Mom!

"We've arrived!" Ansen looked at the place where the Saints had gathered ahead, and couldn't help but feel a little surprised and delighted.

Oh, beautiful girl in the Fairy Tale, someone will eventually cross mountains and Oceans for you, and come to you without hesitation!

Perhaps due to the distance mechanism of the [Judgment Record], when they got close enough to see Mu Hongyuan's Judgment platform through the firelight, the high-altitude Judgment lights and shadows were finally shown to the live broadcast.

Amidst a dense array of torches, a stunningly beautiful woman, her hands bound with straw rope, was forced to lean forward, her body bent at the waist, in a captivating pose.

That was Mu Hongyuan!

She kept her head down, obscuring her expression, as if she had simply given up and lay flat, yet more and more Saints gathered around her.

Hundreds of thousands of Saints surrounded the area, making it impossible for Ansen and his group to squeeze in when they arrived.

"Wow, how come there are so many?" Yun Xiaoxiao exclaimed in surprise.

"The Han Fairy has been hanging there for almost three days. Time here is the same as outside, which means she has conducted three rounds of Judgment, but these Saints have not yet reached a final Judgment."

"Why?" Yun Xiaoxiao, somewhat confused.

It was clear that all Mu Hongyuan needed to do was for any one of the Saints to drop a torch, and he could escape automatically by relying on the Survivor's own consciousness protection barrier and enduring the Holy Fire for a short while.

"You... you see for yourself."

The hundreds of thousands of Saint surrounding the area made it impossible for the two people with one device to see what was happening below the Judgment seat. Fortunately, there was a live broadcast of the [Judgment Record].

Just then, a Saint stepped out from the crowd, holding a torch, intending to Ignite the pile of firewood below the platform.

The Saints followed behind, hoping that many hands make light work.

But he had only taken a few steps when a Saint punched him hard in the face.

"The charges haven't even been read out yet, what do you intend to do to my mother?!"

The Saint, knocked to the ground, instinctively said, "The Lord is our all-knowing and all-powerful Father, our only Father, and therefore also our only Mother!"

"The Lord will not allow you to find new mothers outside the home! Are you disobeying your Lord?!"

The Saints who support Mu Hongyuan are furious:

"You will not be allowed to slander our new mother, nor will you be allowed to distort the Lord's teachings!"

"Mom is Mom! Lord is Lord!"

The Saints who opposed Mu Hongyuan also became enraged and rioted:

"Lord! Lord! Lord!"

The Saints who supported Mu Hongyuan began to roar:

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!"

The sight of hundreds of thousands of people calling for their mothers startled Yun Xiaoxiao, who looked at Ansen somewhat bewildered.

She had never seen anything like it before.

"That's normal. Their emotions have been completely deconstructed by the Holy Fire, and the effect of the Han Fairy's power has been transformed into something akin to god worship. Furthermore, since they are generally not very cultured, they like to project their own secular relationship archetypes onto the Han Fairy." Ansen was quite calm.

Yun Xiaoxiao nodded, now she understood.

According to Jungian Psychology, people who like to call beautiful women "Mom" online are exhibiting a form of Psychological Regression, seeking security from the Great Mother Archetype in the collective unconscious.

The Saints here have been perpetually [psychologically promoted] into a state of pure blankness, and what they are demanding is a [God] with a real, tangible existence.

However, these Saints who call him "Mom" have implicitly replaced the "Lord" in their hearts with Mu Hongyuan.

"No wonder she's a woman who Faith Side the Holy Body." Yun Xiaoxiao clicked her tongue in amazement.

The standoff on the field continued, with the faction with mothers and the faction without mothers engaging in a fierce argument. The faction with mothers roared and refuted like an angry lion, like cavalry protecting their princess, while the faction without mothers was much weaker in comparison, like helpless infantry on the front line of a battlefield.

Finally, the Motherless Saint had just been punched couldn't hold back any longer. As if recalling memories from before his atonement, he shouted:

"Fuck your mother!"

Then, a barrage of Fists came flying in like a volcano.

"Holy shit! You can't talk about my mom!"

"Criticize me first if you want to criticize my mom!"

"If you want to insult my mother, you'll have to insult my corpse first!"

"Please, please don't criticize my mom..."

"What gives you the right...?"

Amidst the chaos, Ye Guanlan climbed onto Ansen's shoulders, pointed a gun at him, and shouted:

"Now's the time! Let's go! It's our turn!"

Yun Xiaoxiao, whose identity was "Horse," hesitated, not wanting to be someone's mount.

Ansen grabbed Yun Xiaoxiao in his hand and began to leap Crossing the crowd.

"Make way! Make way!"

The Consciousness Entity is extremely mysterious and difficult to measure, but the Consciousness Entity of the strong is stronger than that of the weak. Ansen single-handedly overwhelmed nearly ten thousand people, entering and exiting seven times as if entering an empty field, and fought his way to the front of the stage.

"All eyes, look at me!" Ansen shouted loudly as he stood on the Judgment's platform next to Mu Hongyuan.

With a wave of his hand, Ye Guanlan above them unleashed a burst of light that exploded in the air. The Consciousness Entity of numerous powerful beings transformed into a sky full of fireworks, twinkling and sparkling, instantly capturing everyone's attention.

Both the "with mother" and "without mother" factions paused for a moment, but quickly came together in unison.

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!"

"Beauty! Beauty! Beauty!"

A deafening roar erupted, and two opposing voices were locked in battle.

"Everyone shall remain in their original seniority; I shall determine their sins!"

Ansen roared.

The entire hall fell silent instantly. Everyone, whether they were from the "no-mother" faction or the "mother" faction, stared intently at the center of the platform, Jingjing awaiting his grand pronouncements.

My verdict is—not guilty!

Ansen offered no arguments or charges in his defense; he merely provided the final answer!

All the Saints stood Jingjing in place, without making a sound.

No one could be convinced of this result, not even the cavalrymen who supported the "mother's faction."

The reason they have been so reluctant to bring the final Judgment to a close and to hand Mu Hongyuan over to the Holy Fire is not because they believe she is innocent.

Their only reason for resisting was that Mu Hongyuan's appearance had transcended the boundaries of the mortal and Divine Kingdom; it was a unique and exquisite beauty unmatched in the world.

Once tempered by the Holy Fire, and reduced to Vassal of the Gods, this unparalleled beauty, relegated to the subservience of God deities, will fade and lose its luster.

But the reason they didn't let Mu Hongyuan go... was because her sins were too grave.

If someone has a bad temper and Killing every day they open their eyes, even if they live for thousands of years and kill one person a day on average, they would only have killed a few hundred thousand people, which would be considered a minor crime...

She was a being from beyond the heavens, and more than ten million lives had died because of her. Each of these beings carried unimaginable burdens of death, like demons who had created mountains of corpses and seas of blood...

"I have a way to prove her innocence, to prove her Divinity!"

Ansen felt the backlash from the Fairy Tale, his face turning pale, but his words remained perfectly coherent.

"She is [the God] herself!"