Ye Chuqi had indeed said she wanted to visit the Light God Temple, but the Light God had long wanted to meet her and had already made preparations.
The Light God did not have to undergo Divine Descent to deliver a Divine Oracle. The Light God Temple naturally had its own methods—such as the enormous mirror before Ye Chuqi, exquisite and magnificent, mounted high in the Temple's main hall as though above a divine throne.
A figure entirely shrouded in golden light appeared in the mirror. Dazzling and captivating, the figure radiated an aura both gentle and dangerous.
The Light God.
This was no Divine Descent, nor some strange detached fragment of consciousness. It was a transmission of his true image. Faced with the Light God himself, even the High Priest dared not look up. Ye Chuqi took one glance and felt a stabbing pain in her Divine Soul. She hurriedly looked away.
A faint trace of laughter lingered in the hall. Even without looking directly at his divine radiance, Ye Chuqi could tell it came from the Light God. His voice made it difficult to guess his age or temperament, or even whether he sounded male or female.
But deep down, Ye Chuqi instinctively felt that the Light God was more reliable than the Dark God. At least he would not attack her openly, and he had not clearly set himself against her.
The Light God probably knew everything she had done on the Raila Continent—in the Lost Forest, the Misty Sea, the Northern Snowfield...
Whether he knew what had happened on the Kabu Continent was another matter.
Ye Chuqi said nothing, but the Light God graciously spoke first. His words shook her to the core.
"A pleasure to meet you, Ye Chuqi."
Like the Dark God, the Light