The Silverblood Goddesses above the clouds.
Each was a beauty capable of toppling kingdoms.
Their figures were proud and alluring.
Their bearing neared that of immortals.
They possessed faces that could turn all living beings upside down.
All were born high above the clouds.
They were near-perfect existences in the hearts of countless men.
People like them.
And they were being asked to sell their charms.
To serve as bait?
Who could agree to that?
Heaven's Dao was unjust.
People were divided into high and low.
Those blessed with heaven-defying fortune.
Were nearly flawless.
Looks, figure, family background, talent.
There was nothing they lacked.
The goddesses present.
Were deeply blessed by fortune.
Standing above ten billion living beings.
Each possessed peerless elegance.
Like celestial maidens descending into the mortal world.
Even in anger.
They possessed a unique flavor.
"Ladies, the greater picture comes first. The King of Misfortune is cruel by nature, astonishingly powerful, and skilled at defeating enemies one by one. If we do not employ some strategy, how can we kill him?"
"As men, you would actually have women of your own race sell their charms? Is this the breadth of mind and bearing expected of the Peerless Divine Seeds standing at the very summit of our Silverblood Dynasty? We will not go. If someone must go, go yourself!"
"But the King of Misfortune only likes women!"
That man whose mind was as cunning as a demon still wanted to argue his case, using the greater good to pressure the goddesses into submission. Yet who could have expected the women to be so sharp-tongued? They had no intention of yielding at all.
The King of Misfortune's killing power was indeed formidable.
Outwitting him was indeed a sound strategy.
But accordingly.
They would also have to pay the price