Within the Heavenly Dao Space, every gaze was drawn to Shen Yu's true form. After all, the Heavenly Dao Space now rested right above his head, making it seem as though anyone inside could touch the White Peacock's head simply by bending down.
On the Pantheon's side, a supreme being radiating aqua-blue light spoke.
"For a unique being of such beauty and grace not to join our Pantheon is truly a pity."
Beside them, the Eternal Heavenly Dao remained silent.
On the other side, admiration also shone in Wu Yuan's eyes-the eyes of the Abyssal Will. Domineering and forceful though he was, he had to admit that this Holy Spirit, who had disrupted his plans several times, possessed extraordinary talent even by the standards of the new era. Wu Yuan never withheld his admiration for such a rare powerhouse, even an enemy.
Tsathoggua kept his eyes closed. He knew the fate of the Eternal True World better than anyone. Before that being, everything was a joke. Perhaps even the events unfolding now had been orchestrated by that being alone. Tsathoggua had long since grown accustomed to such things.
In the Supreme Dimension, behind the bench, Miss Puppet gazed at the White Peacock within the distant "giant light bulb." He looked like a work of art sealed in glowing amber. She could not help saying softly to Yog,
"His Highness's growth astonishes me."
Hearing this, Grete, hiding beneath the bench, secretly curled his lip. Big Sis always viewed that show-off through the rose-colored glasses of a doting mother. If Grete had fully mastered a Holy Spirit's power, he would have been far stronger.
Yog chuckled.
"He was never a fool. He simply lacks faith in himself sometimes. Otherwise, Nyarlathotep and Shub would never have taken an interest in him."
Beside him,