Dammit! I must have been out of my mind back then. Why didn't I disguise myself as a feathered being but chose to be a horse instead?

Looking at the perverted ox in front of her, spouting nonsense while lasciviously squeezing her hoof with its cloven hooves, "Miss Horse," who picked the wrong target, felt her molars were about to shatter from clenching.

Yet considering the corner of the Ancestral Land of Ten Thousand Spirits that had been shattered, and the recent extreme fluctuations in the Pure White Land, Miss Horse grudgingly held back, nonchalantly withdrawing her hoof and placing it over her robust pectoral muscles, sighing like a tragic heroine from a classical tale:

"Neigh, neigh, neigh."

Upon hearing her response, the lecherous ox opposite her let out a long sigh and then, to her surprise, stood up and walked over to her side. It lifted its forehoof, gently placing it on her back, adopting a posture suggesting she could lean on it, and said with deep affection:

"Moo, moo, moo."

"Neigh, neigh."

"Moo, moo."

It's confirmed. There are no secrets on this ox; it's just a perverted ox who can't even remember its own name. This time, I've truly wasted my charm...

After a literally "ox not understanding horse talk" kind of conversation, Miss Horse lost all interest in the minotaur, replied perfunctorily a couple of times, and then gradually retracted her allure.

And after losing that unique attraction from the level of the soul, that damned perverted ox seemed to calm down as well, gradually losing interest in Miss Horse, and the dialogue between the ox and horse cooled off.

The Shepherd's Plain was too far from the Pure White Land; the Lost Souls from over there hadn't been attracted yet. However, the Pure White Holy Mother couldn't roam outside forever, and I don't have time to keep waiting. I must quickly find out her intention for gathering Lost Souls on a large scale!

Finding an excuse to say goodbye to the perverted ox and returning to her sickbed, Miss Horse half-reclined on the soft feather pillow. While chewing the grass from the hanging basket beside, she furrowed her brow and pondered the direction of her next infiltration.

Just as the "Evil" of Old Soil would fall into the Abyss and eventually evolve into new demons, the "Good" of Old Soil would also be attracted to the Pure White Land and reincarnate as angels in the deepest cradle of rebirth; the line between the two is clear… theoretically speaking, it should be like this.

But after Number One killed the Evil Abyss Dominator and shattered Ten Thousand Abyss into countless pieces, Pure White Land seemed to expand its function, no longer just absorbing the "Good" from Old Soil but also taking in the "Evil," and its actions were extremely covert.

If a corner of the Ancestral Land of Ten Thousand Spirits hadn't been shattered, causing a large number of spirits to become Lost Souls and be drawn over regardless of good or evil, I might even still be left in the dark.

Although judging from the past deeds of Pure White Holy Mother, she doesn't count as a heinous existence, she also has nothing to do with the word "Holy Mother." Doing this can't simply be about wanting to save someone, but there has to be some deeper consideration.

Considering that after Number One completed that destructive journey, she suddenly started to fully "attract" Lost Souls from other planes, even leaving the Pure White Land multiple times to convert a great number of demons in the Abyss, it's highly likely she has found a way to counteract Number One's threat.

And this method... is most likely related to the Lost Souls gathered by Pure White Holy Mother!

Recalling the situation investigated during the infiltration, Miss Horse's two horse eyes narrowed slightly, then she instinctively glanced in the direction of the cradle of rebirth.

Among the three large planes that were completely destroyed during Number One's extremely manic operation, many other planes, like the Ancestral Land of Ten Thousand Spirits, were partially damaged, resulting in a massive number of Lost Souls.

Those Lost Souls, who were "empty shells" without memory and consciousness, would directly fall onto the Pure White Land, then be absorbed and integrated into various regions' cradles, and sent into the deepest cradle of rebirth to transform into newborn angels.

Yet like me and that dumb perverted ox, those Lost Souls who were still conscious and saved were sent to temporarily reside in the Pure White Land, supposedly to be sent away after regaining their memories.

If that's the case, based on my observations of the "treatment" efficiency, the number of "alien races" in the Pure White Land should be quite large, probably occupying one-eighth or even more of the angel's numbers.

But during these days of "recovering," I secretly sneaked out many times. The furthest I went, even almost reaching the deepest cradle of rebirth, but the number of alien races I saw was far less than expected.

The current number of alien races existing in the Pure White Land, not to mention one-eighth of the total angels, may not even be one-thirtieth. There's definitely a big problem here. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

After all, Lost Souls from other races might have been cured and sent away, but now that their homes are destroyed, where can the avian Lost Souls return to? Why is their number so small as well?

...

As expected, she's not a normal horse... centaur... horseman... anyway, she's highly suspicious!

Quietly utilizing a bit of Heart Lake's power to vaguely sense the surging emotions of that horse-headed lady, Leon, with his back turned to her, squinted slightly and then appreciatively said to the old yellow ox:

"No wonder you are the Holy Ox of the Hope lineage. Her glitches are too minuscule. You were so bewitched by her before I thought you might miss them, but you managed to break the enchantment even before I reminded you."

"Moo, moo, moo (Heh, then you're underestimating me. Not every ox can become a Holy Ox.)"

"Alright, alright, that's pretty impressive."

Beginning to look at the old ox in a new light, Leon kept his focus on Miss Horse's Heart Lake while analyzing thoroughly:

"Her charm directed towards us was indeed well-hidden, almost extending directly from the soul level, so harmonious like a broken circle encountering its missing gap, with no trace of abnormalities.

If we were really minotaurs, she certainly wouldn't have slipped up. Unfortunately, one of us is an ox and one is a human, so her charm seemed mismatched, especially when she tried to extract information from us and suddenly boosted her own allure…"

"Moo? (Charm? What charm?)"

Huh?

Listening to the confused moos of the old yellow ox, Leon was momentarily stunned.

"Weren't you suddenly awakened and broke free from her enchanting allure because she ramped up the 'charm' output?"

"Moo (Of course not.)"

The old yellow ox blinked its eyes, mooing as if it was the most natural thing in the world:

"Moo, moo! (I managed to break free from her enchantment because of my excellent observational skills, her numbers were obviously off!)"

"Numbers? What numbers?"

"Moo (Good grief.)"

Under the slightly stupefied gaze of Leon, the old yellow ox, as if it might have cursed or not, with a cigarette clamped, mooed matter-of-factly:

"Moo, moo, moo, moo! (She only has two **, while the beauties in my eyes should have four **. This was something I simply couldn't compromise on, so I deduced I must have been enchanted, hence she must have a problem!)"