Chapter 580

So that's how it is.

Looking at the photo, he still had red hair and purple eyes at the start of the year—an inexperienced, honest, gentle demeanor, the bearing of a radiant noble child, the holy son—and Ji Ming was completely convinced.

But this is also a good thing; otherwise Old Sun would have died too stifled, silently killed at home—unacceptable.

And according to the memories Little Sun inherited from his main body, the two beings who strangled the Holy Light God were precisely the Black Hole God and the Earthquake God from ten thousand years ago.

But the problem is, given the fearsome reputations of those two great gods, pulling either one out should be enough to single‑handedly press the Holy Light God to the ground and hammer him into a dead god.

But if it weren't for their numbers, the Holy Light God would actually have the illusion that, in a one‑on‑one fight, he could crush one of them.

This…

Is it that they've grown weak, or is it actually…

I'm pretty strong too?

"Hard to say."

What's more puzzling is that, as the highest life form of Yangyue Star, Zhen Shen must have a massive, continuous supply of faith to maintain his rank.

But now the three major powers of Radiant Deep Spirit each have their own faiths, and High Tower and Patosmos lack any unified divine faith altogether; besides them, everything else are bizarre small states.

The Yangyue World can be said to hardly have any followers of these two gods left, so what exactly are they…

Although Ji Ming holds the rank of Upper God, he certainly doesn't understand this matter as well as Little Sun, who experienced it firsthand, so he decided to hear his thoughts.

The holy son hesitated a moment, then voiced his speculation.

"I think they sealed themselves in slumber for a long time, but recently they suddenly found a group willing to worship them and resumed activity."

"But their followers aren't numerous enough, and the recovery isn't complete, so they'll set aside their pride and swarm me, hoping to kill me with numbers."

A large group of believers, and when their faith values are added together, they at least can match the hundreds of millions of citizens of a major power……

Considering that the Deep Forest Church and the Deep Forest Royalty were promoting technological projects on life and body research, Ji Ming vaguely guessed what was going on.

After a long silence, he lowered his gaze to the holy son.

"How should I address you?"

The holy son gestured at the family crest on his chest.

"Laitening·Yueguang! Too bad, although he's a duke's descendant, he's merely a minor branch that can't inherit the title."

Moonlight Duke?

Ji Ming recalled and thought this seemed like a big shot from the Sword and Shield faction.

Too bad, I heard he's already bedridden with paralysis, and his days are numbered.

So…

"Oh, then you came to see me—surely it's not just to chat about these things?"

"Hehe."

Laitening gave an embarrassed smile, clasped his hands, and spoke softly.

"Your Excellency Upper God, do you think my appearance… could serve as the Holy Light God?"

"Huh?"

Ji Ming froze for a moment, then laughed in relief.

That night, a mysterious being suddenly sent a dream to the Holy Light God, saying the Holy Light God had not actually died.

He had foreseen that he would face a life‑and‑death calamity, so he split off a part of his soul, reincarnated as a mortal, and was about to awaken the mystery within the womb.

Three days later, after awakening the Holy Light in his dream, the noble youth Laitening·Yueguang was joyfully welcomed into the pontifical court as the holy son by the Giant Pontiff.

It's ironic that, after experiencing the divine calamity and the pontifical turmoil, the Holy Light Church not only failed to unite in its pain, but actually stood on the brink of internal strife.

Especially the eastern and northern borders, which lie within the opposition's domain, even showed a tendency to break away and form their own sect, splitting from the pontifical court.

Were it not for the Giant Pontiff, an level‑80 powerhouse holding things together, and Archbishop Tenisi relying on his own reputation to patch things up elsewhere, it might already have split.

Thus the holy son's appearance was undoubtedly a timely relief—especially when he displayed the Holy Light publicly before the Eastern Border Archbishop.

"You're bragging! Have you used it? This is called Laitening's Great Holy Light!"

"What's up, Archbishop? You can't use it either! You're just bragging—you can only watch your holy son and use it!"

"This is strength, you get it? Jia na (meaningless incantation)!"

Indeed it is strength, for even the most stubborn believer must admit that the faint, flickering Holy Light within his body resonates with those clumps of Holy Light in the holy son's hand.

A more vivid description would be—"Grandpa! Grandpa!"

What else could be said? The brothers hurried to lay out the carpet—kneel down, this is the new dad!

Thus, after gaining the acknowledgment of the five regional archbishops and the support of the Giant Pontiff, the holy son directly became a… sub‑god of the Holy Light.

