Although the mysterious lady looked quite disdainful of Silver Baron,
she still accompanied him on a tour around the Cold Wind Fortress.
Of course, this was also because the mysterious lady knew that Silver Baron’s visit was not as simple as he claid, "to see how the local business developnt is."
If Silver Baron wanted to achieve this effect, he didn’t need to see it for himself. His divine role would directly tell Silver Baron everything he needed to know and wanted to know.
The deities, in their own domains, have superuser-like privileges: search, query, surveillance, prohibition—they are the managers of this world.
The reason why gods have not beco ultimate tyrants, fully controlling this world...part of the reason is the constraints of the "Creation Ritual: The Calendar System," and another part is because the power of deities is extrely divided...allowing each deity to control only their own domain.
Those Transcendents who can stigmatize souls all possess their own strong desires. How could they possibly revert to being ordinary mortals after ascending to godhood following this path?
After Silver Baron finished his round, the permanent professional smile on his face beca more self-satisfied.
The mysterious lady couldn’t help but ask, "What did you find?"
"Annan told another thing,"
Silver Baron answered irrelevantly, "A small, easily overlooked detail.
"Annan’s painter friend once ntioned, ’The people throughout the province of Saint Felix are particularly mild-mannered.’ Of course, his ’entire province of Saint Felix’ actually refers only to Rafaelo Santi and that Earl Felix.
"They deceived him from Noah—I think ’deceived’ is the right word. After all, their goal was to make that poor child paint that perceivable, incomprehensible, indescribable ’ultimate beauty,’ ’Infinite Light.’"
"Even if she lost her other divine roles, only retaining the na Charioteer, it’s not sothing a mortal can depict."
The mysterious lady sighed, "Poor child. In order to paint this picture, his artistic passion must have been completely drained. From now on, he will never be able to pick up a paintbrush again—fearing that as soon as he does, that ’light’ belonging to her will flash before his eyes. Even if he tries hard to pick up the paintbrush, he would probably only be able to paint one indescribable ball of light after another."
"On the other hand, he has already acquired the talents of a Transcendent and a Ritualist—grasping ’Genesis’-level knowledge, even if only fragnts; and having been in close contact with the divinity, experiencing her aura... His soul must have already been penetrated by the light, transford into sothing other.
Silver Baron, however, was quite optimistic: "If the information he gave to Annan wasn’t exaggerated, that level of mystical contact could even allow him to adapt to the elents of ’glory’ and ’beauty,’ at least up to silver. As long as he can reignite his desires, he can advance to Gold.
"This is far more promising than becoming a painter, right? Moreover, as long as he becos a silver-tier Transcendent or a Ritualist capable of using the influence of glory, he can manage the ’overflowing light,’ and then he can paint again.
"In this sense, his friend didn’t deceive him. This is indeed a very generous reward—wasn’t he hoping to beco a Transcendent or a Ritualist? Just right, this can also be regarded as a turning point of his destiny."
"—The premise is, he really can step out from his fascination imrsed in the radiance."
Faceless Poet said with a chuckle, "I think he will go mad."
Silver Baron was always so optimistic.
In facing anything, he always first considers what can be gained, what can be obtained, ignoring the difficulties, pains, and risks along the way. Whether it’s about himself or others.
"Alright. If you don’t like to hear it, I won’t say it anymore."
Silver Baron didn’t take Faceless Poet’s cold response seriously: "In any case, I’ve investigated around—You saw the result. That information was wrong."
"Hmm, the people in this city are all very normal."
The mysterious lady nodded.
Although she had not paid attention in this direction previously.
But what she is now using is not the indescribable body that Goddess of Cup dug out in those days and was shaped by the night.
Her original body wrapped in darkness has already been dissolved by the Springs of Light Realm, and the one she uses now is also a standard divine body. Whenever she wants, she can recall past mories and knowledge—the divine body has no such thing as a lifespan, naturally there are no mory limits, thus naturally "does not forget."
With a bit of recollection, she could clearly search the expressions of those passersby.
"At most, at most, one could only say they have a ’very normal temperant,’ definitely not mild. Just like any other Winter people."
The mysterious lady added.
Silver Baron nodded, "That is to say, the reason that created this misunderstanding for that child...can only be related to those two ’superiors’ he encountered. Or rather, to all the people he t in Furnace Mountain.
"Anyone who enters Furnace Mountain becos milder in temper. Does this remind you of anything?"
"...Not only does it remind of sothing, I also want to ask you sothing."
Hearing this, the mysterious lady’s expression turned serious: "Do you know where Annan’s ’system’ cos from?"
"I know... It’s made from her remnants. Faceless Poet told —Or rather, you should be glad she told ."
Silver Baron slowly nodded: "That’s why I didn’t let Annan co here."
"That’s why I ca along,"
Faceless Poet said with a beaming smile: "Otherwise, wouldn’t I be annoyed staying ho doing nothing every day? It’s just because it involved little Annan."
"Goddess of Purity’s power..."
The mysterious lady murmured.
The silver-haired girl furrowed her brows, "It shouldn’t be. I rember Miss Haoyun should have handled it."
—Today’s Transcendents may wonder, why does the legendary "Charioteer" have the ability to freely enter the Light Realm, yet does not equip herself with any divine role?
Actually, Charioteer did possess divine roles other than "Charioteer," and more than one. But those powers had disintegrated with her death...until the world can regenerate that power.
She was once the [Goddess of Beauty], the [Moon Goddess], the [God of Destiny].
And she was also the [Goddess of Purity].
It was her death, with the collapse of the concept of [Purity], that led to the birth of the first [Corrupted One].
The dragon of corruption, Ash.
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