Panlong, magnetic field rotation

Chapter 132 Enjoy life
Material Plane - Magnolia.

The Arctic ice field is cold and windy.

A radiance emanating from the underworld attracted the curious gaze of the plane guardian, who was stunned to see figures appearing one after another.

"So many people have come to the material plane!"

Lynn glanced indifferently at the plane guardian, a female mid-level god with short blonde hair and wearing black pearl earrings.

"Ginny greets Your Excellency!"

The guard felt a terrifying pressure as the man glanced at him suddenly, and he nervously bowed slightly in greeting.

Lynn gave a soft "hmm," stared at her for a while, sensed her soul aura, and then released a wisp of black light from between his brows, which instantly entered her soul ocean to plant a soul seed.

The Holy Domain's true form also possesses the power of a death-type main god, making this a simple task.

Meanwhile, in the underworld, Lynn's divine avatar also found Ginny's divine avatar and began to control it even more quietly.

After doing these things, Lynn flew away with Katalia, Diana, Rico, and the other women without saying much to her.

After flying over the sea, we saw the mainland, a place full of blooming flowers, dense crowds, and a lively atmosphere.

After years of development, the Magnolia Plane has been firmly rooted and occupied by the belief in the main god of death, making it half of Lynn's base camp.

The entire continent of Qingya has been unified by the Orcart family for over eight million years.

The Orcat family not only has a large number of high-ranking gods overseeing them, but also follows the beliefs of the underworld. Their dominant position has remained unchallenged for many years.

In front of the royal estate, a beautiful and elegant figure in white led the group to personally welcome Lynn and his companions.

If the imperial nobles were to see this, they would be greatly surprised. Every single person qualified to be standing in line here is a core member of the royal family.

"Lord Lin."

Cecilia's avatar of fate smiled, her beautiful eyes sparkling with joy.

Lynn smiled and nodded, introducing her to the women: "This is Cecilia, whom I mentioned earlier..."

They checked into the royal estate.

The palatial building's exterior is made of pure white marble, which gleams in the sunlight.

The tall columns are carved with exquisite patterns, exuding classical elegance and solemnity.

On the roof, the golden carvings and towering spires complement each other, highlighting the nobility and majesty of the royal family.

Passing through the main building's lobby, you'll find yourself in a magnificent garden.

In the garden, colorful flowers compete for attention, and the carefully designed flower beds and fountains are arranged in a pleasing and orderly manner.

The central fountain's jets of water, shimmering in the sunlight, transform into a magnificent rainbow, while the splashing droplets create a crisp, melodious sound.

Bees and butterflies fluttered among the surrounding flowers, adding a touch of liveliness to the garden.

On one side of the garden is a vast vineyard.

Neatly arranged grapevines climb along the trellis, with bunches of plump grapes peeking out from among the green leaves.

At the end of the vineyard is an ancient wine cellar, which houses the estate's own wines, each bottle carrying the mellow aroma of time.

On the other side of the manor lies a tranquil lake, its crystal-clear waters reflecting the surrounding beauty.

Willows sway gently by the lake, swans glide leisurely in the water, and an exquisite stone bridge spans across, connecting to a small island in the lake, which is shaded by green trees and full of flowers, like a fairyland.

Deep within the manor lies a mysterious forest.

The tall trees provide ample shade, and sunlight filters through the leaves, creating patches of golden light. Various exotic birds sing merrily in the branches, and occasionally, deer can be seen darting through the forest.

Having lived a life of luxury in the underworld, the women, accustomed to being picky, went on a trip together, accompanied by maids in charge of garden design. They could point out any areas they didn't like and have them repaired.

the other side.

The material plane—Illusory Colors.

Scarlet Cloud Valley.

Lynn wore a pure white robe, seemingly woven from the most flawless clouds in the sky. It had few decorations, except for the faintly visible Wheel of Fortune pattern embroidered in silver thread at the collar and cuffs, which shimmered with a mysterious light.

As he moved, his long robe swayed gently in the wind, as if countless invisible threads were floating around him, as if he controlled the rise and fall of the world, exuding an aura of majesty and mystery that could not be fathomed.

The pen tip lightly touches the pristine white canvas, as if the threads of destiny are beginning to weave.

Cecilia, Brie, Bruno, and other followers quietly observed the unfolding of their destiny from behind.

The flower field resembles a giant tapestry, with each flower meticulously embroidered, its colors vibrant and captivating, exuding a rich fragrance that subtly permeates the nose, like a perfume carefully crafted by nature.

