At this mont, this powerful and weird God was suspended in mid-air, her peculiar eyes observing the world with an elegant and dignified deanor.
The corners of Her mouth curled into an indifferent smile, tinged with mockery.
Just then, Ireta suddenly sensed a faint movent around her, her pupils constricting sharply before she let out her most piercing shriek with all her might, "Don’t look!"
The sound, like waves, spread across the ground.
Regrettably, Ireta’s voice still ca too late.
The pit where the Evil God’s limb lay was simply too vast; the four won were positioned at the north, south, east, and west of it, and the voice needed ti to propagate that distance.
Almost the mont Ireta had emitted that scream, the others—in the other three directions—Florence, Inas, and even Antasia who was slightly slower, all lifted their heads.
Curiosity.
It had nothing to do with stupidity; it was an innate human curiosity.
Faced with such a sudden change, they instinctively wanted to know what was happening on this side.
However, just as they barely lifted their heads, the sound of three simultaneous cries of agony arose.
Mortals should not glimpse at Gods.
Even a distant glimpse had already brought the three won an unprecedented shock.
Suddenly, all three won felt a warmth in their eyes, streaming down two trails of blood as if they were tears.
Weird and sinister voices began to ring in their ears, akin to the roaring of a man exerting his full Strength, or the impassioned shrieks of a woman, sotis a deep gasp, and at other tis suppressed moans.
Then it would transform into a cacophony filled with corruption, sothing terrible or even indescribable by language.
The bodies of the three won burned with heat; desire was taking root.
Yet their souls were also seized by extre agony.
Desire and pain tortured the bodies of the three won simultaneously, causing their bodies to convulse uncontrollably.
Ireta, who had half-stepped into the Demigod Realm, was barely holding on, but Florence, Inas, and Antasia had no such ability.
On their faces, the backs of their hands, their necks, their collarbones... every visible part of their skin began to present inch-by-inch cracks.
Within those cracks, tiny worms of purple, pink, and black seed to wriggle.
What’s more, a series of weird marks, like the frost flowers on a winter window, followed by a sound like cracking ice, spread all over the bodies of the three won.
This was the consequence of glimpsing a true God, a tornt that even the Great Sage, even Level 90 beings, could not withstand.
Screams and painful groans resonated amidst the chaos.
While Ireta’s condition was not as dire, purple and pink threads were rapidly spreading across her body, climbing up her slender neck, and over her tender cheeks, rendering that face ever more enchantingly sinister and beautiful.
Ireta could tolerate the pain, but what she truly found unbearable was the desire emanating from the deepest part of her body, even from her soul.
Her body had beco scorching hot, and her consciousness was almost completely filled with desire; she yearned for the opposite sex, she longed for an embrace, a kiss, a lover to fill her emptiness.
This was the supre Authority of the Lord of Pleasure.
The mont they glimpsed the Lord of Pleasure, Ireta, Antasia, Florence, and Inas were all affected by the Authority; desire was torturing their will, interfering with, and even influencing their souls.
In fact, perhaps they should be grateful that it was the Lord of Desire they had glimpsed.
If it had been the God of Blood, Darkness, and Death, their bodies might have shattered in an instant.
Fear filled the hearts of all four won; no one knew what they might beco under the erosion and influence of the Authority of desire.
Would they beco like those won of the Blissful Witch Association who were imrsed in desire and indulgence?
No.
For these proud won, becoming like that was a fate worse than death.
Unbeknownst to them, the muffled groans of pain around them had gradually turned into a slightly weird moan.
Relying on mortal will to resist the encroachnt of the Lord of Pleasure was indeed too difficult.
This ability didn’t require much effort for the Lord of Pleasure to expand his followers; this place was scarcely visited by glacier people. If this phenonon occurred in human-populated areas, it could turn an entire city into a grand, decadent, and indulgent party within minutes.
Countless lives would be hopelessly imrsed in this grand festivity, pursuing increasingly corrupt pleasures.
At that mont, the eyes of the Lord of Pleasure in the sky - weird, enchanting, and as beautiful as gemstones - casually swept over the four won... but clearly, He was not very interested in these four.
These insignificant insects were not worth His attention.
If He were in a good mood, He wouldn’t mind letting these comparatively beautiful insects experience what the most perfect pleasures in this world were like.
But now, He had serious matters to attend to.
The arm on the female half of His body slowly lifted, gently covering His lips as He yawned.
Speaking of which, how many years had it been since He had road the Void?
Ever since He was exiled by so damned bastards on that azure planet, He had been wandering through the starry sky, and only God knew what had beco of that planet. It seed like a world without any extraordinary abilities, yet it was crawling with freaks.
For that planet, the Lord of Pleasure only had extrely unpleasant mories; He didn’t want to return there under any circumstances... although, if things had gone well, that planet might have developed billions of devotees.
A thousand years ago, the god war of the Sky Do Continent took place.
They, the seven of them, had also remained in the Void.
This was the first ti after an eternity that they had entered a real Main World, and the feeling was quite odd and nostalgic.
Although the world’s rules compressed and weakened His Strength so, this sensation was truly too comfortable.
Moreover, as long as the connection between Himself and the Void remained, He could resist the suppression of the world’s rules to a certain extent; the impact was not very significant.
If He didn’t have a very important mission to accomplish, He would have liked to linger in this world for a bit longer... Not too long, but just one day would be enough to convert all beings in this world into His believers, whether they were demons, humans, or even beasts.
To imrse this world in indulgence and Desire would be the perfect paradise.
Ah, the scent of Desire, truly intoxicating.
The Lord of Pleasure sighed internally.
He felt a pang of regret as the rejection from this world grew stronger with ti, which was genuinely an unpleasant feeling.
His gaze eventually turned to the position directly in front of Him.
The first thing that greeted His eyes was a torso of alarming magnitude.
His heart trembled slightly, as if there were countless tiny fuzzy insects squirming on His back.
It was a sensation that had never disappeared since His birth, the feeling of a child encountering his old father... The word ’father’ certainly didn’t an anything warm to the Lord of Pleasure.
The complete torso, now only half remained; the other half had been devoured by Qin Chu. Perhaps it was already reassembling inside this man’s body.
Fortunately, He wasn’t too late.
Qin Chu seed to be unaffected, though Qin Chu’s Strength likely wasn’t greater than that of the Daughter of Death, Ireta.
But on the surface of Qin Chu’s body, innurable green sprouts wrapped around him like vines, densely entwined.
The green tender leaves gently swayed, sending out ripples.
The oppression and Authority brought by the Lord of Pleasure were dispersed by the waves released by the tender leaves, unable to corrupt Qin Chu. At this mont, Qin Chu was still attempting to break through to the Demigod Realm, completely unaffected by the external commotion.
Seeing Qin Chu’s state, the Lord of Pleasure wasn’t angry; He even appeared sowhat content:
"Earth Mother Goddess Oni Benar?"
"It turns out you aren’t entirely dead?"
"This is truly an unexpected delight!"
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