Chapter 634

In the divine realm of the Winged Demon God, countless chaotic rules wove together, and because of these rules, the entire divine realm was in utter chaos, its evil aura overwhelming and a hundred times denser than any Abyss.

If a celestial deity were to come here, they wouldn't want to stay even a day—they'd feel utterly uneasy and long to destroy the place.

But for Abyssal Demon Gods, this was the most ideal dwelling.

Lin Yan was there, analyzing it.

Beside him, the Winged Demon God stood silently, motionless, afraid of disturbing Lin Yan.

Yet, it was also curious.

Curious about Lin Yan's form.

But it dared not show even a hint of curiosity, fearing it might anger a Heavenly Demon God and risk its life.

After Lin Yan left, the demons of the Mabis Abyss began clearing the battlefield.

The three great dynasties were utterly destroyed.

When the demons of the three great dynasties escaped and carried word of the battlefield, the remaining demon lords of the Mabis Abyss all turned pale.

Thus, within just a few days, all the demon lords fled without a single one remaining.

The war had been so fierce that two demon gods had perished; the fate of the third demon god was still unknown, and three demon kings were dead—would they stay in the Mabis Abyss and simply seek death?

With the demon lords gone, the Mabis Abyss was left with only the succubi.

They still had vast numbers of Demon-Hunting Ants.

"Clear the battlefield as quickly as possible, and issue a call to all succubi in the Upper-Middle Abyss—we will build a new succubi dynasty."

Succubus Natasha issued the order.

Then, under her supervision, a black pyramid was constructed at the very center of the Mabis Abyss at maximum speed.

This pyramid was equivalent to a temple in the lands of the gods.

It also functioned as a collector of dark faith.

Of course, Lin Yan didn't actually need this pyramid.

But Lin Yan did not stop Succubus Natasha from building it.

Around this pyramid, the succubi constructed countless demonic Gubao.

Each succubus worked with great enthusiasm to build her own home.

This was their reclaimed homeland.

From now on, they no longer had to wander helplessly and struggle to survive in the Upper-Middle Abyss as they once had.

And all of this stemmed from the Great Flame Lord.

For a moment, even the succubi—who had once been the most heartless and unfeeling demons—felt profound gratitude toward the Flame Lord.

Every succubus now called herself a servant of the Flame Lord.

Of course, the true servants of the Flame Lord were only the Demon King Succubus Natasha and Princess Barbara.

That was immense honor!

"I wonder what the Master is doing."

Princess Barbara, personally overseeing the pyramid's construction, felt a quiet sense of loss.

She had long hoped the Master would speak to her, but he had not.

The Master had simply left.

After her small disappointment, Princess Barbara couldn't help but wonder inwardly what the Master was doing now.

Princess Barbara did not know that she was not the only one curious.

"I wonder what he's doing now?"

In a divine realm filled with holy light, birdsong, floral fragrance, and beautiful little fairies fluttering everywhere, the Elf Goddess poked her head out from the Bai Yun, resting her chin on her arm in thought.

As she thought, she grew increasingly lost in her musings.

"Oh no, oh no, how did I think of him again? I nearly forgot my duties."

After thinking for hours, the Elf Goddess scolded herself.

Then she slightly turned her head, and her pointed, adorably shaped ears twitched.

"Good, I didn't miss anything important."

After a few minutes, the Elf Goddess exhaled in relief.

She regularly listened to her followers' prayers, and recently, she had taken on another important task: overseeing the Holy Flame Forest for the Flame Lord.

To her surprise, she had received a fair amount of faith power because of it.

And these faith powers seemed not to affect the Flame Lord's own gains.

Thus, the Elf Goddess worked especially hard.

After finishing her duties, the Elf Goddess pulled out a book and began reading it with great enjoyment.

But after a while, her gaze drifted away—she thought again of that brief encounter with the Flame Lord, of the alluring aura she had sensed within his soul.

Once she started thinking, she was lost for hours.

Then she became aware of it again.

"Oh no, here we go again!"

The Elf Goddess was deeply troubled.

She realized she could not forget him no matter what.

And what troubled her even more was that her true distress was not because she couldn't forget him—but because… she couldn't see him.

If she met the Flame Lord once more, would all her troubles vanish?

"If only I could invite the Flame Lord to visit my divine realm."

The Elf Goddess couldn't help but think.

Instantly, she felt it was unrealistic.

Inviting a stranger god into one's own divine realm is a dangerous act.

But the Elf Goddess instinctively felt that inviting the Lord of Flame was not dangerous, nor risky.

The question was, given the Lord of Flame's aloofness, would he come?

An even bigger problem was this: she, a goddess, inviting a god who should be a male deity to visit her divine realm—how could she possibly say that aloud?