Looking at the version of herself in front of her, Muxuan felt a very strange sensation.
After all, for so long she had existed in the first person and had never truly seen herself.
Now, facing her original appearance directly like this was indeed a novel experience.
She tried wiggling her fingers, and the “self” in front of her moved its fingers as well.
Then she shook her head, and the other synchronously shook its head too.
Hmm…
very strange.
The sensations of the “self” in front of her were all accurately transmitted to Muxuan’s mind, as if she possessed two bodies at the same time.
But—
She extended her hands, covered in sacred golden patterns, trying to pry open the eyes of the “self” in front of her.
But those eyes seemed welded shut, impossible to open.
If she tried harder, not only would they not open, but she would also feel pain.
Hiss…
Muxuan withdrew her hand and rubbed her already sore eye sockets, unable to help sucking in a cold breath.
It was really strange.
The change from single-line to dual-line perception initially made Muxuan uncomfortable, but for some reason she quickly adapted.
In just a few seconds, she could freely control the “self” in front of her without affecting her main body.
Since there was no way to make this body open its eyes, Muxuan temporarily abandoned that plan.
Perhaps it would open on its own later? Her golden pupils shifted as she surveyed the body in front of her once more.
Then, curious, she reached out and probed toward the hem of its clothes.
Whoosh—
She lifted the hem with a flick.
In the moment she saw what was underneath, Muxuan’s originally slightly expectant and nervous expression suddenly froze, then turned into deep disappointment.
“What’s this… why is there nothing there?”
She muttered discontentedly and put the hem back down.
Sure enough, just as she had expected, this “self” formed from that cloud was genderless.
After lifting the hem just now, it was smooth underneath, completely bare.
The feeling Muxuan got was—cleaner than her own face.
She patted her own face, then, realizing what she had just been thinking, quickly shook her head, trying to dispel those strange and slightly embarrassing thoughts from her mind.
No, I can’t think about that anymore.
Her golden eyes refocused on the “Pope” in front of her, which was made of pure holy light and completely identical to her original appearance.
“Hmm… although it’s a pity, this is fine too.”
She muttered softly, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the still-warm golden patterns on her lower abdomen.
She tried again to control this body with her mind.
This time, Muxuan stopped dwelling on details and instead focused on overall coordination.
“Wait… so that’s how it is?”
While carefully sensing everything the duplicate perceived, Muxuan entered an extremely strange state.
It was as if she had plunged into the deep sea, yet her perception of the outside world became exceptionally clear.
Only then did she understand why she couldn’t open its eyes—because there was no need.
When her consciousness truly entered the duplicate’s body, she could “see” the entire world even without opening its eyes, and it was even clearer than observing with eyes.
A flicker of surprise passed through her heart.
Muxuan tried manipulating the body again, and also noticed a subtle connection—that connection pulled on the golden patterns on her main body.
Wisps of lightforce were continuously flowing from the golden patterns on Muxuan’s body into the duplicate’s body.
“So, this connection is those golden patterns.”
To be honest, Muxuan wasn’t quite sure what those golden patterns were.
“Goddess? Are you there? Come out and explain.”
With that thought, she tried calling the Goddess.
Previously, because Qiansitelin had been by her side, the Goddess hardly showed herself, and Muxuan didn’t want to disturb her.
But now she was all alone, so if she had questions, she naturally wanted to ask.
She withdrew her consciousness back to her main body and called three times in a row, until finally a languid but slightly weak voice came through her mind:
“It’s been so long… and you only think of Me because you have a question?”
The tone carried obvious dissatisfaction, almost overflowing.
The corner of Muxuan’s mouth twitched. She retorted, “Then, my dear Goddess, would you like to chat with Qiansitelin?”
At that, the Goddess fell silent.
“Besides, isn’t it only you, the almighty Goddess, who can answer my questions?”
Upon hearing this, a heavy sigh came through her mind.
The Goddess, acting tsundere, “harrumphed” before saying, “Since my dear Saintess has spoken so, as a deity, I can’t be too childish.”
“Hmm… but come to think of it, I find this quite good-looking～”
Before the words faded, a palm formed from pure lightforce silently materialized in the space.
In the moment Muxuan was stunned, it swiftly reached toward her chest.
The next moment—that hand directly grabbed the softness of her chest, and even lightly bounced it twice.
Whaa—!
It bounced twice like pudding, and then the hand vanished under Muxuan’s mortified and furious gaze.
“My little Saintess has been working hard～Developing nicely～”
The Goddess’s voice, tinged with teasing, rang out again.
For an instant, Muxuan even had the urge to rush into the Scepter Space and give the Goddess a good thrashing.
She was usually too shy to even touch herself, and the Goddess actually…
“You!!”
Clenching her fists, Muxuan forcibly suppressed her anger and said through gritted teeth, “Can! You! An! Swer! My! Ques! Tion! Now!”
Seeming to sense that she was truly angry, the Goddess’s laughter reined in a little.
“Alright, alright～No more joking.”
“These patterns… in layman’s terms, they are the product of a Consecration Ritual, similar to the Mana Patterns used for enchantment.”
“But unlike traditional Mana Patterns, these Consecration Patterns are specifically carved for lightforce.”
She paused to let Muxuan digest this, then continued, “Moreover, these Consecration Patterns complement the Divine Core. Rather than being externally added, they are more like an innate part of you.”
As soon as she finished speaking, it seemed the Goddess couldn’t resist again.
A small hand of light formed once more, instantly pressing against Muxuan’s lower abdomen, and even used its slender fingers to gently trace a loop counterclockwise around her navel.
The touch, made of pure lightforce, carried a distinct warmth.
The golden patterns on Muxuan’s lower abdomen immediately brightened, radiating a clearer glow.
The next moment—a numbing, electric-like sensation surged up, leaving her brain completely blank for an instant.