"If that's the case, then you definitely can't die." A voice rang out in Meng He's mind.
Meng He's emotions were instantly pulled away, much like the feeling of waking from a dream. No matter how great the joy or sorrow she had experienced in the dream, once she woke, those emotions remained behind within it.
Meng He now merely seemed somewhat lost.
All her emotions had remained in the dream, and she had now regained the ability to think rationally.
"Who are you?" Meng He asked cautiously.
"Weren't you the one who came looking for me?" The voice was cool and serene, as tranquil and elegant as moonlight, carrying the air of a cold but mature older sister.
"Moon God?" Meng He suddenly came to her senses.
"You have some insight, at least." The Moon God carefully observed Meng He, naturally calling up the information on her.
The Moon God had casually planted quite a few pawns like Meng He.
Most of them possessed a fragment of one of Her shattered divine artifacts, or some kind of power connected to Her.
Through this method, She planted a few nails in the territories of other churches.
When the need arose, She could activate them directly.
Meng He was precisely such a perfect pawn.
She had used the Moon God's damaged divine artifact to advance into a Golden Breed, while her own number had been contaminated. Thus, she could never naturally enter the core ranks of the Church of Wealth.
A Golden Breed outside the Church of Wealth's core ranks would be the Moon God's best pawn for interfering with the Church of Wealth at a crucial moment.
And toward such pawns, the Moon God maintained a principle of noninterference unless necessary.
Even after Meng He entered the Land of Slumber