Capítulo 1587: Chapter 507: Rise Again, My Goddess_4 Idinis doesn’t count. Though Darkness often ends up in over his head, his skills have grown more adept, frequently participating in the silver parties organized by Wayne, yet she has never descended in her true form, always riding on the accounts of Anastasia and Vizi. Each time she forcibly logs in, satiates herself, and then departs without cleaning up the mess, exhibiting no decorum whatsoever. The peacefully slumbering Aztemo had her eyes gently closed, lashes long like soft gray velvet, with features delicate and refined, and the corners of her mouth curled in a faint, serene smile. She wore a robe woven from the night sky, shimmering with starry luster, both deep and brilliant, with intricate totems finely embroidered with white thread along the edges that resonated in harmony with the motions of her breathing, the starlight and totems entwining with the green vines around the crystal coffin. The Goddess’s silver hair floated, her robe gently swayed, a few strands of hair intermingled with the translucent crystal, as if frozen in the moment of entry into water, presenting a serene vision transcending time, captured eternally in this scene, showcasing an ineffable majestic beauty. “Indeed, quite similar to Saine, standing together… Saine more like the elder sister.” Wayne, lacking belief, could not perceive the unique aura on the Goddess, nor feel that inviolable sacredness. He rubbed his small hands, cleared away the vines entwining the prism crystal, placed his fingers upon the crystal, and infused it with his own thoughts. A body void of thought; inside, there was but a minute presence of thought, immobile due to its slumber, attaining an everlasting tranquility. Undisturbed, uninfluenced, Wayne attempted to shape it into his own form but failed as the eternal nature of this part of the thought rendered it immutable. “Truly a Goddess, even asleep, I can’t do anything to you…” Wayne raised an eyebrow, indicating it wasn’t a significant issue. Though he might not corrupt Aztemo within Hades, Aztemo outside was already shaped according to his form; he just needed to mix it into a paste to completely dye Aztemo into a pale hue. Not caring about Death’s plans, how far he has progressed, inherently good woman or bad, Wayne let go of his previous insistence and initiated thought corruption proactively. The thought sealed in his right eye flowed into the prism crystal through Wayne’s palm, smoothly returning to Aztemo’s true form; the previously undisturbed thought now gradually transformed into pale, identical to ‘herself’. The speed was excruciatingly slow. Wayne narrowed his eyes, his fingers melting, his own thoughts surged in alongside Aztemo’s, frantically altering Aztemo’s body, forcibly shaping it to his own. Simultaneously, he channeled his full force into utilizing the authority of Hades, infusing the Pale Sea into the Twelfth Layer of Hades, reconstructing the Divine Nation from within outwards. Owing to the authority of Hades, everyone’s perception was blocked, and no one noticed the earth-shaking changes occurring within the realm. Oblivious were the three by Rone standing guard at the hall entrance, who trusted Wayne unwaveringly, the great hero who saved Hades, now transforming the Goddess and the Divine Nation. Particularly Rone and Saine — in some sense, Aztemo could be regarded as their mother. Unaware, they stood outside the hall, on the lookout for sudden disruptions, occasionally glancing expectantly toward the Divine Throne. Are they done yet? What’s taking so long! x3 Half an hour elapsed before Wayne wiped the white foam off his forehead, looking at his creation, and nodded in satisfaction. It’s already in his form. Aztemo did not awaken, and Wayne couldn’t rouse her; Death’s mind was like Sukra on a couch — no matter what you say, I just won’t get up. “Still, some gaps need to be filled…” Wayne speculated on the prerequisite for Aztemo’s awakening, waving to draw the Shadowmare from the Void, utilizing the Divine Nation’s authority and the coordinates channel provided by Idinis, targeting Wayne Manor in Lundan on the God-chosen Continent, and sent the Shadowmare over. In the back