CHAPTER 1664: CHAPTER 526: THERE’S AN OLD SAYING IN MY HOMETOWN—A WISE MAN KNOWS WHEN TO YIELD_4

The Pale Sea surged down, starting from the fourteenth layer of the Forest Kingdom, devouring the Sea of Order upwards and irrigating the first thirteen layers downwards, decisively and without the slightest hesitation.

Conquering Yalien is too difficult. Reasoning with her won’t work, as she is an indispensable powerful force at the time of Doomsday Judgment; only corruption can turn foe into friend.

Watching the Pale Sea integrate into the space of the Divine Naturalism Kingdom, madly polluting the entire world, Shi Luke felt an indescribable bitterness in her heart; as Galle said, what could she even resist?

For a moment, a chill ran through her heart, hoping Galle’s intuition would still be right, and if she quietly stayed out of the way, Wayne wouldn’t make things difficult for her.

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During the corruption of the Divine Naturalism Kingdom, The Book of Greed took the opportunity to lick over the entire Divine Nation, harvesting a few crumbs, hardly enough to fill the gap between its teeth, urging Wayne to speed up and quickly lick the Sleeping Beauty at the Origin of Life.

Wayne had exactly this in mind, instructing his three retainers to clear the path ahead as he needed to see Yalien immediately, without delay, right now.

Milaer and Acosta, thrilled by their rebirth, held awe towards the Nature Goddess but had even greater reverence and fear for Wayne, not daring to defy his orders. They simultaneously cleared the path, guiding the group onto the Sea of Order.

During this time, Wayne acquired a part of the authority of the Divine Naturalism Kingdom from the two new followers, increasing his victory odds by thirty percent. As long as the Doomsday Judgment didn’t suddenly descend, there was nothing much to fear.

The Sea of Order was a dazzling starry sky underneath a green curtain, something Wayne had seen many times, never lingering for a moment, raising the Pale Sea to accelerate the pollution, stepping onto the sixteenth layer, the Origin of Life, the Pale Sea surged in alongside his steps.

The Naturalist Knights Order guarding the place still tried to stop it, only to be swiftly knocked down by the three subsidiary gods.

The Origin of Life, being the highest level of the Divine Naturalism Kingdom, was also Yalien’s Temple Garden and the location of the Divine Throne, where everything was flourishing, and one can find the absolute beauty of nature here and there.

Everyone thought so until they saw the darkness of death occupying half the sky.

The Origin of Life was split into two at the center, which is the location of the temple throne; the left and right sides, one half was filled with green light abundant with Life Energy, and the other half was enveloped in a dense gray Death Aura.

The part shrouded in green light was covered with life’s bounty, the chirping of birds and fragrant flowers, everywhere filled with the harmonious sounds of nature.

The gray area, silent and deep, lacked bright light, only a gentle gray hue covering everything. The ground was littered with dead branches and fallen leaves, the trees no longer lush green but transformed into a deep gray-brown. The air was filled with a faint melancholy, yearning for the green across, longing to complete the cycle of life.

"Ssssss—"

"She’s really done it!"

"Moreover, it seems like she’s about to succeed..."

Not just Wayne and the others, even the three subsidiary gods were taken aback. They knew only that Yalien had gained Death, unaware of the specific process; today was their first time entering the profoundly transformed Origin of Life.

In the unseen realm, everyone had a sense that Yalien was no longer the Nature Goddess; she had undergone a drastic transformation.

"It doesn’t matter, it’s not too late, even if she becomes the Life Goddess, if we all swarm her, she might not be able to kill us all." Wayne stepped quickly towards the grand hall of the Divine Throne, feeling the oppressive atmosphere, he did not forget to turn back and crack a joke.

No need for the four Goddesses to take action; he was confident he could take on Yalien alone, even if she successfully advanced!

The effect was mediocre; in Idinis’s eyes and the other three, Wayne saw intense jealousy, mixed with resentment and aversion, and seeing this, he rolled his eyes, lamenting how difficult dealing with this group of Goddesses was.

Luckily, he only messed with Idinis, or things would have gone south sooner or later.

The Divine Throne was majestic and imposing, constructed from pure crystal and ancient rock, one half embedded with emerald gemstones, sparkling with the light of life; the other half was dull metal, reflecting the somber thought of death.

The very center of the entire temple, and the highest point of the Origin of Life, the natural Divine Throne hung amidst the alternating gray and green.