Silver Bell Creek meanders like a graceful white ribbon, shimmering with tiny sparkles in the sunlight.

The smooth pebbles at the bottom of the water are clearly visible, and schools of colorful stream fish dart and play among them, creating layers of sparkling ripples.

Willows sway gently by the stream, their slender branches like green ribbons dancing in the wind. Occasionally, they lightly touch the water's surface, attracting curious fish that chase after them, creating dreamlike ripples on the water's surface, as if adding lively brushstrokes to a painting.

The majestic Aoshan Mountains lie across the horizon, resembling a magnificent landscape painting.

Lynn paused, examined the paper for a moment, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

A fragrant breeze wafted by, and Cecilia walked to Lynn's side, her beautiful eyes filled with affection, and exclaimed, "Your painting is truly wonderful, sir."

Lynn smiled and shook her head; she always said the same thing.

He put away the scroll, and the avatar of the God of Destiny entered the soul space, while the avatar of the God of Destruction took its place outside. He said to them, "Let's go, we'll go to the Magnolia Plane."

……

The cold wind raged across the vast and desolate Arctic ice field.

The sharp whistling sound seemed to be the only sound in this silent place, and as far as the eye could see, there was only endless ice and snow.

"Sigh, this job is really tough."

Ginny made a sarcastic remark without any expression.

She had thought that being transferred to this material plane would allow her to enjoy the life of a local tyrant, but she didn't expect the native forces to be so powerful. The intimidation and influence of a large number of high-ranking gods were on full display, forcing her to honestly perform her duties and only occasionally go to the mainland to wander around and trick a few fools into going to the underworld.

Day after day, year after year, this kind of life is truly dreary.

Only the cold wind accompanies this barren land, telling a story of loneliness that no one can understand.

Just as she was sighing as usual.

"Om~"

The dimensional teleportation array reacted, emitting an eerie glow. Ginny watched this scene in surprise, wondering to herself, "Huh, how come someone else has come from the underworld again?"

"Hmm... Master has arrived!"

The light from the teleportation array gradually faded, and the man who had previously controlled Ginny with death-based methods appeared before her. She sensed the difference slightly, but the difference lay in their auras and clothing. Clearly, he was another god's avatar. In the same way, he was still accompanied by several women.

"Owner."

Ginny dared not be negligent and politely bowed. Under control, she appeared natural and did not feel anything was amiss.

Lynn ignored her and flew away with her people.

He brought some women to the material plane with a clear purpose: to have children.

The fact that he hasn't had children for so many years doesn't mean there's anything wrong with him.

Although they become gods, their bloodline remains human, and there are no difficulties or obstacles in procreation.

The reason why no offspring have been born is simply because refining the essence of the divine spark and strengthening the physique requires the participation of the Holy Domain Main Body, which makes it impossible to extricate oneself.

Having a main godhead that I can't refine myself, instead of letting it gather dust and be stored away forever, I might as well raise a suitable offspring. In any case, I would never let it go to someone insignificant.

Lynn didn't crave the title of a Great Perfection descendant, as the probability was extremely low. He also had no interest in waiting indefinitely. As long as his talent wasn't too bad and he could become a High God independently, that would meet the requirements. With the help of faith, even the worst person could still accumulate enough to fuse the eight profound mysteries of the wind element.

……

Royal estate.

Life begins with the gentle chirping of birds and the rays of sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains. Lynn slowly opens her eyes and wakes up, while the women beside her still have sweet sleeping faces.

A moment later, the maids entered quietly, first curtsied respectfully, and then gently drew back the curtains to let more light into the room.

They skillfully helped their masters change clothes, allowing them to freely choose from exquisite garments designed by master tailors, ensuring that they would never wear the same thing twice.

Lynn got up from the bed, her bare feet stepping on the soft, sapphire-colored luxury carpet. She casually pointed to a piece of clothing and naturally opened her arms.

A graceful maid, with delicate steps and a slender waist, slowly approached, carrying the gorgeous clothes she would wear that day.

Her eyes were lowered, with a hint of shyness and respect, as she gently picked up the lining embroidered with exquisite patterns.

She leaned down slightly, her rounded shoulders trembling slightly. She raised her jade-like arm and gently slipped the inner lining onto him. Her fingers inadvertently touched his skin, as delicate as a butterfly touching a flower stamen, carrying a hint of warmth and softness.

She leaned forward slightly, her heavy, soft body brushing against his arm unintentionally, a faint, elegant fragrance lingering at his nose.

