Under the gaze of the Pure White Holy Mother, the female Angel couldn’t help but shrink slightly, her knees softened, instinctively wanting to kneel. However, after Leon beside her gave her a supporting hand, she managed to stand up straight again, mustering the courage to look up into the eyes above.

"Holy Mother! What you’re doing is wrong!"

After speaking the first sentence, the female Angel felt a vague sense of relief, even freeing herself from Leon’s arm. She stood up straight of her own accord, glaring upwards as she spoke:

"You betrayed the words you once spoke, the deeds you once did, and us who trusted you! The bull-headed gentleman was right! You... you’re just a hypocritical false Holy Mother! You’ve deceived us all!"

"Is that what you think? That’s really quite unfortunate."

Faced with the female Angel’s heartfelt and angry accusation, the Pure White Holy Mother blinked her eyes and sighed somewhat reluctantly:

"Poor child... then goodbye."

With the words of the Pure White Holy Mother, the female Angel’s body couldn’t help but sway slightly, the Holy Light surrounding her immediately dissipated completely, her silver hair quickly turned into lifeless pale, her pristine wings crumbled and peeled away, and the dense, filthy black corruption seeped through her skin, in an instant...

Was casually restored to its original state by Leon.

"?!!!"

Looking at the female Angel, who after receiving her punishment, not only did not disintegrate and perish, but instead reverted to her original appearance, the Pure White Holy Mother fell silent for a moment, then somewhat surprised, asked:

"How did you..."

"While you’re not a good person, the Angels you created are indeed impressive." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Manipulating the origin to weave a small dream, he stuffed the female Angel, who dared to scold knowing she would die, into it. Then the bull-headed figure opened his mouth and swallowed the small dream. He then very politely asked... or rather declared:

"Your Angels, your pure land, your origins... everything in the Pure White Land except you, I want, is that okay?"

"Heh..."

Looking at the bull-headed figure below, asking her so frankly for things, the will of the Pure White Holy Mother almost laughed with anger, her pure white eyes instantly closed. A large amount of murky, malicious black surged up from the empty void below the Weaving Vows Place, instantly dyeing the pure white giant cocoon pitch black.

"Of course, you can! As long as you can seize it, then all of it is naturally yours!"

...

That is... the Pure White Holy Mother?!

Feeling the will that radiated from the cocoon of light, the donkey and horse pair, just arriving above the entire Weaving Vows Place, couldn’t help but look at each other, seeing a deep shock in each other’s eyes.

The aura was indeed that of the Pure White Holy Mother, but why was the origin she displayed not the "Good" of the Pure White Land, but the "Evil" of the Hundred Thousand Abyss of Evil? Wasn’t the Evil Abyss Dominator’s origin already taken away?

And, in the Weaving Vows Place, resisting the infiltration of the "Evil" origin, suddenly erupting out, standing equal to the Pure White Holy Mother’s will, why does it feel so familiar? Could it be that...

It’s the Food God?!

Perceiving the sudden burst of "Ang aura" through the green earrings worn by the Pure White Holy Mother, the previously confident Omnia Cicada trembled violently.

Damn! That bull-headed figure really is the Food God? He, the Astral Sovereign, and the Master of Ten Thousand Spirits, the three sovereign-level individuals, really just happened to sneak into the same room?!!!

Recalling earlier how he tampered with an Angel’s cognition to send a conscription order to that bull-headed figure, intending to use the bull-headed figure’s life to lure the two sovereigns to the Weaving Vows Place – Omnia Cicada just felt a chill down his spine.

With the Food God’s understanding of him, he probably knew of Omnia Cicada’s involvement just by seeing that Angel’s earrings. Fortunately, fearing discovery by the two sovereigns by being too close, he opted not to approach in his true form.

Otherwise, with the Food God’s level of hatred towards him, he might have risked exposing himself just to hunt him down and consume him alive!

"Hurry! We need to leave!"

Shoving the bewildered Yellow King beside him, the still-shaken Omnia Cicada urged:

"Things have escalated! If we don’t leave now, things will get out of hand!"

"Huh?"

Faced with the suddenly frantic Omnia Cicada, the Yellow King was momentarily stunned and then asked, somewhat puzzled:

"So soon? The Astral Sovereign and the Master of Ten Thousand Spirits traced the Weaving Vows Place and are ready to act against the Pure White Holy Mother?"

"Not just them, the Food God too!"

After briefly explaining the situation, Omnia Cicada said with a tingle of fear:

"That bull-headed figure... that bull-headed figure is the Food God! Damn it! He has already confronted the Pure White Holy Mother! And he’s aware that I’m in the Pure White Land, too!

We must leave immediately! If they switch from testing to full confrontation, by then, it won’t even be about rescuing Scarlet – it’ll be uncertain if we can escape ourselves... Where’s Scarlet? Where’s that fool now?"

"He should be in the Hundred Thousand Abyss of Evil?"

The Yellow King, after thinking, replied:

"I’ve been monitoring the Blackbird and that area for the past few days. To have you plot against the Food God, the Pure White Holy Mother kept Scarlet by her side, but with the sudden chaos at the Weaving Vows Place, she probably didn’t manage to bring Scarlet when she rushed back?"

So by arranging things this way, I’ve successfully lured the Pure White Holy Mother away?

Hearing the Yellow King’s response, Omnia Cicada was overjoyed, immediately closing his eyes to lock onto Blackbird’s aura. He then tore open a spatial rift leading to the Hundred Thousand Abyss of Evil, dragging the Yellow King along.

"Wait."

Stopping Omnia Cicada, who was planning a tactical retreat, the Yellow King couldn’t help but ask:

"Are we really going just like that?"

"What else?"

Omnia Cicada raised an eyebrow at those words.

"With four sovereigns battling there, if we don’t leave, we’re walking into certain death?"

"That’s not what I meant. I meant to ask if we shouldn’t intervene a little?"

The Yellow King said with some concern:

"There are four living sovereigns there, not to mention the dream origin swallowed by the Food God and the evil origin extracted by the Pure White Holy Mother from those demons. That’s as many as six origins gathering here.

Now, the Pure White Holy Mother holds the geographical advantage of the Pure White Land, and unites the good and evil origins, significantly boosting her power. If she succeeds in her plan and swallows the other three people in one go, her strength could rival that of the ’Father.’ Shouldn’t we..."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Hearing this, Omnia Cicada shook his head vigorously, leaving the Yellow King who entertained wild ideas and walked away.

"You have no idea about the Food God. If he’s not confident or lacks adequate information, he would never expose himself carelessly! Now, he’s not being ferreted out, rather, he revealed himself intentionally, which means he’s assured of victory!"