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"What a beautiful and peaceful land," Nian Nian remarked after exploring the area for a while. Then, she added with a hint of sarcasm, "But the people here are so rigid. Every sentence they speak has to include phrases like 'beautiful,' 'sacred,' or 'mighty Eternal Angel.' Isn't that exhausting?"
"For outsiders like us, it might seem odd," Tang San replied, understanding the cultural nuances. "But for the winged people, this way of speaking is second nature, deeply ingrained in their souls." He didn't plan on changing the way things were in Sky City. Aside from their unwavering devotion to the Eternal Angel, the winged people lived their lives in relative freedom. This devotion was simply the essence of their existence.
What piqued Tang San's curiosity more was the unique transcendent organ within the winged people's wings—an organ that allowed them to avoid conventional eating altogether.
Fasting.
Tang San himself had mastered this ability. With his cultivation levels, his physical body had undergone a transformation, and the cells in his body had evolved to absorb the world's natural energies.
However, the winged people's ability to absorb light directly was different. While the Blue Silver Emperor had a similar function, it required an energy conversion process, unlike the winged people's more efficient and straightforward method.
Tang San even entertained the idea of creating a "Human Body Art Research Institute" under the pretense of studying art, but in reality, it would be to investigate the core organs in the wings of the winged people. Before he could delve further into his plans, a brilliant, nine-colored halo appeared above Sky City. It was quickly followed by a white pillar of light that pierced the sky and earth.
The light column wasn't very wide, only about ten meters in diameter, and it appeared just fifty meters in front of Tang San. Interestingly, it contained no elemental energy.
After about three seconds, the light slowly faded, revealing a figure suspended in mid-air.
Cries of awe erupted from the winged people: "The Eternal Angel!"
It was a woman with a tall, elegant figure, and twelve wings spread out behind her.
The winged people fell to their knees, bowing deeply, not daring to gaze directly at her. Her presence was majestic, carrying an innate pride as if she were a ruler born from the stars.
Holy and magnificent.
The twelve wings behind her were pure white, shimmering faintly under the sunlight, exuding a pristine aura that could not be desecrated.
Most striking was the way her lower wings hung like a skirt around her waist—simple yet lavish, perfectly fitting her lower body. Not a bit more, not a bit less.
Her golden hair and eyes shone brilliantly, though there was no visible radiance emanating from her.
In her right hand, she held a long, white staff. Though the staff was void of any gemstones, the Electrolux in Tang San's upper dantian stirred at the sight of it, as if what he saw wasn't a staff, but the sun, moon, and stars themselves.
Tang San also sensed the celestial power within the staff, but that didn't stop him from asking a rather inappropriate question: "So... you're using your wings as a skirt... does that mean you're naked?"
The Eternal Angel paused, then laughed softly. "I thought you had a sense of humor, but I may have underestimated you. Still, I'll answer your question. Yes, I'm not wearing anything. In ancient times, clothing wasn't a thing, and the most perfect state is a pure, unblemished body."
"You realize your followers might misunderstand you now. Who knows, you might inspire a bunch of streakers," Tang San teased.
The Eternal Angel gracefully dodged the topic and instead extended an invitation. "Why don't we head to my place for a chat?"
"Sure," Tang San agreed, realizing that the Eternal Angel likely didn't want him causing any trouble in Sky City. He didn't plan to waste too much time here anyway.
After all, a complete world still needs a corresponding religion.
Following the Eternal Angel upward through the skies, it wasn't long before Tang San found himself standing in a garden. The flowers were predominantly white, and beside them was a small pond and a modest house.
The house itself wasn't tall, only about ten meters high. Its roof was decorated with cloud-like ornaments that swayed and danced with the wind, constantly in motion.
Meng Meng and Nian Nian were surprised—never in their wildest imaginations had they expected the Eternal Angel to live in such a place. While it was serene and tranquil, it was also much simpler compared to the grand Sky City below.
"Easton King lives in a cave, the Sacred Dragon in the mountains, and the Eternal Angel lives in a house. I guess that's an improvement," Meng Meng quipped, having grown accustomed to the various landscapes she'd seen while traveling with Tang San.
"Well, you have to keep up with the times," the Eternal Angel chuckled.
"Not bad," Tang San mused as he took in the surroundings. He was a little surprised that the Eternal Angel used phrases like "keep up with the times."
It seemed, despite her divine status, she was still quite human in many ways.
However, this place likely hasn't been updated for over ten thousand years... The Eternal Angel's idea of "keeping up with the times" seems rather limited.
The Eternal Angel invited Tang San, Meng Meng, and Nian Nian into her small house. The interior wasn't some vast, magical space—it was just as small as it appeared from the outside.
After serving tea to the three, the Eternal Angel spoke, "I've heard about the events in Easton Forest and Holy Dragon Island, especially regarding the Holy Dragon. Two days ago, it was gravely injured by your disciple, Peter Jack Tress Griffinell... That said, the Creator God's second trial for you was clearly over. So why did you still go to Holy Dragon Island?"
"I wanted to explore the Eternal Domain, to understand it more thoroughly. As for the trials, there's no rush. Even if I don't claim the Eternal and Creator God Thrones, it won't matter much. Over the years I've spent in the Eternal Domain, I've gained a lot."
"A deeper understanding of natural forces…"
"Better application of my bloodline powers…"
"And after investigating the wings of the winged people, I've come up with a few initial ideas…"
Tang San took a sip of the silver-colored tea, sensing its faint sweetness and the celestial energy within it. He continued explaining his gains in the Eternal Domain, "And this tea is quite good."
"Is that so? It seems you're speaking the truth. Even if you don't inherit the Creator God position, you might still surpass the Creator in the future," the Eternal Angel nodded. She didn't fully grasp the specifics of Tang San's improvements, but she could tell he had become far more powerful than before he entered the Eternal Domain.
The reason she invited Tang San was to gauge his strength and to assess the odds of victory if the Eternal Domain, with her, the Sacred Dragon, and the Easton King united forces against him.
Even though no battle had begun, she could feel the intense, deeply restrained energy within Tang San.
Their chances of victory were only fifty-fifty.
Either they'd win.
Or they'd lose.
But for the Master of Eternity, a mere fifty percent meant having no certainty at all…
(End of Chapter)