No matter how Fang Cheng looked at her, Eve seemed like a real person. He still couldn't tell whether she was a lifelike doll made by Isis or a vampire who accompanied her.
Fang Cheng asked curiously, "Are you a vampire, or a dummy made by Isis?"
Eve smiled and answered respectfully, "I am Lady Isis's servant. You need not treat me as a person or concern yourself with my feelings."
Good grief. Was she telling him not to treat her like a person, or not to act like one himself?
With things coming to a head, Fang Cheng had no choice.
There was no day or night in the Evil God's domain, nor did time flow there.
He had no idea how much time had passed.
Eve had completed her historic mission and vanished completely, while Fang Cheng himself had been utterly transformed.
He had fully entered the state of Sage Time. Even when he looked at the sun, it appeared green.
Physically, he was fine, but mentally he had reached the sage-like state of a tranquil mind, unmoved by even the fiercest storm.
Like a monk who had attained enlightenment, he walked slowly toward the pavilion.
As he drew closer, the desire in Fang Cheng's chest nearly set his body ablaze, yet his mind remained peaceful and serene, like a salted fish left to dry in the sun.
No matter how the wind and rain beat down on it, it wouldn't swim again.
As he approached the pavilion, Fang Cheng finally saw Izanae's true form.
The appearance of a god truly defied description. A single glance was enough to make anyone lose themselves completely.
Fang Cheng felt as if he were about to burn up. His skin turned red and feverish, and desire surged through him in wave