CHAPTER 471: CHAPTER 232: SHIAYAR, PROFANING ABUNDANCE!

But at this very moment, the smiles and frowns of that black-haired boy still continued to tug at Abundance’s heart, causing ripples in her divine soul that had remained unchanged for eons.

Forcing herself to avoid thinking about anything related to him, she realized that without such efforts, she might easily fall back into the state of losing control that she experienced earlier.

This encounter involuntarily brought her back to a millennium ago, to that cataclysm which ended the Glorious Era.

Similarly causing the Fabled Creatures to descend into madness and chaos—

But compared to that great cataclysm of the past, what Abundance faced now appeared gentler, more serene...

Yet, it was also more eerie, difficult to defend against.

She didn’t even know exactly what she had encountered to find herself in such a bizarre situation.

Sigh—

Abundance reclined on that crimson Gold Throne, exhaling a long breath, forcibly suppressing the unrest surging within her heart.

Then, with immense willpower, she compelled herself to monitor the core of her divine soul, the source that shaped her Fabled Creature form.

Her spiritual power extended outward.

Using the Spirit Realm as a medium, through those fragile, elusive connections.

Perceiving everything within the Main Material Plane.

She vaguely sensed that perhaps some upheaval had occurred in the human nation she had established on the Western Continent, a nation meant to gather the Power of Faith.

But through the Astral Realm, as she tried to access specific information via her followers’ prayers from the Main Material Plane.

Abundance was stunned to discover—

The messages conveyed in her multitude of followers’ prayers were all incredibly peaceful and devout.

"My Lord, everything is normal."

"My Lord, everything is normal."

"My Lord, everything is normal."

Everything is normal?

The Goddess of Abundance couldn’t help but pause slightly.

She had originally thought it could be a deity or a powerful figure targeting her Divine Kingdom, attempting to obliterate the foundation of her faith.

But now it seemed, the messages transmitted through those devout prayers suggested that everything was perfectly fine.

Even—

That Power of Faith nourishing her deep within her Divine Core, via the Spirit Realm, was not at all filled with fear, unrest, collapse, or corruption as Abundance anticipated.

Instead, it was incomparably rich and pure, far surpassing in both quality and quantity the feedback of the Power of Faith she had received in the past.

The pure Power of Faith repeatedly washed over Abundance’s Divine Core and Heart of God.

Giving her divine throne, long stranded, an almost imperceptible premonition of further advancement.

"Not only has the faith I’ve established not collapsed or been plundered by other Fabled Creatures."

"It’s even stronger than before..."

"In other words, the number of my faithful not only hasn’t diminished but has actually increased, and their faith itself has become much more devout and sincere?"

This situation was completely unexpected for Abundance.

After all, she was fairly clear about the state of her theocratic kingdom on the Western Continent.

The Main Material Plane at present still harbored numerous semi-mad Fabled Creatures roaming the world, liable to destroy human kingdoms and towns at any moment should they lose control.

These were lunatics and bedeviled souls devoid of reason.

And the Goddess of Abundance chose to hide in the depths of the Astral Realm for growth, precisely to avoid the covetous eyes of some powerful deities eyeing the Throne of Heaven.

Thus, naturally, she did not wish to be entangled with those semi-mad, kin-less, out-of-control deities; whether she could win was one thing, but her power being exposed to other mighty deities afterward as a target was certain if she did.

In an era, there’s only ever been one "Throne of Heaven"...

The creator of the past, before opening the Glorious Era, had hunted countless ancient gods, ascending the Throne of Heaven over the bones of innumerable Old Gods.

Thus, her attitude toward her theocratic kingdom was entirely one of short-term gain in free-range mode... without a thought for long-term development, instead using the harshest and most extreme methods to coerce her followers into providing faith; who could say when those crazies walking the world might go berserk and annihilate nations, hence the Power of Faith needed securing early.

Given Abundance herself was hidden in the Astral Realm, barely interfering in the Main Material Plane’s affairs, maintaining the status quo with those nobles and Religious Order leaders running her theocratic kingdom was already no small feat—

How could her faith inexplicably take root and flourish even further?

This unexpected turn left Abundance’s divine soul in a slight daze.

The daze was fleeting, not even lasting a single breath’s time.

Yet.

In that moment of distraction.

A crystalline, brilliant, almost illusory thread from the distant depths of the Astral Realm traversed the vast, endless Star Domain, reaching her divine form.

In the next moment.

A calm voice began to resound slowly in the depths of Abundance’s divine soul.

"Come."

"My child."

The call was gentle.

Threatening to lull her into slumber, drawing her to another higher world.

There is danger.

Reason within Abundance’s heart issued a dire warning.

However—

The call seemed to carry some kind of special allure.