He understands contamination... better than I do?

After delivering a cryptic remark, the Pure White Holy Mother fell silent, the stillness extending to the earring, devoid of any motion. She closed her eyes briefly, as if making a resolute decision, then fiercely crushed the earring in her hand, dispersing the Holy Light that had enveloped her.

And with the blurry shroud of Holy Light stripped away, the Pure White Holy Mother’s full appearance, which had never been completely revealed, was finally exposed.

Her left half retained its graceful contours — wings as wide and as pure as the first snow clung to a bare back, their interstices revealing skin that flowed with a pearlescent glow, outshining even the Holy Light that had previously enveloped her... yet this beauty only sustained itself so far.

From crown to toes, from shoulders to the curves of the hips, after embracing countless demons within the ten thousand Evil Abysses, the right half of the Pure White Holy Mother’s body had undergone an extremely thorough reconstruction.

Jagged bone spurs pierced through flesh, menacingly protruding over black Scale Armor, thick as asphalt, as a black oily paste flowed from closed blood-red compound eyes. Flesh wings, with blood vessels crawling across their surfaces, spread eerily, their cracked tips opening and closing with the wind, emitting harsh, eerie screeches.

"Hmm? Can’t hold back anymore?"

On the right half of her face, a tightly shut eye opened, and deep purple lips stretched back continuously, pulling all the way to the roots of her ear, forming a wide grin.

"How wonderful, you’re deciding to acknowledge my existence rather than continue ignoring me?"

The Pure White Holy Mother’s right side quipped while trying to shake its head sideways, seemingly wanting to tear itself away from her body, only for its movement to be halted immediately and pressed firmly back into place by her hand.

"It’s not about acceptance or rejection."

After forcibly pressing the other half of "herself" back, the left half of the Pure White Holy Mother’s face spoke coldly:

"The real you is already dead. The current you is not the powerful Evil Abyss Dominator, just the residual consciousness cultivated from your corpse, a tool I use to absorb those demons’ power."

"Alright, alright, I am a tool, a useful and obedient tool, hahaha!"

With a nod and a laugh, the right half of the Pure White Holy Mother’s face said with interest:

"So, why did the omnipotent Pure White Holy Mother suddenly change her mind, not completely absorbing me, but instead actively awakening this residual consciousness?"

Of course, it’s because you are useful, extremely useful.

Not paying attention to the right half’s provocation, the Pure White Holy Mother continued toward the Pure Land, asking indifferently:

"I’m about to go to war with someone, and like during your lifetime he seems to possess the ability to directly contaminate an enemy’s soul, causing them to fall. So, I need you to help me fend him off, can you do it?"

"Certainly can."

The right half of the Pure White Holy Mother’s face... or rather, the entity cultivated from the Evil Abyss Dominator’s corpse chuckled and, intrigued, countered: 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"But our relationship doesn’t seem good enough for a side-by-side battle, right? If you expect me to fend him off, that would inevitably mean loosening the control on me, and by then..."

"By then, I will let you go."

"?!!!"

Hearing the words of the Pure White Holy Mother, the consciousness remains of the Evil Abyss Dominator paused slightly, going silent and eventually asking cautiously:

"Who are you planning to fight? Could it be... number 1? Has she targeted you again?"

"It’s not number 1, it’s number 3."

Number 3?

Hearing that, the residual consciousness of the Evil Abyss Dominator furrowed brows in surprise, asking with some amazement:

"The one whose birth caused their race to flee Old Soil, leading to chaos between corresponding roots, only recently awakening — number 3?"

"Precisely him."

"To deal with him, you’re willing to let me go?"

Faced with confusion, the Evil Abyss Dominator questioned:

"Even if it’s just residual consciousness, I am still a demon. If you truly were to release me, at least half of what you’ve extracted from those demons these days would be lost — does that not concern you?"

Of course it concerns me, but if sacrificing you can secure number 3’s submission to me, such a trade is not unacceptable and might even be highly profitable!

"Whether it concerns or not is my issue, you just need to decide whether to cooperate."

After briefly closing her eyes, the Pure White Holy Mother looked expressionlessly at the old ox, furiously clawing at the Pure Land ahead, raised her left hand, and stated:

"Do it or not?"

"..."

To do or not to do... If merely helping her fend off contamination can exchange for freedom and so many things...

Upon hearing the Pure White Holy Mother’s question, the consciousness remains of the Evil Abyss Dominator, which had been eliminated before Leon arrived in reality and thus never met him, weighed the temptation, ultimately unable to resist, and actively raised a right hand covered in scales, slapping fiercely onto the Pure White Holy Mother’s left hand!

"I’m in! No one understands contamination better than me!"

...

"What... what is that?!!!"

Just as the Pure White Holy Mother fought internally, exploiting the Evil Abyss Dominator’s ignorance of news since his early demise to fool herself a disaster-shield, the excavating behavior of the grand old ox already stunned angels across the entire Pure White Land.

"Ox! There is an ox!"

"Ox! Such a big ox!"

Echoing the exclamations that invariably accompanied the old ox’s arrival, countless angels rushed from all directions, urgently flying around the rampaging ox, persistently pleading for it to cease its devastation of the land.

Aside from the angels lacking combat capability, those forming the "combat sequence" rallied into a military unit, heroically charging against the enemy desecrating their home... only to fall in waves.

"Poof~~~"

The ox’s enormous nostrils abruptly expanded, ejecting smoke dragon trails nearly three kilometers long, overwhelming the angels oncoming, and momentarily halting under Leon’s command, switching to inhalation aimed at the angels tumbling down unconscious.

Amid the frightened screams of onlooking angels, fumbling down like mosquitoes falling from a scent coil, the angels completely vanished into the unending depths of the ox’s nostrils.

"Stop it!!!"

And by the time the thirteenth batch of angels was sucked away, stronger angels finally started arriving gradually. A dozen angels rivalling ordinary True Gods formed arrays and furiously rushed at the ox heedlessly devouring their kin.

But, under full support from Leon’s dream-origin, the ox’s power exceeded most pillar gods, and merely casting a smoke run through with dreams its way, the arriving angels rolled their eyes collectively, sinking into dreams helplessly.