The Possibility of Two Gods Coexisting

"Creak—"

A long, slightly dry sound shattered the silence around the God Realm Bedchamber.

The ornate gilded doors of the bedchamber slowly opened from within. Nan Fusheng stood before them with his hands behind his back, the morning light outlining his upright figure. An indescribable ease and satisfaction rested between his brows, while his calm aura faintly carried an unmistakable dominance.

He glanced back at the scene inside the bedchamber, a meaningful curve touching his lips before he stepped outside. Behind him, the heavy palace doors gradually closed, leaving only a narrowing gap.

Through that not-yet-closed crack, one could glimpse the extravagant furnishings within. The floor, paved with the finest jade from the God Realm, gleamed like a mirror. Night-luminescent pearls embedded in the walls radiated a soft glow, illuminating the room as brightly as day.

And upon the broad white jade bed, large enough to hold several people, the Nine-Colored Goddess slept peacefully.

Only a thin, snow-white silk blanket covered her body. Her long hair, usually groomed impeccably and adorned with seven-colored shimmering light, now cascaded across the pillow like a waterfall, with several mischievous strands hanging beside her delicate cheeks.

Most eye-catching of all was her slightly swollen abdomen. Even through the silk blanket, its rounded curve was clearly visible, forming a stark contrast to her usually slender, graceful figure.

This goddess, renowned throughout the God Realm for her "luxury," had shed all her splendor and dignity at this moment, sleeping like an ordinary woman.

Ning Rongrong's brows were slightly furrowed in her sleep. Her pink lips moved continuously as she murmured in a drowsy, faintly aggrieved voice, "I can't eat anymore... Little Ao, I really can't eat anymore..."

Her tone carried a childlike plea, as though she were resisting something. "Milk Ice Cream Banana... is delicious... but...