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“Leah.” Eileen looked over, about to say something, but then seemed to notice something and asked, “Leah, what happened?”

Theresa looked over in confusion. She didn't see anything, but Eileen's words made her realize that something must have happened.

Amelia took a deep breath and said, "The pure white wings are moving."

This is undoubtedly something that people have to pay attention to.

Although they knew from Amelia's speculation that the pure white wings might have been moved, the speculation and what they actually saw were undoubtedly two different results.

"What exactly do pure white wings look like?" Eileen asked earnestly.

“He danced,” Amelia replied.

Dance?

This answer left both Eileen and Theresa somewhat bewildered.

Why dancing?

Are these some instinctive actions of the pure white wings? But what do these instinctive actions mean?

The two exchanged a glance, both feeling somewhat confused.

"Never mind, let's not talk about that now." Amelia looked at the two of them and asked, "What was your result?"

Hearing Amelia's question, Eileen and Theresa's expressions became even more serious.

“I’ve looked into all the card and board games that exist in this city, but that’s just a part of the outside world, not the whole of it,” Eileen said.

“I know all card games and board games; there’s none I don’t know,” Teresa gave her second answer.

"I see."

Amelia nodded knowingly.

The answer is already quite obvious. The Crimson Moon is now just a prop, an item, and naturally it will no longer automatically receive information from the outside world or understand the situation outside. The reason why this illusionary city can exist and possess some things that only exist in later generations is because the content in the illusion does not rely on the Crimson Moon or the Crimson Moon Goddess, but on Teresa.

Amelia and Irene couldn't help but look at Theresa.

Theresa smiled wryly and said, "Even if you look at me like this, I don't know what's going on. I'm a little confused myself."

“But the creation of this illusionary city is indeed related to you.” Amelia said slowly, “Not only are the chess and card games something you know, but the fact that the vampires eat human food is also something you’ve always wanted to do. You don’t want the vampires to only have blood to drink, and there is no currency here. Everyone helps each other. This is actually a kind of wishful thinking on your part regarding the vampires.”

Theresa: "..."

After a moment of silence, Theresa said, "If it exists because of me, how can I break the illusion?"

"Put aside your fantasies and face reality," Amelia suggested.

"Let go of your illusions..." Teresa murmured.

“Although the Crimson Moon cannot accept information from later generations, it should still retain the instincts it had when it was the Crimson Moon Goddess. It probably sensed the desire deep within its daughter’s heart, which is why it created this illusory city,” Amelia said as she walked to the window.

She rested her hands on the windowsill, looking up at the red moon in the sky. The faint red moonlight was spreading, and could that light be mixed with a mother's longing for her daughter?

"I understand. I'll go back and get some rest."

Theresa looked a little lonely and turned to leave.

It's said to be letting go, but how exactly do you let go?

She needs to go back and think it over carefully.

As Theresa left, Eileen came to Amelia's side and hugged Amelia's arm: "Lia, what do you plan to do about the Pure White Wings?"

Amelia sighed and said, "I don't know what to do either, but seeing pure white wings dancing today gave me a bad feeling. Eileen, why do gods always seem to have problems? Why do they have problems? Have gods had problems in the past few hundred years?"

Eileen shook her head and said, "I have never heard of God having problems in the past. Perhaps God has had problems in recent years."

"In recent years?" Amelia's expression turned serious. "If the problems that have arisen with the gods are all recent, then why have these problems appeared in recent years? There must be a reason for this, right?"

"I also think there's a reason, but I don't know the specific reason," Eileen replied helplessly.

“Yes, not knowing the reason is the most troublesome thing; we can only guess,” Amelia sighed.

"Lia, do you have any guesses?"

"Hmm... my guess is a little scary."

"What is it?"

"I'm wondering if gods are dead but not stiff... well, 'dead' might not be the most appropriate word, but those who become props or objects, are they not forever fixed in this form?"

"Leah, you mean..."

Eileen's expression immediately turned serious.

Amelia's meaning is not hard to understand: does she mean that God will return?

"Is it possible for a god who has become an object to reverse the situation and reappear before us?" Amelia asked, looking at the gods before her. "And is the mutation of a god a manifestation of a god gradually awakening?"

