The moment she stepped into the light screen, Muxuan felt not a physical barrier but a gentle embrace, as if being lifted by soft clouds.
Before her eyes was not the grand hall or complex machinery she had imagined, but an endless ocean of pure radiance.
The soft light did not come from a single source but permeated every inch of space, and an indescribable tranquility and sanctity flowed through the air.
Looking at everything before her, Muxuan felt calm yet also an inexplicable pull, as if something was constantly drawing her forward.
After a brief moment of thought, Muxuan decisively chose a direction and “floated” over.
Suspended in this Sea of Light, there was no need to walk.
With a slight shift of intent, her body drifted forward lightly.
She looked down at her hands; her fair skin was almost translucent under the Light of the Saintess.
As Muxuan drifted, countless rays of light converged around her.
Instinctively, she wanted to step back and avoid them, but a premonition arose in her heart that retreating would lead to regret.
After a moment’s consideration, Muxuan stopped and let the light gather.
The light flowed like a living thing, gently enveloping her entire body.
In this boundless Sea of Light, the radiance was no longer just an external illumination but began to penetrate inward.
Muxuan could clearly feel each ray of light like fine silk threads, softly clinging to her skin, bringing a subtle tingling warmth.
At first, tiny golden specks like stardust shimmered on Muxuan’s fair, almost translucent skin, carrying a faint tingling sensation.
Soon, these drifting motes of light seemed to be drawn by some invisible force, moving with a pulse of life, transforming into slender, living tendrils that flowed along the curves of her body into smooth golden lines.
These lines gently climbed, intertwined, and extended along her contours.
The golden light traced intricate and profound patterns on Muxuan’s slender ankles, then wound up along the elegant curve of her calves, briefly converging behind her knees before splitting into finer tributaries that spread over her firm, shapely thighs.
Her slender waist was encircled by soft golden light patterns, and the golden glow gathered above her flat lower abdomen, then slowly diffused toward her hip bones.
At this moment, Muxuan’s clothes became somewhat transparent.
The golden patterns continued upward, spreading across her flat, firm, and beautifully curved lower abdomen, forming a small, sacred light vortex around her navel.
Continuing upward, her slightly undulating chest was also enveloped by the golden glow.
“Mmn…”
A tingling sensation instantly traveled to her brain, causing Muxuan to let out a soft moan.
Then, the golden lines traced ornate patterns resembling the roots of wings on her delicate collarbones.
The golden light did not spare any part.
It followed her slender neck upward, outlined the edge of her delicate jawline, and finally converged on both sides of her smooth cheeks.
Her long eyelashes were now dusted with a layer of gold powder, trembling slightly as Muxuan blinked.
She looked down at her entire body, and through the half-transparent clothes, her small face flushed red.
She reached out to touch her lower abdomen; the patterns there were sacred yet carried a warmth that made her belly feel slightly hot.
If not for the pure gold color of these patterns and the clear sensation of her control over Lightforce improving, she would have thought she had been branded with some shameful mark.
Through the clothes made almost transparent by the Light of the Saintess, Muxuan saw the clear, meticulously painted golden lines on her body, and her cheeks once again uncontrollably flushed crimson.
She instinctively curled up, hugging herself to try to hide something, but the flowing golden light had become part of her existence and could not be concealed.
“Mmn…”
Another slight tingling came from the wing-patterned ornament on her collarbone, making her let out a soft hum.
It was a strange and breathtaking comfort, as if even her soul was being gently washed and reshaped by the holy light.
Just as Muxuan was immersed in this complex feeling, the Sea of Light in the entire space suddenly began to flow and rotate slowly, as if drawn to some core.
The originally soft and uniform light no longer lay flat but transformed into substantial streams of light converging toward her.
The light streams gently coiled around her, like the most devout worshippers crowding around their source.
The golden patterns that had just formed on Muxuan’s body now shone brightly, as if alive, greedily absorbing and guiding this pure Lightforce.
As she continued to absorb the Lightforce from the sea, the golden patterns on Muxuan’s body pulsed with light, growing ever stronger.
Just as the light of the sea became slightly thinner from absorption, Muxuan’s golden eyes pierced through the fading glow and suddenly discovered, deep within the Sea of Light, a strangely shaped “Light Cloud” quietly floating in a core area she had not noticed before.
Its texture seemed liquid, yet it appeared soft and fluffy like a cloud, emitting a holy radiance more pure than the surrounding sea.
The inexplicable pull in Muxuan’s heart suddenly intensified, pointing directly at this Light Cloud.
Without any hesitation, Muxuan quickly drifted toward the cloud.
As she approached, she clearly felt a strong connection between the golden patterns on her body and this Light Cloud, giving birth to an unprecedented sense of control, as natural as moving her own limbs.
Almost instinctively, Muxuan tentatively reached out her hand.
In the next moment, the Light Cloud, as if pulled, drifted over along her hand.
That condensed Light Cloud seemed to become an extension of her body, flowing slowly according to her thoughts.
The cloud obediently responded to her will, as malleable as clay.
Muxuan was certain that this was the Holy Relic left behind by Ka Li Bo Ju Jiang, as mentioned by the Great Artisan God—a relic belonging solely to her!
She had only intended to see what this Light Cloud could do, but a bold idea suddenly emerged in her heart: could this replace her as the Pope?
If so, she could leave it stationed at the Church headquarters while she moved about freely without worry.
Without further thought, Muxuan quickly began shaping.
First, the outline of a tall, upright figure, then a solemn and dignified demeanor, followed by a robe woven from pure holy light and flowing with sacred runes.
The face gradually became clear—that familiar, stern yet compassionate papal countenance vividly rendered in the Light Cloud.
Finally, a lifelike image of the Pope, composed entirely of pure light energy, silently floated in the Sea of Light before Muxuan.
It could not be said to be identical to her original appearance; it was simply indistinguishable.
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