Yalien, with a domineering aura akin to a queen, sat with closed eyes upon the throne.

Her beauty was of a Goddess-level visage, her figure of a Goddess-level physique, fierce and vicious, nothing more to describe, yet the most striking aspect was the aura of this Goddess.

Her brow was sharply arched, exuding an unchallengeable determination and decisiveness, a luxurious yet dignified green robe, golden hair piled high, revealing a slender and fair jade neck.

The appearance, the figure, the aura, every aspect was incomparably elegant, each exceptionally assertive, suppressing the same gender, contemptuous of the opposite, even with eyes closed and saying nothing, it made people...

This woman seems so annoying!

Perhaps hearing too much negativity about Yalien, Wayne’s initial impression was mediocre, and the phrase ’better not provoke’ flashed across his mind; he had no time to think more, as his body leapt into the air, his five fingers clutched the lambskin-like delicate face of Yalien.

White foam surged, pouring into Yalien’s nose and mouth, eyes and ears, firing at full force, striving to convert her into a retainer in the shortest time.

But quickly, Wayne discovered something unusual: this body was already dead.

There was no trace of vitality inside, empty and devoid of thinking presence.

With the wriggling of white foam, this shell gave no response; you do as you will, I lie here, moving is my loss.

Wayne stared wide-eyed at the Sleeping Beauty before him, his five fingers abruptly tightened, crushing her decayed face as if it were withered wood.

Underneath the bright exterior was bark-like wrinkles, with no sign of life at all.

Only then did Wayne notice that both of Yalien’s hands on the Divine Throne had already become white bones, yellowed, and withered, as if they had decayed long ago.

"No way, failing the advancement ends like this..."

Wayne turned around stiffly, having imagined many scenarios upon meeting Yalien, from the most absurd love at first sight to inevitably intense fighting; he had considered them all.

Only Yalien’s death wasn’t on the list of considerations.

There’s no scene I haven’t seen (✗)

This kind of development is indeed a first (✓)

Wayne carelessly twisted his waist, his gaze shifted towards the four Goddesses, stopping at Idinis’s face: "You might not believe it, but she... is dead."

"???"x7

Everyone was stunned, not understanding what Wayne was saying; if taken literally, it would be somewhat absurd.

"Impossible, even if she failed to advance, she wouldn’t die, and besides..."

The Goddess of Death, Aztemo, the most authoritative, looked at the distinctly divided world of two colors, her face grim as she said: "She hasn’t truly died; she’s waiting for rebirth after the cycle, she has already succeeded."

Despite saying so, there’s nowhere at all to strike.

Wayne turned his head back, once again scrutinizing Yalien, her exquisite face peeled away, internally barren, unable to find a breakthrough with the influx of white foam.

"Do we have to wait for her resurrection moment to corrupt?"

Wayne murmured, he had no qualms with Yalien, wouldn’t envy the other’s exalted achievement of becoming the Life Goddess. Instead, the stronger Yalien was, the higher the success rate in passing the Doomsday Judgment; Wayne would only genuinely praise her.

The key was that he was somewhat unsure; he’d seen half-completed forms of the Goddess of Bright, unsure how powerful the resurrected Life Goddess could be.

If, by any chance, she’s absurdly strong, stepping in to take charge, while he, Wayne, would be serving like a beast of burden, what then?

By appearances, serving this Queen like a beast, she’d likely not even offer a blade of grass.

Even without it, as long as they can perfectly pass the Doomsday Judgment and everyone remains unharmed, Wayne wouldn’t mind relinquishing the top spot to the Queen.

"Thank goodness, I only got involved with Idinis, otherwise it would surely have backfired sooner or later."

As Wayne said these words, the skeletal hand suddenly rose, claws clamping onto Wayne’s wrist right as he tightened his fingers to crush the withered face.

The lively surface concealed tree-bark like wrinkles, without a trace of life.

Wayne finally noticed that the hands, placed on the Divine Throne, had already turned into white bones, yellowed and withered as if they had decayed long ago.

At that moment, Yalien, with a regal presence similar to a queen, sat with closed eyes on the Divine Throne.

Despite having the appearance and figure befitting a Goddess, fierce and venomous, nothing was more notable than this Goddess’s aura.

With sharp arches on her eyebrows, exuding a non-negotiable determination and decisiveness, a luxurious yet solemn green robe, golden hair tied high up, revealing her slender and fair jade-like neck.

