NO NAME | THE VOICES IN THE GREAT Martial Hall exceeded the limit of a mere whisper, exploding into lamentations, exclamations and even insults on the left and right; [...] Amidst the crowd, you could also feel Xie Lian's confused state - the only o...
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ᴀᴠᴇɴᴜᴇᴏꜰᴍᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟᴅɪᴠɪɴɪᴛʏ ; ᴄᴀᴘɪᴛᴀʟᴄᴇʟᴇꜱᴛɪᴀʟ — ɴᴏᴡ.
LATELY, I FELT AS if the full extent of my capabilities were slowly slipping away between my fingers, taking with it my impartiality in my role as a deity — which, for some reason, it was — favored in the Heavens. The finesse of the situation I was in had made me cautious about how I moved, and that was a frustrating problem.
Among the Devastation trinity, it was I who had the easiest time establishing myself as a deity in the High Court, but despite this, it was my knowledge that the merit behind this success had not been born purely from the result of my continuous efforts of centuries of facets — speaking directly, I was exactly where hewanted me to be.
Where he could look at me.
I knew that the emperor was unsure of my true identity. Shuanghua was the second Devastation whose true form had never been discovered. While Hua Cheng defied the Heavens and terrified the gods, ❪Title as Devastation❫ was a nightmare hovering in their unconscious minds — like a sneaky, invisible demon. It was a rare phenomenon of nature, and as it was with the Supreme Ghost King, the emperor advised his Officials not to offend ❪Title as Devastation❫ nor covet a battle against him, fueling the divine disgust between the two species.
Now, if I thought of myself as a deity... The third princess ❪Royal name❫ — ascended goddess ❪Divine name❫ — it was almost laughable how incompatible she seemed to me compared to the original. Not just the opposite of personality or appearance: my very essence had needed to be carefully altered in order for me to remain in the Celestial Capital for so many decades. However, now, I knew I was in a weak position. It was necessary to be cautious, to be convincing, and I was good at deceiving to get what I wanted.
After I had practically mobilized — tormented and stressed — every medical deity in the Celestial Capital into going crazy over my dying, semi-rotten physical state (thank you, Hua Cheng), I now felt nothing short of unwell.
For a decade I went undercover in Ghost City, cajoling and persuading Earth Master Yi without ever returning to the Celestial Capital, continuing to report loyally to the jade emperor until, suddenly, through a selfish oversight by the Ghost King himself, Ming Yi almost discovered everything. my work tripled, forcing me to erase and alter every memory he had of that mistake — something that required special care.
In the end, everything returned to normal, but there was no better option to return to the Celestial Capital than that, at that moment — where my enemy remained and where my god had also returned.