Otherwise, since it's a reincarnation and cultivation restart, he'd have to start over as a person and slowly grow up.

By the way, after bidding farewell to Little Sun, Ji Ming, who had taken a detour, finally returned to the dormitory.

Before he could even take a sip of water, he received a message from the dungeon—the two magic dragons had finally submitted.

As everyone knows, Ji Ming is a kind person.

So kind that he can't bear to kill even his enemies; if he can spare them, he does, locking them all in the dungeon to reflect on their faults, while also making them do a bit of labor reform.

When he was weak, the werewolf Cloi who provoked him twice was like that; when he was growing up, the strange councilors who showed up at his door were the same.

So since even the numerous flower‑rank envoys of the Deep Forest Church can't escape this worker's law, the black and red magic dragons are naturally no exception.

After being captured as spoils of war, Ji Ming directly locked them in the dungeon and asked whether they wanted a sweet or a spicy flavor.

"Sweet… spicy?"

The magic dragons were bewildered—"What's going on? Are you going to make us a mala mix?"

"Hah, still thinking about eating?"

Ji Ming let out a cold snort and displayed a whole series of slides that had to be censored the entire way.

"Sweet! Means straight to labor reform; spicy! Means first let you taste these, then undergo labor reform!"

They were all arrested and taken to someone's divine country, preparing for severe punishment; as long as they still had enough sense, the vast majority of prisoners of war would definitely choose to maximize sweetness.

"Holy shit, bro! How do you know I love working the most?"

"Blessing, this is a typical blessing!"

"996 is nothing, I want 007! I want to voluntarily apply for overtime!"

After all, even if you're stubborn and hold your neck high in defiance, besides suffering a bit more fleshly pain, what good would it do?

Even if we step back ten thousand steps, work is work; compared to their previous company, it's definitely still more promising to follow the Upper God.

So it'd be better to be obedient, closely follow the footsteps of all the seniors; maybe I could even clear my name on the spot and become a little official with a nice stipend!

But after Ji Ming proposed this condition, the reply was a firm and decisive sentence from the Black Magic Dragon.

"Shameless meat worm, what big guts, actually wanting a magic dragon to submit to you? Dream on!"

Ji Ming didn't rush to whip her, but instead looked at the younger Red Magic Dragon, wanting to see if the youngster would……

"Pah!"

If it weren't for his fast teleportation, he would have nearly been splattered all over by plague saliva.

Then came an even more unpleasant sentence.

"Lowly wretch, we are the Emperor's warrior generals; we sisters have suffered hardship, and she will surely come to rescue us!"

"……"

"……"

After an awkward silence, the Black Magic Dragon flew into a rage, raised its hind claw, and viciously kicked the Red Magic Dragon in the face.

"Idiot! Why did you tell him that?!"

The Red Magic Dragon also knew that, having blown his cover out of spite to show off, he didn't dare talk back, honestly lying on the ground playing dead to endure the trampling.

"Sob, sorry, sister!"

But since it had already been said, at the crucial moment the Black Magic Dragon didn't hesitate, but proudly raised its head.

"Hmph, fine, telling you is no problem; we are the great Emperor's followers, and your struggle is meaningless!"

Threats ineffective, Ji Ming smiled and nodded.

"No problem; before I struggle, you'll definitely struggle first, and I'll just learn from you later."

"You!"

Harsh words were just venting; the truth was a sharp blade, and the Black Magic Dragon was so angry it almost turned into a Red Magic Dragon, roaring.

"Don't think that doing this means you've won! Beating us proves nothing, and we will absolutely never surrender!"

The Red Magic Dragon lying on the ground also raised its head, echoing in righteous agreement.

"Yeah! Even if you force us to become human, then 【indescribable verb】 【ineffable noun】 【indescribable in words adjective】 【eyes-darkening conjunction】……"

After saying in one breath a long string that could likely summon some multiversal-level catastrophe, directly deleting this universe's plot, the already somewhat excited her licked her lips.

"We sisters absolutely, absolutely, absolutely will not submit to you, meat worm!"

Ji Ming: ……

Damn, that dead eunuch's ideas are quite fancy?

At this point the Black Magic Dragon had been angered into a Green Magic Dragon, and it took great effort to plug the mouth of a certain imbecile.

At the same time, with doubled clamor, it kept howling in grief and indignation.

"Shameless, shameless! Kill us if you can! Your ability is just to kill us!"

Kill?

