Upper Ruins.
In a deep, secluded underground cavern.
The ground was covered with Astral God Origins of the Huan Tian Godfolk, gleaming with glass-like radiance, turning this gloomy cavern into a white sea of stars.
At the very heart of this white sea of stars sat a woman with ink-black hair, cross-legged. She seemed to be doing nothing, yet the surrounding Astral God Origins revolved around her before gradually dissolving, slowly turning into a torrent of Illusory Gods that poured into her boundless Eonic God body.
Strands of Heavenly Soul Order let out low, mournful cries as they were drawn in and swallowed by the power of her Order.
Her Order was called "Emotion."
And emotion seemed to encompass everything.
The countless Illusory Gods were like a dazzling sea of flowers clustered around her, becoming part of her. She became a lifeform shrouded in radiance.
Within the glow, her eyes were closed, yet her delicate brows were faintly furrowed.
"Big sisters, why are you all so sad..."
Weisheng Moran parted her red lips slightly, as though speaking to herself.
Then her expression and tone changed. In a resentful voice, she said, "Little brother only cares about her, abandoning us."
"We are merely his toys..."
"He has never loved us."
"Just toys."
She murmured, her gaze somewhat lost.
This fused body belonged to every one of them. Even though Weisheng Moran held the dominant position, they all had a share in it.
"Why would you think that? He has already treated us very well. If not for him, we would have had no future back in the Land of Order. Besides, Ling'er was originally the first person he loved most. We only came later..."
Weisheng Moran spoke softly, but she was quickly interrupted.
"He merely thinks we are useful."
Hearing that,