Even a rotten ship had a few nails left in it, let alone a cult that had nearly succeeded in ascending to godhood.
Lu PingAn had never underestimated Chris. There had been far too much luck in his victory. The higher he climbed, the more he realized that Chris's strength back then had been absurdly outrageous.
Leaving everything else aside, the fact that she had measured herself against the Maiden of the Forest and was still alive and well showed just how much confidence and power she possessed.
"She was crazy, but she had the capital to be crazy. According to her evolutionary blueprint, whether she truly became the 'Mother Tree' or devoured dozens of her own 'possibilities' to become the 'one and only,' she would not have been an ordinary deity."
How could the fall of such an existence possibly fail to stir up waves? How could it possibly fail to leave behind countless inheritances and troubles?
"...Your Excellency Barn, I should have been the one to visit you. I truly didn't expect you to come looking for me first."
Though he used honorifics, there was not the slightest trace of respect in Lu PingAn's tone.
He was wary of the man before him for a simple, straightforward reason: this was an eighth-rank being, the former regional bishop and spokesperson of the Mother Goddess Church.
"You flatter me. Of course I should be the one visiting you. The two Princesses are both under your command, correct? I wonder if I might have the chance to pay respects to the Mother Goddess."
"Her? She's dead. Completely dead."
"I see."
The elderly gentleman on the other sofa had a head full of silver hair, yet his title during his active years had been the clichéd "World Devourer." Considering that era had