This is a very scary guess.

What would happen if God reappeared in the world?

In the ancient past, in the era when gods coexisted, battles broke out between them, drawing countless lives into the conflict and causing devastating casualties.

Will the war of the gods descend upon this land once more?

Will sorrow once again blanket the sky?

Although this was just a guess by Amelia, she felt that the possibility of it was not small.

“If that’s the case, then we should do something even more, Leah.” Eileen’s expression was very serious.

“Eileen, you’re right. We have to do something.” Amelia’s expression was also very serious: “The reason why the war of the gods exists is because of the Goddess of the White. As long as the Goddess of the White is not there, even if the gods return, there will be no problem.”

"So?" Eileen looked at Amelia.

"So let's destroy the pure white wings." Amelia made her decision after all.

She didn't want to wake up one day to find her pure white wings gone, replaced by a pure white goddess smiling at her; that would be a truly terrifying sight.

Among the gods, the Goddess of the Pure White has gone further than the others. If the gods were to return, the Goddess of the Pure White would most likely be the first to return, and she might even have time to destroy all the other gods.

This situation is truly terrifying!

Therefore, Amelia felt she had to strike first.

However, destroying the pure white wings is not an easy task. Under normal circumstances, even if a titled saint attacks a god with all their might, they cannot harm the god, even if they attack with the help of other gods.

The resilience of God is immeasurable!

But Amelia is different.

"Perhaps this is the time when I should truly use the blessings of the gods."

Amelia said softly.

Destroying a god sounds incredible, but Amelia can actually do it. With enough power, she can kill a god!

"Once Theresa obtains the Crimson Moon, I will concentrate my power to destroy the Pure White Wings."

Amelia has made her decision.

The reason she didn't act immediately was because she wanted to concentrate her strongest forces to accomplish this task.

She was worried that if she didn't push her power to its limit, something might happen, so to avoid any potential accidents, she had to concentrate her strongest power.

Now we're just waiting for Theresa.

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In the room next door.

The room's layout was similar to Amelia's. Teresa went to the window and looked up at the red moon high in the sky.

"Mother……"

Theresa murmured.

"Mother, if this is an illusionary city that exists based on my wishes, then is it possible for me to see you?"

As soon as Theresa finished speaking, she realized she was floating.

She didn't control her flight, but she just naturally took to the air and flew out of the window, fulfilling her deepest desire.

"Theresa?"

Amelia and Irene, who were in the next room, noticed the situation immediately and rushed to the window.

Theresa smiled at the two of them and let her body continue to fly into the sky, getting closer to the red moon in the sky.

The original altitude restrictions no longer existed at this moment. Teresa easily exceeded the original flight altitude limit and kept getting closer to the red moon, watching it grow bigger and bigger in front of her.

That was his own mother!

Theresa opened her arms as if to embrace her mother, and pressed herself against her.

Finally, she landed on the red moon and embraced it.

Although the form presented before her was a huge moon, Theresa sensed a familiar scent on it—the scent of her mother, still so pleasant, still so unforgettable.

"Mother……"

With a soft call, Teresa held her mother and fell peacefully asleep.

For any child, a mother's arms are the most comfortable haven.

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Amelia squinted, watching the situation on the red moon from afar.

As a powerful titled saint, Amelia's eyesight is undoubtedly extremely strong, enough to see clearly what is happening in a distant location.

"She seems to be asleep?" Amelia was somewhat speechless.

"Then let her sleep. It's been a long time since she's been able to touch her mother," Eileen said with a sigh.

“It has been a long time indeed, about a thousand years.” Amelia nodded.

For Theresa, the Red Moon Goddess was undoubtedly the most important person in her life. Being able to embrace her again, even if it wasn't in the form of the Red Moon Goddess but in the form of the Blood Red Moon, would be an extremely rare and precious thing for Theresa.

Is this what a mother is like?

Amelia couldn't help but think of her mother in this life, but she had never met her mother in this world. Her mother had already passed away due to the conflicts between kingdoms before she transmigrated here, which was truly heartbreaking.

As for her past life... Amelia's gaze was also somewhat complicated.