The Possibility of Two Gods Coexisting

"Creak—"

A long, slightly dry sound shattered the silence around the God Realm bedchamber.

The ornate, gilded doors of the bedchamber slowly opened from within. Nan Fusheng stood before them with his hands behind his back, the morning light outlining his tall figure. An indescribable ease and satisfaction rested between his brows, while his steady aura carried a faint but unmistakable dominance.

He glanced back at the scene inside the bedchamber, a meaningful curve lifting at the corner of his lips before he stepped outside. Behind him, the heavy palace doors gradually closed, leaving only a narrowing gap.

Through that not-yet-closed crack, one could glimpse the utmost luxury within. The floor, paved with the God Realm's finest jade, was polished like a mirror. Luminous pearls embedded in the walls cast a gentle glow, making the chamber as bright as day.

And upon the broad white jade bed, large enough to hold several people, the Nine-Colored Goddess slept peacefully.

Only a thin, snow-white silk blanket, light as cicada wings, lay casually over her. Her long hair, usually meticulously arranged and adorned with seven-colored gleams, now spilled across the pillow like a waterfall, with several mischievous strands resting beside her delicate cheeks.

Most conspicuous of all was her slightly swollen belly. Even beneath the silk blanket, its rounded curve was clearly visible, forming a stark contrast to her normally slender, graceful figure.

This goddess, renowned throughout the God Realm for her "luxury," had shed all her radiance and dignity at this moment, sleeping like an ordinary woman.

Ning Rongrong's brows were faintly furrowed in her sleep. Her soft pink lips moved constantly as she murmured in a sleepy, barely perceptible tone of grievance, "I can't eat anymore... Xiao Ao, I really can't eat anymore..."

Her voice carried the pleading tone of a