The Possibility of Two Gods Coexisting

"Creak—"

A long, slightly dry sound cut through the stillness surrounding the God Realm Bedchamber.

The ornate, gilded bedchamber doors slowly opened from within. Nan Fusheng stood before them with his hands behind his back, the morning light outlining his upright figure. His brow carried an indescribable ease and satisfaction, while his steady aura faintly exuded an unmistakable dominance.

He glanced back at the scene inside the bedchamber, the corner of his lips curling into a meaningful smile before he stepped outside. Behind him, the heavy palace doors left only a gradually closing gap.

Through that not-yet-fully-closed crack, one could glimpse the lavish furnishings within. The floor, paved with the finest jade from the God Realm, was polished like a mirror. Night pearls embedded in the walls gave off a soft glow, illuminating the room as brightly as day.

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

Only a thin, snow-white silk quilt, light as cicada wings, was carelessly draped over her body. Her long hair, usually groomed with meticulous care and adorned with seven-colored gleams, now cascaded across the pillow. A few mischievous strands hung beside her delicate cheeks.

Most eye-catching of all was her slightly swollen lower belly. Even through the silk quilt, its rounded curve was clearly visible, forming a stark contrast with her normally slender and graceful figure.

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

Ning Rongrong's brows were faintly furrowed in her sleep. Her rosy lips kept moving as she murmured in fragments, her voice thick with drowsiness and a trace of barely perceptible grievance. "I can't eat anymore... Little Ao, I really can't eat anymore..."

Her