Sha Xinyue wore a faint smile, moonlight shimmering around her like rippling water. Vast divine power roamed restlessly through her body, while incomparably pure divine essence continuously settled within her, transforming her physique at an unbelievable speed and sending the strength and resilience of her flesh soaring.
The fluctuations of her soul became utterly strange—serene as water, tranquil as fireflies silently drifting beneath the moonlight on a summer night.
Yet within those crystal-like, seemingly frozen soul fluctuations, peculiar thoughts continually surfaced—Praise my god, my god is great, the supreme Moon Goddess possesses boundless power, and all believers take pride in the Moon Goddess.
Sha Xinyue smiled. The surface consciousness of her soul was tightly connected to an unimaginably powerful soul in the void. That soul, sunk in slumber yet partially awake, greatly appreciated the devotion displayed by Sha Xinyue's surface consciousness. Generously, it bestowed its power upon her, allowing her to fight with that power and absorb this wondrous divine strength to elevate herself.
Beneath the surface consciousness of her soul, at the core of that deep sea of soul, Sha Xinyue's true consciousness was proudly sneering up at the sky:
How boring. These slumbering gods are just like the Desert God—far too easy to fool. This old lady has casually conned another god's favor. Mm, I'm definitely Saintess material! Oh ho ho ho ho! How many years has it been since a Saintess or Holy Son emerged from the Moon God Temple, that absurdly obscure little temple on the fringes of the Church? Even if I don't want to rise, I won't be able to stop myself!
When Sha Xinyue parted ways with Lin Qi in Port Vias, she had smugly disguised herself as Luna Moon, the daughter of a ruined minor merchant. She had intended to use that