Chapter 854

Far away, the endless void.

Here, countless divine realms are densely connected together.

Divine light shines brilliantly.

Like myriad stars converging, their radiance streaks over ten million li, blindingly brilliant.

And at the very center—

A vast divine realm hangs in the sky like a blazing sun, illuminating all heavens!

Countless flowers float, spin, grow, and wither around the divine realm.

The floral fragrance is overwhelming.

Even true gods are intoxicated by this endless floral scent.

The core of the divine realm.

Within a palace forged from hundreds of millions of flowers.

A young girl in a pure white long dress walks out slowly.

The girl holds a short staff that looks utterly ordinary.

Her face is serene, elegant, and detached.

Her eyes gaze beyond the divine realm, as if—

She sees the divine city whose location is unknown.

Her aura is peculiar.

Sometimes pure, sometimes noble, sometimes aloof, sometimes refined, sometimes luxurious…

Billions of auras merge into one.

And thus form that unique and strange aura!

"My divine seat…"

"Has it been broken?"

Her crimson lips part, and on her peerlessly beautiful face appears a tranquil, faint smile.

That was merely her record when she was still a lower-tier true god.

She doesn't care that it was broken.

But—

She is somewhat curious.

Who could have broken her record?

Back then,

She knew perfectly well what lineup she used to break the record of the first layer of the True God Path.

She originally thought,

It would take at least ten million years.

Padoubu Society would break it.

Yet unexpectedly—

It was broken in less than one hundred thousand years?

"Come here."

She speaks.

"Great Divine Lord."

Hu—

A hundred flowers gather.

A woman clad in the Divine Robe of a Hundred Flowers appears, kneeling on one knee, reverently saying.

"Go to the Divine City."

"Find out who has taken the Tenth Divine Seat on the Lower-Tier True God Path."

She gives the quiet instruction.

Her voice is calm and pleasant.

Like a hundred flowers blooming, carrying an aura of tranquility.

"The Tenth Divine Seat～々?"

"That isn't…"

The kneeling woman's pupils contract sharply, her face filled with shock.

The record left by the Divine Lord—

Has been broken?!

Her heart surges with a storm of disbelief.

"Also,"

"Bring me a copy of this year's Morning Star Divine List."

The Mistress of a Hundred Flowers' eyes hold a flicker of peculiar color.