After a brief silence, strange phenomena suddenly occurred.
The space above the lake distorted slightly, and countless golden and silver specks of light rose from the lake water, as if drawn by an invisible hand, rapidly converging towards a single point.
The light flowed and intertwined, and in a moment, a slightly illusory yet clearly defined figure slowly coalesced into shape.
It was the ethereal figure of a tall, graceful woman. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, her long hair flowed like a waterfall, moving even without wind, and she emanated a hazy, sacred aura.
However, at this moment, her delicate eyebrows were tightly furrowed, her gaze fixed on Kong Xuan, a look of surprise and doubt flashing across her face.
This young man clearly only possessed the energy fluctuations of Soul Saint, so why did he cause her primordial divine soul to feel a chill, as if he posed a fatal threat to her?
Her thoughts raced in disarray, yet she found no answer.
Seeing that Kong Xuan was calm and composed, and that the unsettling golden aura around him was concealed, she knew she had to take the initiative. She immediately spoke, her voice clear yet authoritative.
"I am the god who holds the reins of love and affection in the world, the god who sows seeds of marriage and tears— the God of Love!"
"This valley is where my divine body perished and where my soul rests forever!"
" God of Love?!"
These words were like a thunderclap.
Kong Deming and Xuan Zi's expressions changed drastically almost simultaneously. Even though they were top experts on the continent and had already reached the limits of mortal power, the word "god" still weighed heavily on them.
Recalling the white mist and golden and silver halos that had rendered them utterly powerless... all those incredible forces finally had an answer.
That truly transcends the boundaries of mortals; it is a method belonging to the gods!
Their hearts were pounding, and their gazes toward the phantom of God of Love were filled with an unprecedented solemnity and apprehension.
Only Kong Xuan remained calm and composed, even taking a keen look at the other person's beautiful face, which was composed of light and shadow, with a faint, enigmatic smile playing at the corners of his lips.
That ethereal yet majestic voice echoed once more through the valley, "The three of you, whether you have not yet deeply explored the path of love or have little worldly attachment, do not meet the requirements for my inheritance. You may now leave on your own."
The illusory arm of God of Love rose, its slender fingers gently touching a corner of the valley.
As she moved, the thick, impenetrable white fog wall seemed to be cleaved in two by an invisible, colossal sword. Accompanied by a violent spatial fluctuation, the heavy white fog suddenly parted to the sides, forcefully creating a straight passage.
Beyond the passage, the normal mountain forest scenery is faintly visible, forming a stark contrast with the mysterious and magnificent scenery inside the valley.
The only thought in the mind of this self-proclaimed " God of Love " at this moment was to get Kong Xuan, who made her extremely uneasy, away from this place as soon as possible.
As for the other two, they were just dealt with incidentally.
Upon hearing this, a hint of undisguised disappointment flashed across the eyes of Xuan Zi and Kong Deming almost simultaneously.
Having lived for over two hundred years and climbed to the pinnacle of mortal power, they had thought the realm of gods was ethereal and unattainable, but today they were able to witness a miracle with their own eyes.
This was undoubtedly the closest they had ever come to that legendary level in their long careers.
However, this opportunity, which was so close at hand, slipped through their fingers because they "did not meet the conditions for inheritance."
These two veteran experts, who had devoted most of their lives to cultivation and research, were now simultaneously overwhelmed by a ridiculous sense of regret...
Had I known this would happen, perhaps I shouldn't have been so obsessed with cultivation in my youth. If I had been more involved in worldly love and romance, even if it was just casual flings, would I be qualified to touch upon divine destiny today?
The thought flashed through my mind, then turned into a bitter, helpless smile on my lips.
Ultimately, it was a case of wanting something but not being able to have it.
Just as the two were obediently preparing to turn and leave, a clear sneer suddenly rang out, breaking the silence of the valley.
"Oh."
The one who made the sound was Kong Xuan.
Instead of looking at the exit, he took a step forward, his gaze piercing as he stared at the beautiful yet ethereal figure in mid-air, his tone filled with undisguised sarcasm.
"You're quite the actor, but you're not God of Love at all!"
Above the lake, the originally solemn and beautiful illusory figure suddenly flickered violently twice.
The divine majesty and indifference on her face crumbled instantly, replaced by an undisguised panic. Her gaze toward Kong Xuan was filled with disbelief and deep doubt.
She simply couldn't understand what this young man relied on to be so certain of seeing through her.
"What... what nonsense are you spouting!"
She forced herself to remain calm, but her voice inevitably carried a barely perceptible sharpness and tremor. "Blasphemy, do you know what a sin that is...?"
Kong Xuan's voice was clear, cold, and resolute as he abruptly interrupted her, "You are indeed a deity, but you are not the God of Love, Ning Rongrong... stop pretending!"
As soon as the name " Ning Rongrong " was uttered, the tall and beautiful figure above the lake trembled violently, and the golden and silver radiance flowing around her became disordered and flickering.
The words she was about to say in defense were swallowed back down, and the slight panic on her face froze instantly, turning into undisguised shock.
That's right, the one standing here right now is none other than the Nine-Colored Goddess Ning Rongrong.
She stared at Kong Xuan in disbelief, utterly bewildered as to how the other party knew her identity.
Meanwhile, Xuan Zi, upon hearing the name " Ning Rongrong," felt as if an electric current had passed through his body. He abruptly shifted his gaze from Kong Xuan and fixed it firmly on the illusory figure in mid-air!
Ning Rongrong!
This name was all too familiar to Xuan Zi, who was now the Sea God Pavilion Master at the Shrek Academy.
That was one of the original Shrek Seven Devils, an ancestor who, according to the academy's legend, had already ascended to the Divine Realm!
In mid-air, seeing the undisguised shock and bewilderment on the face of the illusory figure, Xuan Zi was certain that this was none other than the Nine-Colored Goddess Ning Rongrong!
He could never have imagined that he would encounter Shrek's ancestor under such circumstances.
He was puzzled as to why this Nine-Colored Goddess had previously claimed to be the " God of Love " in front of them, feeling that there might be some unknown secret behind it.
This Qiankun Asking Love Valley is indeed the place where the God of Love fell, but Kong Xuan remembers that two deities appeared in the events that took place here.
One of them was Tang San, who came to "train the dog," and the other was a female deity who addressed him as "Third Brother."
That deity could not possibly be the fallen God of Love of Love; it must be one of the Shrek Seven Devils.
Aside from Tang San's wife, Xiao Wu, there are only two female deities left: the Nine-Colored Goddess Ning Rongrong and the God of Speed, Zhu Zhuqing.
During his brief observation, Kong Xuan noticed many details and felt that the other person was more likely to be Ning Rongrong.
So Kong Xuan's seemingly confident statement was actually a tactic to provoke the other side.
And now, the other party's stunned and almost speechless reaction perfectly confirmed his guess!
You won the bet!
The person standing here right now is Ning Rongrong.