Sorry, I Am Not Yet Three Years Old

Naimus's expression shifted slightly, raising his head to look at the bright moon in the sky.

He saw that the moonlight, which had originally poured down like a waterfall, grew even thicker at this moment.

The entire sky resembled an ocean of moonlight, illuminating everything around it with its density.

Naimus instantly became serious, knowing that this layout and incitement of his had drawn out a major target.

He took out the Sword of War, the Saint's Secret Curse on the blade glowing faintly as he prepared to summon at any moment.

"I wonder which member of the Moon God Church you are?" Naimus asked aloud.

"You little fellow from the Church of Precepts are quite interesting." The Moon God priest appeared before Naimus, yet at this moment, he was definitely not the same priest he had encountered previously.

The one before him now radiated moonlight across his entire body, this moonlight covering his form like gauze.

Although it was still a man's body, his posture at this moment approached that of a woman.

"You may call me the Moon Halo Holy Mother," the priest said, looking Naimus up and down, her eyes filled with admiration. "Your body possesses exceptionally compatible Holy Power. Given such historical driving force and a sense of profound weight, are you the Holy Son who has emerged from the Church of Precepts during this period?"

Information circulation during the Sky Whale era was relatively slow, but that only applied to the lower strata.

Top-tier information circulation was by no means slow.

Just like Naimus could sense at this moment, the Sword of Fortune had completely spread out. Even in Middle Earth, surrounded by the Source Whale, quite a few people practiced the Sword of Fortune.

Of course, Naimus could sense that whenever those people in