The sunset over the courtyard gradually faded, and the evening breeze carried a slight chill.
After the Goddess of Life said, "There is no longer any need for a so-called Angel God up there," Ye Guyi felt not the slightest disappointment or regret.
Instead, she was filled with deep confusion and concealed shock.
As a rare bearer of the Holy Angel martial soul in this age, she had sensed since childhood that there was a higher dimension beyond heaven and earth.
Ordinary soul masters spent their entire lives believing that Titled Douluo was the end, never once touching the threshold of godhood.
But she was different.
The origin of her martial soul was innately connected to the divine path. Deep down, she knew that gods truly existed, that the Divine Realm stood high above all else—a vast domain mortals could never reach.
So she immediately understood—
The "up there" this breathtaking senior spoke of was the legendary Divine Realm!
Yet this only brought even deeper confusion.
Who exactly was this person before her?
Why could she casually discuss the situation in the Divine Realm and bluntly state that it had no need for an Angel God position?
Ye Guyi silently speculated:
Could she be, like Qian Daoliu, the Grand Priest of Spirit Hall ten thousand years ago, a spokesperson left in the mortal world by a god?
After all, in Ye Guyi's eyes, only beings blessed by gods and connected to the Divine Realm could know such ancient secrets and the inner workings of the Divine Realm.
Countless questions tangled in her heart, making her eyes flicker as she struggled to calm herself.
Just as she was lost in thought, the Goddess of Life slowly withdrew her gaze. She no longer spoke of the divine path and said mildly:
"Alright.