The Pillar God's Descent

" Iver." The moment the words left his mouth, the Ritual Room suddenly fell silent.

All the Cardinal Bishops exchanged glances, but no one chose to speak at once.

Still, several Cardinal Bishops closed their eyes.

As the Path Crystals on their bodies lit up, those Cardinal Bishops opened their eyes once more. An increasingly intense, profound, and mysterious atmosphere gradually filled the Ritual Room.

"—As you invited me, Kunpeng, I have come."

Cyril Cardinal's expression suddenly changed, turning cold.

He opened his eyes, and his pupils became an eerie amethyst. Slit pupils of flame, like a serpent's, burned fiercely at their centers.

"How long has it been since we last gathered like this?"

A girl with long, pure-white hair and an air as cold as snow spoke with a bright smile.

Earlier, she had been aloof and silent, so quiet that she looked like a lifeless sculpture. Her hair, as sharply severed as if by a single slash, gave her a silent, cutting edge.

Now, however, her pupils had turned glossy like mirrors, while her temperament had instead grown lively.

She clasped her hands together, an innocent, radiant smile on her face. "This is a rare opportunity. Why don't I paint a picture for everyone?"

There was no doubt that Twin Mirrors had descended into her body.

Just then, another woman nearby, with long brown, wavy hair and a laurel wreath on her head, suddenly leaned over.

Her originally deep-blue pupils quietly turned blood-red. She grabbed Twin Mirrors by the face, ran her fingers over Twin Mirrors' cheek, and caught her earlobe between her fingers. She then reached out and hugged Twin Mirrors directly, before lowering her head and kissing her deeply without a word.

—The instant Iver saw this, he guessed that she was probably Constant Self.

Twin