garden of Wayne Manor, Black Cat Monica strolled through the grass, sniffing here and there. Her two hind legs squatted, face serious, entering the trail mode. Suddenly, Shadowmare pierced through the Void, landing steadily beside Monica. The Black Cat puffed up instantly, retracting her exploring trail, then, before taking a few steps, a hand stretched from the Void, gripping fate’s scruff precisely, lifting Monica, and vanishing from the back garden. At the same time, Yuliya, waiting in the sewage for Monica, lifted her head, her gaze piercing through layered spaces, looking towards Shadowmare’s direction. She exhaled purple magic flames from her mouth, activated the transport channel, and leapt in. What’s going on? They were supposed to continue hide-and-seek when Monica arrived, why has it dispersed? Outside the grand hall, the three stationed guards heard the Black Cat’s screech and the Shadowmare’s neigh, curiously looking toward the Divine Throne’s direction. In a blind spot, they couldn’t see anything, and out of respect for the Goddess, they dared not utilize sensory perception. The familiar neigh stirred immense excitement in Rone, his two large bones feeling itchy, longing to ride something. Alas, they couldn’t ride. The Goddess thought resident within him had been entrusted to Wayne; riding the Goddess’s incarnation without her thought, from any perspective, remained an irredeemable blasphemy. Currently, only Wayne held the eligibility to ride Yuliya. “Rone, I heard the horse’s neigh, could it be… you’ve also been entrusted with the Goddess’s incarnation?” Grew asked curiously. Rone nodded: “Due to my outstanding merits, I received a warhorse bestowed by the Goddess, named Yuliya, akin to the Black Cat sent to the Mortal World, is also an incarnation of the Goddess.” Grew raised a trembling hand: “You, and Wayne, you rode the Goddess?” “No, at the time, the Goddess’s thoughts were still residing within me, thus it wasn’t disrespect towards the Goddess!” Rone held firm, explaining that the Goddess rode herself; he was merely a shelf for the residing Goddess thoughts and nothing more, urging not to overthink. Grew pursed his lips, refraining from additional commentary. He had sent the Goddess’s Black Cat incarnation to the Mortal World, making Monica a pet cat of the Lando family, with Megan as her caretaker and the Lando family as professional cat pamperers. There were also Viley and Chris, who were major cat pamperers. Considering the makeup of the Lando family, Naturalism Church’s Slyphy and Veronica, Dark Knight Austin, visiting Sun Knight Viley, Moonlight Church member Chris, the Goddess’s incarnations in the Mortal World have already been shaped into fluid by the Heretics. Rone merely rode the Goddess, while Grew personally delivered the Goddess among a group of Heretics; delving deeper into this topic was disadvantageous to Rone and even more so to himself. Thɪs chapter is updated by noᴠelfire.net Grew hadn’t wanted to; Hades was too perilous, beset by Saine first and Grew thereafter, leaving the Goddess’s incarnation in Hades was unsafe, leading him to conclude that sending her to the God-chosen Continent instance was safer. What Goddess’s incarnation, what Goddess’s thoughts, you all seem to be discussing some high-level topics; is there anything she could join in on? Grew hooked an arm around Rone’s shoulder, smirked at Saine with eyebrows waggling, saying coolly: “Among the three of us, one neither harbors the Goddess’s resident thoughts nor is entrusted to protect her incarnation; guess who that is?” Saine clutched her chest at the stabbing pain, glaring at Grew to silence him. “Congratulations, you guessed correctly, that person is you!” Grew laughed heartily. “Quiet down, Wayne is undertaking extremely important work, do not disturb him.” Rone shrugged off the arm on his shoulder, showing a cold disposition toward the lively Grew and even more indifference towards his sister Rone. The dislike for Grew stemmed from a clash of personalities; the disdain for Saine was simpler: traitors are unworthy of sympathy or forgiveness. Behind the Divine Throne of the grand hall, Wayne began the final step in awakening Aztemo. “Awaken, my Goddess!”