Witch, I'm really not the Deep Sea Ancient God!

Chapter 637: Chapter 381: Witch An and the Book Saint

Above the ocean, a nimble White Dove carrying the Witch’s message, flew through waves, past islands and storms, arriving at the clear sea, a splendid city above the waters!

The White Tower Sea, the largest navy base, the moving sea city – Tower of Books.

The White Dove slowed down, glided through the outer barrier of the Tower of Books, and descended upon the broad Scroll Avenue.

Upon this avenue, every figure bore the scars of a battle-hardened Hunter.

In order to acquire more intelligence, the White Tower Federation organized two battleships to venture into the Mist Sea, attempting to find information on the Black Blood Empire and the Black Whale Group.

However, in the boundless fog, both battleships met their demise, and the Hunter Association of the White Tower Federation suffered a heavy blow.

Furthermore, following the Hunters’ failure, twelve frontier islands mining for resources also encountered pirate attacks simultaneously, leading to grave losses.

Below, the children of the border island refugees continuously called out to their mothers.

With its azure eyes, the White Dove looked at the severely injured children ahead, speeding up as it continued towards the top of the Tower of Books—

The residence of the Book Saint, the Spiral Book Tower!

She ascended against the wind and arrived at the top, at the Spiral Gate.

There, sprawled across the Spiral Gate, lay the wounded Third Rank Transcendent females.

Among them, some were fair-haired noble misses from top families of the White Tower Federation.

They lay weakly on the ground, murmuring to themselves.

“Impossible, I was the top in the intermediate Spiritual Power assessment at White Tower University, I came bearing my family’s honor! These commoners!”

“Should I not have taunted her as a country bumpkin?”

“Who exactly is that woman?”

“Why did I change my answer for that question?”

“Why didn’t I choose C?”

Before the Spiral Gate, numerous scholars lay on the ground, whispering to themselves.

These scholars, usually so rational and graceful, had apparently descended into madness.

The White Dove glanced at them, showing no surprise, and went straight through the painting-filled spiral corridor, flying ever upwards.

She flew past the innumerable injured students and finally saw another wide-open door.

The Spiral Library with fifty million volumes!

The White Dove fluttered over the threshold.

A colossal cylindrical library appeared before her eyes.

Inside the spacious hall, towering bookshelves stretched up to the ceiling, with fifty million books neatly arranged between them.

Among them, there was a multitude of ancient Transcendent texts.

Their pages yellowed and ink faded, yet they emanated an indescribable force of Book Phase, casting a solemn power over the entire library.

Yet in the solemn hall, full of books, there lay an item oddly out of place—

Beneath a ceiling adorned with moon and stars, a huge cradle swung high above.

The suspended cradle swayed gently, and from below, one could faintly see tufts of azure curls and a small hand flipping through a book.

Above the cradle, one could vaguely perceive many writhing, arcane Spiritual Power glyphs.

She is the strongest Saint in three hundred years of the Tower of Books, the Book Saint Asilina!

And below the cradle were the Third Rank students entering the final stage of trials.

Some had already collapsed, barely clinging to life, their strength and spirit spent.

At last, there was one blood-stained white-haired girl, kneeling silently, quietly imploring the Book Saint to announce the results.

She panted heavily, not daring to utter another word.

Beside this girl stood a shivering Water Elf, full of terror.

This white-haired girl, resembling a robot, was the only student in the entire library who had not fallen.

She is the triumpher of the Book Witch’s trials… A glint of doubt flickered in the White Dove’s eyes.

Within her vision, among the many hopeful geniuses to pass the trials, there was no such person!

Subsequently, the White Dove softly flapped its wings, dissolving into a scatter of feathers.

Then, from the pure white feathers emerged a woman adorned with plumage.

It is Emma, the Disaster Messenger from the White Tower Sea!

Emma possessed the rare Cup Lamp Skill, White Dove Avatar, allowing her to freely switch between the form of a White Dove and that of a human.

The White Tower Disaster Messenger hesitated not and immediately knelt, saying solemnly:

“Book Saint, Disaster Messenger White Dove Emma reports with urgent news!”

The Ice Witch’s revival, Grade A Crack’s collapse, these are matters affecting the whole sea’s order!

However, facing Emma’s anxious plea, the Book Saint above the cradle remained silent for a long time.

“Ah—”

After a while, the Book Saint yawned lengthily, closed the book in her hand, and lazily said:

“Tell me, what’s the matter?”

White Tower Disaster Messenger Emma briefly delivered the known intelligence:

“According to our latest news, the recently infamous Black Hunter has collaborated with the Ice Demon Pirate Group to overcome a Grade A Crack.”

She had heard of the incidents in the Witch Sea before.

Names like Black Hunter and Blue Beast.

But none of these could pique her interest.

“At the same time, with the revival of the Ice Witch, the Deformation Level of the Crack Sea Coffin has reached the critical threshold.

It has been confirmed that within a day, a great collapse will occur, and the power that leaks will affect the entire sea!”

In that instant, the Third Rank Transcendents lying barely alive on the ground also revealed shocked expressions.

The girls who had reached this place were mostly achievers from the White Tower Federation University.