You are all my wings!

This is a rather vast space, stretching as far as the eye can see in all directions, with only endless darkness in sight.

It felt as if I was stepping on empty yet incredibly solid steps. Looking down, there was nothing to obstruct my view, and I couldn't see the darkness at the end.

For a moment, the two women had a strange feeling of being banished to the starry sky.

Thirty meters directly in front, there stands an incredibly tall ancient tower that pierces the sky.

The goddess Astalia, the silver-haired man, and his close female companions gathered before the tower.

"It seems we've arrived at some amazing place. Should we turn back?"

Jiajiali swallowed hard. They were only at the third level, and in this area that looked incredibly mysterious, they really couldn't afford to take any risks.

"Since you're here, come along."

Astalia's voice rang in their ears.

Then, Jiajiali and Cynthia flew over as if out of control and landed in front of everyone.

Coincidentally, Leon was right next to Jiajiali when she landed. It was the first time she had seen him so closely, and she couldn't help but hold her breath and feel her heart race.

His profile was sharp and perfectly proportioned, with flowing, beautiful silver hair casually draped over his shoulders. His eyes were deep and mysterious, seemingly more handsome than any male deity in mythology.

Without realizing it, her face flushed red, and she panicked even more. When she landed, her body, which was not yet steady, twisted.

"Oh."

With a whoosh, she realized that the silver-haired man had casually grabbed her arm and gently steadied her.

"Are you okay?"

When Jiajia Li heard Leon's charming voice with a smile up close, her ears almost melted.

"No...it's alright, thank you. My name is Jiajia Li, the Eighth Saintess. It's a pleasure to meet you."

As soon as she said it, her ears turned even redder.

“It’s an honor to meet you. I am Leon Berlon, Britta’s advisor.”

Leon looked at the cute Jiajia Li with her short brown hair in surprise, and noticed that a new message had been refreshed on his panel.

[Affection level has been reached, Goddess Jiajiali panel can be unlocked]

She's actually a goddess?

He clicked on it immediately.

[Character: Jiajia Li]

Age/Life Expectancy: 17/134

[Plot Weight: a]

[Potential Level: S++]

[Class: Saint Destroyer]

[Current Level: Tier 3/Tier 11]

Current favorability rating: 2%

【主要属性（残损版）：生命力21/魔力量55/体力33/力量38/敏捷48】

[Current Title (now destroyed): Goddess of Death, Goddess of Destruction]

[Note: If a title is destroyed, the authority is shattered, with only one last chance for natural revival. It will not revive after death, and the title will fall back into the sacred realm. If the title or authority is repaired, the rank can be restored.]

[Jia Jiali's personal main quest "Reclaiming the Divine Ship" has been triggered]

[Mission Details: Help Jiajiali repair her destroyed title and authority, and assist her in regaining her divine status]

[Quest Rewards: Holy Energy Capacity +200, Magic Power +100, Spirit Power +80, Stamina +50; Divine-level Holy Magic, Divine Pillar]

Leon couldn't help but take another look at Jiajiali's bewildered and slightly shy face. Had she even forgotten that she was once a goddess?

Logically speaking, the temperament and style of the Goddess of Death should be very different from that of the cute girl in front of you, right?

Does Astalia know about this?

Could it be that she orchestrated the affairs of all nine saints under the Papacy?

Or even if not all of them, there are several people whose backgrounds are questionable.

Even a goddess like Margaret, who had almost fully recovered her strength, was secretly guided and led to join the Papacy by her?

So what about Cynthia, the other Ninth Saintess who came here?

Lyon seemed lost in thought.

Astalia glanced over casually and said:

"Do you see this tower? Its top connects to the Origin Land and possesses boundless power. Castiga is suppressed on the second level. I will unseal her and transfer her here. Your task is to immediately strip the demonic energy from her body and then, just like before, elevate her to a divine abomination. Can you do that?"

"As long as it's not a situation like Feherrotija where the demon is dead, it can be done."

"Okay, it's up to you."

Lyon looked up and used his detection magic to observe the top of the tower, but he still couldn't see any details at the top.

All that can be seen at the end of the tower is indeed a vast spatial ripple, continuously vibrating and transmitting.

I never imagined that the place of origin would be right here.

That makes sense, though. Since it's the place of origin, it must be the easiest place to connect to another world.

Given that the passage between the Netherworld and the Auster Continent is located here, it is quite possible that this place is very close to the Origin Land.

Considering that Iris and Hamra look similar to the Goddess of Origin, Astalia's special summoning of Iris, who was supposed to be waiting, was likely for another purpose, possibly related to the Origin Land above.

So why did Astalia bring Machiru along as well?

Lyon had many more questions in his mind; matters related to the gods were indeed not easy to divine.

It seems that once I've dealt with Castiglione's matter, I can first upgrade my Miracle Astrologer rank and see if it can improve the effectiveness of my divination.

As I was pondering this, a faint, dazzling light emanated from the towering tower in front of me.

Then, an ice coffin suddenly shot out from the entrance of the tower ahead, enveloped in brilliant holy light, and landed in front of Lyon.

With a soft ding, the ice coffin door opened, revealing a stunningly beautiful face to Lyon.

This is a sleeping beauty, wearing a light gauze nightgown that looks like ice silk, with her snow-white and slender arms and long legs exposed, and her figure is excellent.

