusted to this world. That one swing he just made proved it.

“Apollo, I assume you know why you have appeared here!” Ye Wen cracked his knuckles, as if preparing for an action. “Hmph.

That woman Athena thinks using the environment here can kill me? She underestimates me too much!” Apollo glanced contemptuously at Ye Wen.

“If that woman Athena had acted herself, there might have been some hope. As for you…” Although unspoken, his dismissive attitude conveyed his judgment clearly enough.

Ye Wen smiled; Apollo’s mind was even more obtuse than he had anticipated. With a mind like that, if Zeus hadn't been backing him, he’d have been tricked to death countless times!

“Zeus isn't protecting you this time!” With those words spoken, without waiting for Apollo’s confused reply—"What do you mean!"—Ye Wen stamped his foot and instantly accelerated manifold. In other worlds, such a step might have been instantaneous teleportation, arriving at his destination in a single stride.

But here, Ye Wen merely charged forward violently; although his speed was extreme, it was far from the miraculous pace he usually commanded. Apollo, seeing Ye Wen charge, merely sneered.

He didn't believe such an attack or speed posed any threat to him. Habitually, he merely held his longsword horizontally—not even settling into a stance, just raising his arm, intending to use the sheer strength of his limb to force Ye Wen back.

This calculated move was bound to backfire. One combatant giving his all, the other relying on ingrained habit for combat judgment—it was almost impossible for Apollo not to suffer a disadvantage.

The moment Ye Wen’s palm struck Apollo’s sword engulfed in fierce flames, Apollo felt waves of powerful force transmit through the weapon. Moreover, the force was not singular: a wispy, smoke-like energy preceded the main attack, immediately followed by a fierce energy as hot as fire.

Before that dissipated, a third layer of heavy, solid force arrived. The three forces merged almost seamlessly, sending a numb tingling through Apollo’s entire arm, nearly forcing him to drop his sword.

But that wasn't the most shocking part. What truly astonished him was that while the force didn't feel overwhelmingly powerful, the divine power he felt was sufficient to counter the attack seemed fragile, as if it didn't exist at all, collapsing instantly upon contact with the opposing energy.

“What is happening?” Ye Wen realized instantly. Apollo must have rushed over as soon as he sensed Artemis’s presence nearby.

He hadn't even attempted to use his divine power here to gauge its effects, so he was completely unaware that the power which seemed weak to him was actually Ye Wen’s full-strength strike. This was indeed the case: the instant Artemis awakened, surges of divine power scattered.

As Artemis’s twin, Apollo immediately detected her location, rushing back to Mount Olympus and arriving in this world. He materialized nearby, and since he made no attempt to conceal himself, Ye Wen detected him at the very moment Apollo entered this realm.

In such a short time, Apollo hadn't had a chance to adapt to the peculiarities of this world. Previously, due to a lack of interest and the notoriety of this forbidden place, he would never have sought trouble here.

The result was that his ignorance of this world's rules put Apollo at a disadvantage from the very start. If the Sun God’s physique weren't incredibly robust, Ye Wen’s initial attack might have severely wounded him.

Seizing the advantage, Ye Wen certainly wouldn't let such an opportunity pass. Having just unleashed the triple force of Baiyunyan, Meixiadang, and Tukunlun—techniques derived from the Taiyue Sanqingfeng—with his right palm, he immediately followed up with the left hand employing Kanglong Youhui.

The Tukunlun energy was fully mobilized; this strike possessed immense, majestic force, making Apollo feel that 'this move is dangerous!' even in this world where anomalies were suppressed. Dodging hurriedly to the side, Apollo narrowly avoided Ye Wen’s palm strike.

Seeing the fierce momentum of the attack, he found himself unable to retract his motion. The blow slid past him, bringing a flicker of hope to his heart.

He quickly adjusted his greatsword, preparing a direct horizontal slash, intending to cleave the detestable Easterner who seduced his sister in two. But before he could act, he felt a surge of pressure against his lower back.

While utterly bewildered, a sudden, piercing agony shot through him from that spot, immediately followed by a frigid energy stream that pierced straight to his heart and lungs. Even for the Sun God, whose divine power radiated scorching heat, there was a momentary illusion of being frozen solid.

It turned out that although Ye Wen’s Kanglong Youhui strike had missed its target, ever since grasping the true essence of that move, Ye Wen’s mastery of the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms had grown increasingly fluid. Having missed the primary aim, he seamlessly transitioned into Shenlong Baiwei (Divine Dragon Wags Tail), striking Apollo squarely in the lower back.