Although he is kind, Ji Ming has indeed killed prisoners of war before, such as that lineage of the Demon Lord, which Ji Ming personally "killed".

But that's because these few magic dragons have no actual grudge or conflict with him, at least not to the point of deep hatred.

The President's determination to sink together with his family for this precious affection also really appealed to Ji Ming's taste.

Moreover, there's another important point: that is the Demon Lord.

Although Ji Ming hasn't admitted it, Patricia, whether as the school senior sister or as 'pure innate quality', actually matches his aesthetic quite well.

If his transmigration had been tens of thousands of years ago, he might have long given up the dream of becoming a Grand Magister, and right then he would have gone for it, even getting with a little titanium gold dragon.

Unfortunately, he arrived tens of thousands of years later, and Patricia had already become a hard, cold magic dragon; then it would still be best to perform salvation on the spot, seize the morning.

So Ji Ming could never show mercy to those two magic dragons—want to die? Wanting that is way too beautiful!

You guys aren't castrated? Fine, then I'll use my last bit of mercy to grant you a profession most suitable for you.

"What? Navy four-star admiral? Energy department senior official? No! That's something the White Eagle Society would do."

Ji Ming is a Huaxia person; seeing that they can't even dance, it's better to directly become the first and second eunuchs of Yangyue Star.

As for the place of exile……

Bu Long Fei Er De: "Serve well, serve well, Grandma, there's a reward!"

So during the two months from March to May, the Black Red Magic Dragon did nothing, just staying in the warship to serve as a maid for the Lazy Dog Dragon.

No matter how lazy the guy, he still harbors resentment, so facing those two magic dragons who had once killed her, Bu Long Fei Er De showed no mercy.

What dragon fruit, blueberry juice, data cable, eternal grasp, gate of heaven, nine heavens thunder double kick……

Following earthly methods one by one, anyway magic dragons have thick skin and flesh, so we'll muster our strength to train her hard!

The harshest part is that besides being beaten, Bu Long Fei Er De doesn't allow them to turn into dragons while doing chores; they must, in human form, personally scrub furniture of dragon size.

So just watch: the two sisters, with rags and washbasin, in the dragon's nest from morning till night, dare not stop for a moment.

Just that, and still, because there's a few specks of dust on the table, they get another beating from the Lazy Dog Dragon.

As for the reaction of the two magic dragons……

"I'm not convinced; if you've got the ability, don't use white mist to duel me one-on-one!"

Damn it, you wretched slave serving humans as a dog; when my lord comes to rescue me, I will surely repay you a hundredfold!

I clearly didn't do anything wrong, waaah, I was just mopping the floor!

Like this, like this, is this okay? Oh! Sorry, sorry!

Grandma, uh… I've brought your foot-washing water, do you need a little… sigh, should I add two cartloads of flower petals for you?

All we can say is that Bu Long Fei Er De might also be talented, with efficiency suspiciously too high.

Because when Ji Ming returned to the underground city, what he saw were two bruised and swollen figures, devoid of arrogance, who dared not meet anyone's eyes—starving ghosts.

Moreover, they could perform sliding kneels very skillfully, lying on the ground and kowtowing nonstop.

Esteemed Upper God, I'm convinced!

Please, please save us, life is too bitter, I really can't take it anymore!

Although they deserved it, still, he is kind, so he accepted the surrender of those two demon dragons.

Of course, surrender is surrender; Ji Ming couldn't let them leave the underground city, but instead found them an extra job.

So at the end of May, the high-difficulty challenge map Soul Spirit Tower, which players had cleared for two weeks, received a major update.

Besides modifying and optimizing the difficulty of many levels, it also expanded by thirty layers all at once as entirely new challenge stages.

Charge!

However, this didn't stump the players; thanks to the combined efforts of officials from various countries and major guilds, they cleared the first twenty-nine levels in just two weeks.

Then they were dumbfounded.

Because the thirtieth level is a boss stage that must be cleared by force, and the final boss turned out to be an level‑80 demon dragon!

Furthermore, besides the normal challenge, perhaps someone had just played something similar, the thirtieth level also offers many expansion options to choose from.

For example, swapping the red demon dragon for a stronger black demon dragon, increasing the battle from one demon dragon to two, changing from allowing summoned creatures to requiring pure personal strength to clear…

In short, the more options chosen, the greater the rewards, including the ultimate prize for clearing the Nine Bans, and even the summoning rights for these two demon dragons!

(End of chapter)