The warmth and numbness spreading from Muxuan’s lower abdomen made her whole body tremble.
The sensation from the “Goddess’s Little Hand” formed of pure Lightforce was exceptionally clear.
“Goddess!”
Muxuan shouted in shame and anger, her voice trembling.
She instinctively pressed her legs together and quickly covered her lower abdomen with her hands, trying to block the annoying touch and the strange sensation from the patterns.
A hint of moisture glittered in her golden eyes.
“If you keep this up, believe it or not I’ll—!”
Muxuan puffed out her cheeks and said through gritted teeth.
“Aiyaya, my little Saintess’s reaction is so cute~”
The Goddess’s lazy, amused voice echoed in her mind, and that little hand of Lightforce obediently dissipated as promised.
“Alright, alright, I’m really not teasing you this time~ Back to the point, this ‘Consecration Pattern’ is a good thing. Experience it yourself~ Oh, and it also increases sensitivity!”
‘What the heck?’
‘So this is basically a lewd pattern, right? And it increases sensitivity? Why don’t you make my skin feel every touch of air?’
Feeling the Lightforce flowing over her skin, Muxuan finally suppressed her urge to complain.
But after that, no matter how much she called the Goddess, she got no response.
Pursing her lips, Muxuan looked somewhat irritably at the “Muxuan” beside her and let out a heavy sigh.
At least this is a good thing.
Through this wave of Lightforce baptism, her strength had successfully broken through the Deep Sea Layer and reached the early Moho Layer!
Shaking her head, she looked down again through the translucent clothing at the golden patterns flowing on her skin, and a blush spread across Muxuan’s face again.
Now that she had obtained the Holy Relic and absorbed the Lightforce, there was nothing else here except a bit of white light.
It was indeed time to leave.
Muxuan guessed that Qiansitelin must be getting anxious.
But, in this state, how could she go out!
Her private parts, faintly visible under the clothes, made Muxuan’s imagination run wild.
The raised contours were clearly visible, the lines full, and the golden patterns spiraled and flowed over them, carrying a hint of sacredness.
Muxuan unconsciously licked her lips.
‘You have to admit, this look really has that kind of feeling…’
And at her smooth, flat lower abdomen, the golden light vortex around her navel was emitting a soft, warm glow.
If there were a mirror, Muxuan would really want to admire her current appearance.
‘No! I haven’t asked the Goddess why I became a Saintess!’
‘Originally, I wanted to summon a Saintess, not become one myself!’
She called out to the Goddess a few times instinctively, but still got no response.
Muxuan angrily tapped her own head, regretting why she hadn’t asked when the Goddess was there.
‘Forget it, I’ll find another chance next time.’
Gathering her scattered thoughts, Muxuan extended her slender fingers and gently traced the flowing golden patterns.
Her small brow furrowed, then she relaxed her body a bit and slowed down the flow of Lightforce.
The golden patterns on her surface immediately dimmed at a slower pace.
‘It works!’
Seeing that her clothes had become opaque again due to the dimming patterns, Muxuan’s heart leaped with joy.
The warm sensation at her fingertips gradually faded as the Lightforce receded, and the intricate golden patterns covering her skin vanished, leaving only the original delicate whiteness of her skin.
Muxuan looked down and gently tugged at her clothes.
The sensation of the fabric rubbing against her skin came clearly, with no trace of the previous translucency.
She let out a long sigh, and the remaining blush on her cheeks faded as the tension dissipated.
“Finally…”
“Muxuan” muttered quietly.
Muxuan turned to look at the “Muxuan” behind her.
Seeing that her clothes had returned to an opaque state, she no longer needed to worry about exposure.
To be honest, the translucent clothes made Muxuan feel like she was wearing nothing at all, with zero sense of security.
‘But… if I use Lightforce heavily later, causing the Consecration Pattern to reappear, would that mean the clothes become transparent again?’
‘Battle clothes destruction?!’
Muxuan helplessly lowered her hand from her forehead, then immediately used Lightforce to wrap a layer over her clothes, and then looked up and down at the “Muxuan.”
The sensation of controlling two bodies was still novel and subtle, as if her consciousness was gently split into two clear streams, each surging yet closely connected.
Muxuan tried to make the “Muxuan” float forward a little, while her main body also leaned forward slightly.
Between the two, it seemed that invisible threads always maintained the connection.
As the distance increased, the feeling of division and sluggishness became a bit clearer, but the Lightforce flowing in the golden patterns bound them firmly like invisible bonds.
“At least the burden isn’t too heavy,” Muxuan muttered to herself.
Feeling the still abundant Lightforce within her, the power of breaking through to the early Moho Layer made her more than capable of this level of control.
However, perhaps due to the golden patterns, the slightest friction of the fabric against her skin became exceptionally clear when she moved, bringing waves of subtle tingling that once again tinged her cheeks with a light pink.
Muxuan took a deep breath, suppressing these distractions.
‘Time to go out.’
Qiansitelin…
Thinking of the figure outside, Muxuan’s heart warmed, but then a trace of guilt arose.
Making her wait outside in worry for so long—with her personality, she must be extremely anxious.
With a slight shift in thought, Muxuan and “Muxuan” simultaneously turned to face the direction they came from.
Muxuan took the lead, floating lightly toward the light curtain.
This time, the light curtain no longer felt like a gentle wrap, but more like passing through a thin sheet of water, with slight resistance.
The moment she passed through the light curtain, Muxuan clearly felt the temporarily dormant golden patterns on her skin glow faintly before completely settling down.
Immediately after, “Muxuan” slowly walked out.
On the opposite side of the narrow bridge, time seemed to have frozen in wait.
Qiansitelin stood at the very front of the bridgehead, her silver eyes fixed unblinkingly on the open giant gate, the silver light flowing around her fluctuating in intensity, revealing her extreme inner anxiety.
The Great Artisan God remained expressionless, but his tightly clenched hands also betrayed his inner tension and anticipation.
When Muxuan’s figure emerged from the light curtain and landed steadily on the bridge, Qiansitelin’s body trembled violently, and a call that she could barely suppress burst out:
“Your Highness!”
The voice was not loud, but it clearly crossed the bridge.
Qiansitelin almost instinctively stepped onto the narrow bridge to rush over and confirm Muxuan’s safety.
However, just as she was about to step forward, her movement suddenly froze, and her pupils dilated in extreme shock.