In every aspect, from looks, physique to aura, she exuded absolute elegance, a kind of aggression oppressive to fellow women and disdainful towards men, even with her eyes closed and lips sealed, her presence screamed...

This woman looks so annoying!

However, Wayne, possibly due to having heard too much negativity about Yalien, found his initial impression to be ordinary, with the words ’not to be messed with’ surfacing in his mind. He didn’t have much time to think as he leapt into the air, clasping Yalien’s alabaster-like delicate face.

Foamy liquid surged, pouring into her nostrils, eyes, and ears, activating full force, aiming to transform her into his retainer in the shortest time.

But soon, Wayne discovered something unusual; this body was already dead.

There was no trace of life inside, entirely void of any sign of thought.

As the foam undulated, this shell offered no response, indifferent as if to say, "Do as you please, I’ll just lie here, moving an inch would mean I lose."

Wayne stared in disbelief at the Sleeping Beauty before him, his fingers suddenly clenched tight, crushing her decaying face like rotten wood.

The vibrant exterior was no more; underneath was all shriveled like tree bark, with no signs of life whatsoever.

Wayne only then noticed Yalien’s hands placed on the Divine Throne had turned to bare bones, yellow and withered, as if they had long since decayed.

"No matter, it’s still in time, even if she becomes the Life Goddess, if we all rush at once, she might not be able to kill us all," Wayne said quickly as he rushed toward the hall of the Divine Throne, not forgetting to make a joke amidst the tense atmosphere.

He didn’t need the four Goddesses to make a move; he was confident in taking on Yalien alone, even if she successfully advanced!

The effect was mediocre; Wayne saw intense jealousy in the eyes of Idinis and the other three, mixed with displeasure, loathing, and other emotions, which made him roll his eyes, feeling that these Goddesses were too difficult to deal with.

Good thing he only got involved with Idinis; otherwise, he would have hit a dead end sooner or later.

The Divine Throne was grand and magnificent, constructed of pure crystal and ancient rock, one half embedded with emerald gemstones that emitted the light of life; the other half was dull metal reflecting the somber contemplation of death.

The very center of the entire temple, and the highest point of the Origin of Life, the natural Divine Throne hovered amidst the alternation of gray and green.

Yalien, exuding an aura of dominion akin to a queen, sat with her eyes closed on the Divine Throne.

Her appearance was of divine caliber, her physique befitting a goddess, fierce and vicious, there’s nothing more to describe, but the most striking part was the aura of this goddess.

Her sharp eyebrows emanated an undeniable firmness and decisiveness; her green robe was splendid yet dignified, with golden hair piled high revealing a long, slender, fair neck.

Every aspect of her appearance, figure, and aura was exquisitely elegant, extremely aggressive towards the same sex and scornful to the opposite sex, making people feel...

This woman looks so annoying!

Perhaps he had heard too much negativity about Yalien, Wayne’s first impression was mediocre, and the words ’better not provoke her’ popped into his mind. He didn’t have time to think much as he leapt into the air, his five fingers locking onto Yalien’s delicate face like mutton fat jade.

Pearly foam rushed in, flooding Yalien’s nose, mouth, eyes, and ears, generating full power, aiming to turn her into a retainer in the shortest possible time.

But soon, Wayne discovered something unusual: this body was already dead.

There was no trace of life within, empty and devoid of conscious presence.

As the foam undulated, this shell offered no response; do as you wish, I lie here, losing if I move.

Wayne’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the sleeping beauty before him, his fingers suddenly clenched, shattering the withered face like decaying wood.

The vibrant appearance was gone; underneath was withered like tree bark, with no trace of life whatsoever.

Wayne only then noticed that Yalien’s hands, laid on the Divine Throne, had become white bones, yellowed and withered, as if they’d already wilted long ago.

"No way, this kind of ending is too absurd..."

Wayne turned stiffly, having imagined many scenarios of what would happen after meeting Yalien, from the most outlandish love at first sight to the inevitable intense brawl — he had considered them all.

Except for Yalien being dead, that was not within his expectations.

I’ve seen almost everything (✗)

This kind of development is indeed a first (✓)

Wayne was left speechless as he gazed at the Sleeping Beauty before him, his five fingers tightened abruptly, crushing her decayed face like rotten wood.

Fortunately, it was only with Idinis, otherwise, it would have probably backfired sooner or later.

At this moment, the bony hand suddenly lifted, clamping down on Wayne’s wrist with bone claws.

"What are you doing, Plague Knight?"