Lyon looked at the person in front of him and was slightly shocked. He couldn't help but look at Britta, who was also shocked.

This……

These two people look so alike!

Britta and Castiglione look almost identical.

Their height, build, face shape, facial features, and hair color are all almost identical.

The same narrow, elongated eyes, the same dark hair, the same pure and elegant face.

You have to look closely to see the differences in the details.

The only significant difference between the two is their skin color.

Perhaps because she hadn't seen the sun for many years, Castiglione's skin was less like snow-white and more like a bloodless, cold white, giving her a sickly beauty look.

Lyon scanned the room and noticed that, apart from Astalia, only Florodija and Margaret showed no surprise.

The latter two and Castiglione can be considered to be of the same generation, which is not surprising and reasonable (only considering the timeline of Margaret's lifetime).

"So now you understand why I said that back then, right?"

Astalia smiled gently at Leon.

Leon knew she was referring to the line, "You'd love to see Castiglione."

Given how similar she looks to Britta, it's no wonder Astalia would say that.

However, despite their identical appearances, their gender remains a mystery, and Leon doesn't believe he can like Castiglione as much as he likes Britta.

"Excuse me, are Castiglione and Rita mother and daughter?"

"Leon asked."

Is it a bit outrageous that Astalia would ask her to do such a beastly thing?

Camille, the only one who knew the truth, also looked surprised and considered this possibility.

"No, their relationship is complicated. You can think of them as sisters."

Astalia said.

Are they really sisters?

Britta couldn't help but ask, "Your Majesty, I am just the daughter of a concubine in an ordinary viscount's household. I have several brothers, but I have never heard of any sisters. Besides, isn't Lord Castigatti much older than me?"

Astalia said, "The reason you are called sisters is because your soul bodies were extracted from the soul remains of the same fallen goddess. With this god-level soul body, your flawless bodies had a chance to be established. Otherwise, if your souls are not pure enough, no matter how good your physique is, it will contaminate your rare physique."

"A soul shell?"

Britta was taken aback.

"Although the soul is intangible, it has a body that protects the stability of the soul's consciousness and connects with the physical body to interact with it. Your self-awareness is naturally born, so don't worry. You are not an appendage of any other deity; you are merely using a soul's body. Your personality and consciousness are still uniquely your own."

Astalia laughed:

"By the way, Castiga's physique is flawless and immaculate, while you have the added quality of being untainted. Therefore, your physique is superior to Castiga's. You are also the only person I have truly created by combining the failures in Castiga's cultivation with the advantages I extracted and re-cultivated. You are the only person with a 100% perfect holy body."

After these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.

The power to strip away the souls and bodies of other deities, create new life, and freely manipulate their physical constitutions, bestowing upon them unique characteristics, is already beyond imagination.

Although Astalia did not elaborate on the time and effort she devoted to these processes, one can imagine how difficult they were.

As for Britta, her feelings were even more complicated.

Even though I benefited the most, I still felt suffocated; I was still too weak.

Although the goddess Astalia was friendly, her power was too great, and there were still many things that I could not match her in, so I often acted involuntarily.

While they were talking, Leon had already launched an intervention and deception, stripping the demon from Castiglione's body.

This operation is simpler than removing the demon from Feherotija's body, because the demon has not been digested and has been suppressed by Astalia, so it has almost no power to resist.

Therefore, he did not expend too much mental energy and still had the energy to listen to what the others were saying.

'Hmm, so does that mean Hamra and Iris are similar cases?'

Lyon's heart skipped a beat, and while operating the device, he asked:

"Then, Your Majesty, who exactly is the goddess from which Rita and Castiglione's souls originate? And is Lady Moripe, who resembles them, also Rita's 'sister'?"

"Who the source is, let's talk about that when one of you becomes a god. This being is even more ancient. Although her status is not as high as the goddesses of Origin and End, she is still extraordinary. It's not good for you to know too much about her. After all, although she has completely perished, the fragments of authority she left behind before her death still possess immense power."

Astalia shook her head:

"As for Moripe, she is indeed another of my creations. The reason for her creation is more complicated, but you can consider the three of them as sisters, because their souls and bodies do indeed come from the same source."

Lyon knew that while this answer was absurd, it wasn't bad either; at least he wasn't facing any ethical issues by following orders to seduce Castiglione.

Of course, Castiglione is a powerful demigod, and that remains unchanged.

Helping her become a god is still a difficult problem.

According to the mission description, Castiglione should die soon, and time is probably running out.

Ophim patted Britta on the shoulder and said:

"Don't look so bewildered. Isn't this a good thing? You used to be a generation younger than both the Holy Maiden and the Pope. Now you've been elevated in seniority for no reason. Isn't that wonderful?"

Britta took a deep breath and shook her head slightly: "I just... no, it's nothing, thank you for your concern."

She wanted to say something, but as soon as the words left her mouth, she took them back.

Leon noticed this and knew that she was in a bad mood, so he said, "Rita, come over here."

The stripping away of the demons continues.

He continued to deceive these scattered demonic particles, telling them that this body was poisonous and that they must leave as soon as possible.

Therefore, a dark shadow slowly seeped out from Castiglione's body, hovering in mid-air. It was suppressed by Astalia's power and continued to gather. It was estimated that it would take another half a minute to peel away.

At this moment, Britta walked up to Lyon, looking puzzled: "What's wrong?"