The Venerable Elder wandered through the greenhouse in amazement, lifting a swaddled infant and discovering that the faint gray-black discoloration had completely faded, leaving only pure white.
Under Shao Siming's blessing, the mixed Source Matter was purified once more through the ritual's refinement. Even the young serpentfolk who had developed slight deformities returned to normal.
Huai Shi himself felt refreshed. The oppressive state brought on by days of bitter fighting, along with the tiny wounds in his soul, had vanished completely.
He had also gained a new understanding of controlling divinity.
Embarrassingly, this blessing ritual for young children was something utterly routine for Shao Siming—practically an industry by now—yet this was the first time he had used it.
He had never experienced anything like it before.
But once he came back to his senses, he could not help thinking: Shao Siming's blessing was equivalent to baptism, so... did that mean he had just become the godfather of several hundred serpentfolk?
In other words, the moment these serpentfolk hatchlings were born, they became unofficial believers of the Bahamut Cult?
In his daze, his hand twitched unconsciously, as though he sensed an approving gaze cast from the abyss, laden with profound meaning.
Then, a flash of azure light appeared above his head.
The shifting radiance condensed into the phantom of a scale before vanishing again.
"What was that?"
Huai Shi looked up in astonishment. Before he could make it out, he heard the ceaseless sound of people kneeling and kowtowing.
The greenhouse fell silent. Every serpentfolk had prostrated themselves on the ground in devout worship. Huai Shi nearly jumped in fright. "What's going on?"
"It is a blessing, Lord Huai Shi!"
The Venerable Elder kowtowed in wild delight, staring at Huai Shi so hard that her eyes nearly bulged out. "You have