Lynn lowered his head slightly, and a large expanse of snow-white hair came into view. He raised his index finger, brushed aside the loose black hair, and gently touched the maid's chin, saying with a faint smile, "What's your name?"

The maid replied respectfully, "Erika."

Lynn nodded, looking at the other maids and servants, feeling relaxed and enjoying this leisurely pace of life.

In this royal estate, the maids and servants are like the blooming flowers in the garden, each with their own unique charm.

Some of the maids had skin as smooth and white as the first snow, and their eyebrows and eyes were like ink chrysanthemums with morning dew, charming and beautiful. They had slender and graceful figures, with waists so small that they could be encircled by a single hand. When they walked, they moved with light steps, like willows swaying in the breeze, with extremely elegant postures.

The other maid had a healthy rosy complexion, and when she smiled, her eyes curved like crescent moons, exuding liveliness and playfulness. She was plump yet well-proportioned, with curvaceous figures, and every step she took radiated a unique charm.

Some of the maids had oval faces, delicate and petite features, like figures from a painting. Their chestnut-colored curly hair was tied back, and they were tall and slender with straight and thin legs.

Then there was the maid, with an oval face and skin as delicate as mutton fat jade. Her phoenix eyes were slightly upturned, exuding a hint of charm. Below her slender waist were two long and beautiful legs. Every movement she made was full of unique charm.

After dressing, the maid stepped back slightly, curtsied, a faint blush on her face, her eyes lowered, not daring to look him in the eye, and said softly, "Master, it's done."

Lynn reached out and straightened her clothes again.

"You, you, come and serve me tonight."

He casually pointed to two maids, including the one with long, straight black hair who was in charge of changing clothes.

He has always been extremely particular about enjoying life and would never mistreat himself.

"Thank you, sir!"

The two chosen girls knelt down and bowed with joy on their faces.

The other maids and servants all showed expressions of envy, anticipation, and even a hint of jealousy, genuinely wishing they could take their place.

The royal estate has undergone a major overhaul, with a steady stream of high-quality girls being sent there regularly.

They had all received prior training, with many important figures repeatedly instructing them to serve the masters here well.

The competition among maids and servants is fierce, both overt and covert. Even the daily tasks of changing clothes, drawing curtains, and changing bed sheets require them to perform at their best and fight for a chance.

Whoever is lucky enough to be chosen by their master will rise to the top in one step.

Lynn walked out of the bedroom and into the hallway.

The walls here are covered with large paintings depicting scenes of life, death, war, and nature. The colors are vibrant and the figures are lifelike. Most of them are Lynn's own works, while others are painted by his followers, such as Cecilia, Brie, and Bruno, who traveled with him through the material plane.

As the saying goes, what one sees and hears influences one's upbringing; what one's superiors do, one's subordinates will follow.

Lynn has this hobby of using cultivation aids, and women who spend a lot of time around him will naturally pick up some of it.

Walk slowly through the corridor, which is a bit long for ordinary people, and you will arrive at a more spacious area.

A dazzling crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, radiating a kaleidoscope of colors under the sunlight.

A beautifully designed vase sits in the corner, filled with freshly picked flowers from the garden, the rich fragrance of roses mingling with the delicate aroma of lilies.

"Owner."

Maids stood in neat rows at each step of the staircase. Upon seeing Lynn, they all bowed in unison, their deep, snow-white cleavage surrounding him.

At breakfast time, everyone sat around a long table covered with a clean white tablecloth.

The oak dining table has a smooth, mirror-like surface with exquisitely carved floral patterns along the edges. The silver cutlery is neatly arranged, the bread is soft and steaming, and the fresh fruit looks tempting.

The walls around the house were originally adorned with portraits of outstanding emperors of the Alcatel family, but Cecilia had ordered the maids to remove them all long before Lynn officially moved in.

In her plain and utterly matter-of-fact words, "There has only ever been one master here."

"No one has the right to look down from here; that would be a great act of disrespect and blasphemy."

In the fireplace in the corner, the firewood crackled and emitted a warm glow. Although there were many ordinary maids and servants in the manor, they were more like pieces of furniture that added to the atmosphere than serving a normal purpose of heating.

Lynn sat at the head of the table, picked up a piece of bread spread with purple jam and savored it, occasionally taking a sip of the rich, sweet, cocoa-like milk tea.

With just a simple glance, a stunningly beautiful maid with a perfect figure and long white hair instinctively crawled under the table...

They chatted occasionally, laughing and talking, and Lynn felt peaceful and content. This is how life should be enjoyed.

(End of this chapter)