What if you ascend to the wrong world?

At the very least, it wasn't a complete accident.

Indeed, there is a force that exists in the dark, yet cannot be observed, that drives and guides them toward 'degeneration'.

"So, the fact that your Church of Light gives out nun photo booklets upon membership is also a result of 'contamination by ancient gods'?"

"...It should be."

Clearly, He didn't want to bring this up.

As one of the astral gods closest to the origin of the world, He actually blocked the vast majority of the 'Old God Contamination'.

Therefore, divine pronouncements can be distorted to some extent.

The Church of Light has become what it is today, likely due to the influence of a distorted oracle.

Ah!

Definitely!

"Let's talk about the power of original sin instead," He changed the subject.

"As far as I know, there are seven such authorities, which appeared along with the 'Corruption of the Ancient Gods'."

Seven powers...?

This is consistent with his previous observations.

The seven powers correspond precisely to the seven shackles that bind the essence of magic.

"Three of these powers already have owners: 'Lust' and 'Wrath' are held in special ways by two apostles of original sin, while 'Pride'..."

At this point, a hint of seriousness flashed in his pale golden eyes.

"It has been completely taken over, but I don't know exactly who it is."

Lust, rage, and pride?

Thinking about it, Ye Tu seemed to have noticed something and glanced outside the Holy City of Loser.

Then she looked at the Goddess of Light again:

Thank you for your explanation.

Since the concept of 'outside the world' doesn't even exist, I'm afraid I won't be staying in this world for very long.

In that case, we need to adjust our mindset.

The hazy, graceful, perfect figure nodded gently:

"Ah."

Immediately, Ye Tu stopped and turned to leave.

It quickly disappeared completely from His sight.

Even He, who possessed the characteristic that "where there is light, there is God," could not detect where Ye Tu had gone.

"Ah~"

A soft sigh.

The boundless light that followed the Astral Web quietly faded away.

I just hope...

This sir from endless chaos, may he bring some 'variables' to this world that is heading towards depravity.

……

……

Irene Vitte's mansion.

study.

Ivia took off her shoes and lay down on the sofa, flipping through the nun photo book that the Church of Light had given her.

Haven't you been staying at Irene Wett's place for the past two days?

Perhaps feeling that she had become more familiar with the group, she started to act more and more casually.

At first, she would hide and peek, but later she realized that no one cared what she was looking at, so she simply started looking openly!

Don't ask.

Asking questions is a way to find inspiration!

This morning, she even gave the first draft of her new work to Irene Wett for review.

The result was only a 'mediocre' evaluation.

generally……

Every single one of her works by teacher Ivy has received rave reviews!

This guy actually said it was just average!

She angrily asked the guy why he gave her a 'neutral' rating.

But this guy said that the main character in the story wasn't as pretty as her...

emm...

Ok!

That reason is truly irrefutable.

In terms of looks and charisma, this guy is indeed a bit too much.

Soon, Ivia turned to the last page of the photo book in her hand.

Hey~

I watched it again without realizing it.

Ivy, Ivy, how could you be so depraved?

I haven't even had a chance to 'cultivate' today!

She mentally criticized herself, then reluctantly got up.

But he just sat cross-legged on the sofa, staring blankly at the painting hanging on the wall.

This painting...

It didn't look like this before, did it?

Just as I was thinking, I caught a glimpse of Ye Tu walking out of the study.

"Hey! Ye Tu, you're back!"

"Ah."

He walked directly to his usual spot and sat down.

With a gentle wave of his right hand, the oil painting hanging on the wall automatically fell off and continued to shrink.

When it finally fell into his hands, it had shrunk to the size of a palm.

So this painting can actually shrink?

Before Ivia could figure it out, he took out another piece of plain white silk, about three feet square, without any patterns or designs, which at first glance looked no different from ordinary white cloth.

Ok?

What is this again?

"Ye Tu."

"what happened?"

What are you doing?

Ivia's face was tense.

She was prepared to receive those words!

To her surprise, Ye Tu actually answered her this time.

"It's nothing, I just figured some things out."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and gently touched the center of the [Return to Truth and Evolution Diagram].

hum~

Within a visible ripple, the ink-black mist swirled in the center of the Dao diagram.

It started as just a faint wisp of smoke.

But soon, the ink became increasingly thick, dripping down from the Dao diagram.

Finally, the drop of ink condensed into a line that shot out of the window, swept towards the magnificent and sacred Dawn Cathedral above the holy city of Loser, and plunged directly into Elliott's brow.

"What have you figured out?"

"How to treat the world."

what?

Ivia looked completely bewildered.

Ye Tu simply smiled and put away the [Return to Truth and Evolution of the Dao Diagram] in front of him.

Before today, he had always viewed the world with the mindset of a 'passerby'.

For him, this world was merely a temporary stop, a place to rest.

That's right, it's just a 'place'.

Anyway, he'll be leaving soon.

but now……

The concept of 'outside the world' doesn't exist; he might have to stay here for a very long time.

Of course, he wants the world to function the way he desires!

Chapter 68 Divine Descent

night.

Dawn Cathedral.

Declan lowered his head and knelt respectfully on one knee.

High up, Elliott's eyes were closed, his back against the chair, and the light of his soul shone through his flesh, forming a bright golden light that was visible to the naked eye.

However, the dense aura of death surrounding his entire body could not be concealed.

"Your Majesty, Lorne has been on the run for two days now. Do you think we should arrange for the bishop to lead the expedition?"

Declan was somewhat conflicted.

At this crucial moment when the Lord is about to descend, he should not have disturbed His Majesty for such a trivial matter.

But no way.

He was the de facto head of the Inquisition, and he bore primary responsibility for Lorne's escape.

If I still fail to capture a level six kid after the Lord descends to earth, how will the Lord view me?

However, it was His Holiness the Pope himself who arranged for the seventh-level Holy Radiance Warriors to go and hunt them down.

Without asking him a question, he really wouldn't dare to change the candidate on his own.

“Declan.” Elliott opened his eyes wearily. “Did you come to see me just to say this?”

Declan shuddered.

Looking up and meeting Elliott's gaze, seeing the light flickering deep within his eyes, her heart sank.

Both of their souls had been refined by the Holy Power of Dawn over many years, so it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they shared the same origin and essence.

As the Pope, Elliott's soul strength was clearly far superior to Declan's.

This absolute dominance meant that Declan didn't dare to show even the slightest dissatisfaction in front of Elliott.