The God Realm was not much different from the Douluo Continent. It was merely more suitable for cultivation, but gods could barely feel the difference.
The Goddess of Life was such a good person, Ming Sui marveled. She had been sent directly to a secluded, deserted place with extremely high safety. After swiftly surveying the surroundings, she let out a long breath.
Were they all separated, or was she the only one outside? Ming Sui thought for a moment and tried using her Storage Spirit Tool. Oh? It actually worked. She then took out the communication device and infused it with Soul Power, but there was no response.
Then I can only rely on you, Golden Rope.
Ming Sui looked at the short piece of rope she had untied. Slowly pouring Soul Power into it, the curved Golden Rope gradually straightened, floated into the air, and pointed in one direction.
The nearest segment was over there.
She put away the Golden Rope, readied her weapon, and set off in the indicated direction.
Meanwhile, after finishing her work, the Goddess of Life returned to her divine temple, where the Asura God was already seated and waiting for her.
"You're making me work for you again?"
"Isn't there payment for it?" The Asura God pointed at the box on the table.
The Goddess of Life sat down. The Asura God eagerly brought her a cup, then picked up the feather fan she had casually left on the small table and began gently fanning her.
"I'd like to see what trick you're playing this time. Hmph." Her slender hand casually opened the box. "Hmm?"
The Asura God watched the uncertainty in the Goddess of Life's eyes. "What, aren't you satisfied?"
"You... this is?"
"That Angel fellow's descendant is going to inherit his position.