This technique was originally meant to counter attacks from behind, preventing sneak attacks. Ye Wen repurposed it as an active offensive maneuver, and the effect was remarkable: he connected cleanly and decisively with Apollo.

Combined with the Ice-Cold Snow Strength (Bixue Bingjinqi) from the Huntian Baojian, the impact of this move was something even Apollo couldn't recover from quickly. The palm forces of the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms were inherently tyrannical, and the Bixue Bingjinqi was one of the most damaging energies among the ten levels within the Huntian Baojian.

This energy was frigid and domineering, corresponding to the concept of 'Death'—making it perfectly suited for killing enemies. Even though Ye Wen hadn't refined the Bixue Bingjinqi to the ultimate state of instant fatality upon release, its inherently chilling essence was enough to make any opponent extremely uncomfortable.

After being struck, Apollo stiffened; although only for a brief instant, it gave Ye Wen the perfect opportunity. “Choosing the wrong opponent in the wrong place, Apollo!

You die without regret!” This thought flashed through Ye Wen’s mind but was not voiced to Apollo, as he felt it utterly unnecessary. Furthermore, verbal sparring was not Ye Wen’s preference; he preferred decisive finishes!

And for a dead man, excessive words were entirely superfluous! While Apollo was paralyzed and rigid, Ye Wen pivoted smoothly.

In his hand, a longsword had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. This sword differed slightly from the one Ye Wen usually wielded; its blade was slightly wider than his regular longsword, resembling a Bronze Age weapon in shape.

This sword was actually a treasure forged by Zheng Ying. Ye Wen had summoned the blueprints while residing in the Sanctuary and transmitted them back to Shushan using the probe’s transfer functions.

Later, when Zhang Ling returned to Shushan, she brought this sword along. Ye Wen hadn't expected it to prove useful here!

Because of the nature of this world, his Zixiao Sword was inevitably suppressed—this was the reason Ye Wen initially relied only on his bare hands and footwork. Otherwise, why all the wasted words?

A single Wan Jian Jue (Ten Thousand Swords Art) would have ended the fight; Apollo, if not dead, would have lost half his life and then been at Ye Wen’s mercy. However, if they weren't in this specific location, Apollo probably wouldn't have been this useless.

Thus, the current situation ironically favored Ye Wen more, as he was better adapted to this style of combat. This longsword, with its broad blade etched all over with characters—characters Ye Wen recognized individually but couldn't form a coherent sentence—didn't require understanding.

He only needed to know one thing: this treasured blade possessed infinite power under the moonlight. As the sword emerged, it seemed to sense the surging lunar divine power, instantly erupting in dazzling moonlight that obscured the sword’s true form, making it look like Ye Wen was grasping a glowing staff.

He thrust directly toward Apollo. If this thrust had connected solidly, Apollo’s life would have been definitively over.

But Apollo was, after all, one of the chief deities of Mount Olympus, his power ranking among the elite in the entire Immortal and Divine Realm. Though circumstances had caused him to lose the initiative and be firmly suppressed by Ye Wen today, he wasn't someone easily killed.

Sensing the threat from behind, Apollo’s first instinct was to charge forward, dodging the strike! This was not his habitual fighting style, but he had no choice now, making his movements look somewhat clumsy and further fueling his rage.

Then, something that infuriated him even more occurred… Just as he evaded Ye Wen’s fatal lunge, he found himself directly facing Artemis. He saw clearly that his beloved sister had taken out a bow—he knew it was the one Ye Wen had given her, named Solidaar—Star’s Fury.

At that moment, Artemis held the bow in her right hand while her left notched an arrow crafted from flowing starlight onto the string, then slowly drew it back. A magic arrow shimmering with azure light materialized in Artemis’s hand, ready to be loosed at any moment.

However, just as Apollo was reeling from the shock that his own sister was about to strike him, a longsword pierced the Sun God’s magnificent golden armor, stabbing through his back, piercing his heart, and emerging from his chest. Apollo looked down and saw only a pillar of light shining with lunar radiance.

This power, strikingly similar to Artemis’s own divine might, began to rage within him the moment it entered his body, violently disrupting his internal divine energy. If it were only this, Apollo might not have died.

But just as he opened his mouth to say something to Artemis, he suddenly saw Ye Wen, who should have been behind him, appear directly in front of him, blocking his view of Artemis. Ye Wen then pressed a palm against his forehead!

“I will take good care of your sister and ensure she is never bullied by that woman again. Rest in peace!” P.S.: A sudden awakening—I’ve recently caught a case of the literary affliction.

Seeking immediate medical treatment; currently undergoing therapy…