Although that last sentence was a little strange.
But Lu Ming didn’t pay it any mind. With a thought, the gates of the Divine Realm opened to Sislia.
***
Fos Town, inside the newly built Fertility Church.
Sislia was kneeling devoutly in front of Lu Ming’s new statue.
Before her appeared a wide, illusory door, shimmering with purple and green.
The scenery beyond it was beautiful, so different from the world she knew, as if painted by a different hand.
Sislia was instantly drawn in.
***
The moment she entered the Divine Realm, she saw that graceful silhouette quietly reclining on a lounge chair.
An indescribable tremor filled her heart.
Sislia hurriedly ran over to Lu Ming.
“Your Highness, I have come to…”
“All right, all right, there’s no one else here. No need for all those formalities.”
Sislia quickly nodded, eyes fixed on Lu Ming without blinking.
“So this is Your Highness’s true form… purple… how elegant and charming…”
At this moment, Lu Ming was dressed in a magnificent robe of purple and gold, with several irregular golden divine marks hovering behind him.
The more Sislia looked, the faster her heart beat.
This outfit and style, for some reason, really struck her particular… taste.
She had come with questions in her heart.
His Highness had been concealing his identity all this time, helping to nurture her through tea gatherings.
Was he setting up some kind of game?
All of it, just to gain enough strength to fight the God of War.
No, the God of War is merely a Supreme God of the Fourth Order…
His Highness must have an even greater plan, perhaps playing at a much bigger game, aiming for the seat of Supreme God of the Fifth Order?!
Perhaps even the supposed fall of my master, the Dawn Goddess, was just a part of his plan!
Lu Ming gave Sislia a strange look.
What’s gotten into this girl? She’s acting stranger and stranger, and that look in her eyes… just like a wolf who hasn’t eaten in half a month.
“…Sislia, did you have something to tell me?”
He truly couldn’t get used to that gaze.
Lu Ming softly interrupted Sislia’s wild train of thought.
Sislia, whose eyes had been so spirited and expression rather unrestrained, quickly pulled herself together.
Reminded by Lu Ming, she remembered her purpose for coming, and the matters she needed to report.
Her expression returned to its usual calm.
She spoke.
“Your Highness, there is indeed something I must tell you—regarding the God of Procreation.”
***
Lu Ming nodded slightly and listened quietly.
“After the God of Procreation fell, incidents of people being transformed into the Fallen Demon Spider’s followers have occurred across the continent.”
“Through an investigation led primarily by the Lie Church…”
“A conclusion was finally reached: once procreation takes place, and a child is conceived, those involved become affected by the Divine Authority of the God of Procreation.”
“And so, they are transformed.”
“Our major churches have notified the continent as fast as possible.”
“But some people have still been transformed and have become followers of the God of Procreation.”
Sislia’s voice was heavy and tinged with hesitation.
After hearing everything, Lu Ming pondered for a moment.
That dog Xiunis was playing dirty now, using his Divine Authority in tandem with the corruption of the Ancient Evil.
He was forcefully creating followers for himself.
But doing this, he wasn’t just offending the God of War.
Most of the gods might lose some of their followers because of this.
For gods who can’t even tolerate a Pseudo-God, this is open provocation.
Although it might boost the faith of the God of Procreation in the short term.
It wouldn’t last, and once the transformed people were discovered, they’d most likely be killed.
“So he’s not even bothering with appearances anymore.”
Lu Ming couldn’t shake the feeling—
Xiunis wasn’t just lashing out in desperation.
A god who’d lived for two eras—how could he possibly be brainless?
All of this, there was something oddly wrong about it.
If the faith of the Church of Procreation collapsed, at worst, it would simply close down and wait a few hundred, a few thousand years.
Then re-emerge to gather faith again.
After all, gods don’t rely on faith to survive.
Like those foreign gods with extremely limited faith—yet they still coexist peacefully with the mainstream gods.
“Something’s fishy.”
Lu Ming sensed something.
But he couldn’t quite say what was wrong.
“I just hope the other gods act quickly and give Xiunis a good beating. It’d be best if he fell for it.”
Lu Ming was always cautious.
There was no way he’d be the first to stick his neck out.
Even if he and the God of Procreation were bitter enemies.
“You brought this matter to me in good time. I understand.”
In truth, even without Sislia telling him, he could just use Divine Art: Omniscience to find out.
But Lu Ming still used an encouraging tone.
Then he gently rubbed Sislia’s hair.
‘Still so soft and fluffy, and there’s a warm feeling…’
Sislia’s eyes instantly went out of focus, her whole posture turning relaxed and blissful.
Just like a kitten, so content it might start purring.
“By the way, is there anything else you want to tell me?”
Pulled back to reality by Lu Ming, Sislia’s heart was in turmoil.
There really was something else she wanted to say to Lu Ming—something she’d been holding back for a long time.
In fact, she felt that her current state was almost obsessive…
To the point of craving.
This was such a good chance.
His Highness was so understanding, so gentle.
He had never shown the slightest hint of alienation or rejection toward her.
So… should she say it?
She suddenly thought of that cute little girl…
Actually, even if the worst happened, all that would come of saying it was that His Highness would dislike her, and the Dawn Goddess would be disappointed in her.
She’d no longer be able to get within three steps of Her Ladyship.
Mm, that really was a terrifying punishment…
But if she didn’t say it—
She’d regret it for the rest of her life. And recently, she felt more and more out of sorts.
Every time she saw His Highness, she couldn’t control her emotions.
She felt that if this went on, she’d go mad. She even felt life had lost all hope.
After weighing it, Sislia decided to take the plunge.
She pressed a hand tightly to her wildly beating chest.
Sislia raised her head, her eyes taking on a near-heroic resolve as she looked at Lu Ming.
Her voice trembled almost imperceptibly, yet was exceptionally clear.
“Your Highness, I, I…”
“I… I admire you! I hope that we can be to-together, forever.”
As soon as she said the words, it was as if all her strength had been drained.
She had thought she would feel a sense of unprecedented ease and release.
But even she hadn’t expected—
Just as she finished, Sislia’s face flushed red in an instant.
She exploded—her pressure had exploded.
Her mind was in chaos; she had no idea what she was doing.
Even her eyes began to blur.
Sislia had never so clearly felt how torturous it could be, waiting for an answer.
“Mm.”