I have been doing quite well in the nature divine system.

" Upon my application, the supervisor brought me here, the girl replied, lifting her head with a look of delight.

"Your Highness Dennis is truly gentle.

You remember my name the first time and still recalls it now.

I'm incredibly fortunate to encounter you here.

You do have responsibilities, do you not? Do not linger here for too long, Dennis advised, resuming his task of grinding the pollen.

To his surprise, the girl did not take or leave.

Instead, she boldly stated, "Forgive my intrusion," and took a seat opposite him.

She produced a gemstone and placed it upon the table.

"This is a specialty for my divine nation, a gift to apologize for disturbing you.

I hope you do not find it wanting.

" On the table lay a green divine grade gemstone, glistening with an icy luster, exuding an aura of extraordinary purity.

"This gem is the finest produced by the gem trance of my divine realm.

An exceptionally pure stone.

A pure gem for a pure prince," she concluded.

With that, Cassie Amy rose, bowed once more, and expressed her apologies before turning to leave.

Dennis gazed at the fleeting figure of the young girl, narrowing his eyes.

This realm of deities is truly detestable.

Even a girl is innocent as she is ins snared in its wickedness.

Each deity bears guilt, himself included.

Every god is both a candidate for ascendance and a source of sustenance for the abyss.

Dennis let out a sigh.

The emerald upon the table gleamed with a brilliance that was almost blinding.

Chapter 291.

Where is the seed? The emerald still bore the lingering scent of fresh blood, suffused with the essence of a recently severed soul.

Despite its lack of red hue, it appeared stained with a color more vivid than the pollen upon his fingertips.

The divine tear, a selection of the lowly subservience amidst billions, also represented the most rudimentary sustenance of the divine realm.

The maiden ventured deeper into the forest, seemingly lost to sight.

A distant scream pierced the air, a cry of anguish from the girl.

It seemed she was in torment.

Dennis appeared oblivious.

Engrossed in grinding the crimson powder in his palm.

As for the verdant divine gemstone, he did not dain to touch it.

High upon the cloud platform, the temperamental goddess adjac pointed downwards at the sea of flowers, exclaiming, "How petty! Sister Stoilia, why involve my maid servant? She had merely gifted a gemstone.

yet seem to have not harmed your heart in the slightest.

Why? Axo sister, you are one of the five exalted deities.

Such behavior is unbecoming.

A jac hands on her hips, puffed out her cheeks and glared, her gestures and expressions exceedingly vivid.

Are you not also one of the five principal gods? The oldest in the divine realm, yet you still feain youth, Stulia retorted, her grip tightening.

This voluuptuous goddess moved with a natural grace, devoid of any malice.

Yet the girl within the flowering grove writhed in greater agony, her divine flames flickering uncontrollably.

The divine essence upon her chest shimmerred, threatening to burst forth at any moment.

Had it not been for a protective force safeguarding her, she would have been reduced to fragments by now.

You're being unreasonable, allowing the maid to approach Dennis while forbidding me to act.

Stoilia said, "You are the one being unreasonable.

My reincarnated body is scarcely a century old.

Why accuse me of figning youth?" Furthermore, dear sister, must you always resort to conspiracy theories? I harbor no such thoughts.

Your divine son is as dectable as a dessert.

Is it not reasonable for one to gaze upon it? Truly, this is excessive.

In the midst of their quarrel, the girl collapsed, barely clinging to life.

Release me and I shall reveal to you where Bradley and that woman s seed lies.

Ever since Bradley's demise, I know you have yearned to uncover this.

Stoilia loosened her grip.

Her gaze fixed intently upon adjacent flirtation, would find this dull-witted maid so significant.

Ajac delighted in nurturing such simpletons among her ranks.

As if grasping Stuia's implication, Aj involuntarily explained, "I keep her because she is rather foolish.

" Her gemstone trance flourish particularly well like a trackslike.

The more simplistic the deity that the gemstone trance worship, the purer their faith, and thus the better the gemstones develop.

Gazing into Stuia's eyes, Ajac suddenly realized she had inadvertently divulged her secret.

"Cursed sister," she thought, to have just cast a charm upon her, and in a moment of carelessness, I fell victim.

Fortunately, I did not disclose more information.

For instance, the creation of the gem tray ant is a remarkable endeavor, a unique economic crop of her own invention, exhibiting high conversion efficiency and serving as a clean biological energy source.

Fortunately, this secret has remained undisclosed.

Where the seeds pressed for answers, this inquiry was the very reason she had intercepted the passing is.

She had not anticipated that Bradley would perish so swiftly, leaving her no time to act.

After all, they had been together for quite some time, and she felt compelled to take some action.

In chapter 292, something is a miss at so she turned her gaze toward Fonlu, the familiar she had brought back through her avatar, this fresh adversarial companion.

As she scrutinized the appearance of this treeman, an odd sense of familiarity washed over her.

The face, the features seemed increasingly recognizable.

Yet, she struggled to pinpoint the source of this recognition.

Although her expression remained inscrable, her mind raced, contemplating the origin of this uncanny familiarity.

Upon ascending to divinity, she had acquired certain intuitive perceptions, subtle instincts that demanded attention.

Fongloo sensed the deity's gaze upon her.

Moments ago, the deity she revered had brought her here, where she beheld an even more powerful entity, identical in appearance to her previous deity, the avatar in the true form.

In that instant, Flu realized this distinction.

The true form of the deity exuded an air of aloofness, far removed from the lively demeanor of the avatar.

Suspended in midair, the deity regarded her with an expression devoid of discernible emotion.

Foam knelt beneath this divine presence, enveloped by a dim environment illuminated solely by the portales light.

A hazy glow from phosphorescent flora surrounding her.

A chill crept over her, her body gradually stiffening.

Was she being scorned? Indeed, as a lowly treeman with a frail and unappealing existence.

How could she dare to seek the attention of a deity? To have received a divine name was already a stroke of fortune.

Even if she were to be cast aside in the next moment, it would still be worthwhile.

The gift of rebirth, even for a fleeting second, was a treasure in itself.

Fonglu gazed intently at the deity, her eyes straining to remain open, unwilling to blink, she yearned to imprint this divine visage deep within her heart.

Thus, even if stripped of her name and her heart carved out, she might retain some meager memory as a tether.

As this thought crossed her mind, a sharp pain surged from her heartwood.

Intense fluctuations of her soul and emotions drained her spirit, culminating in a tiny crystal forming on her forehead, emerald and vibrant, infused with divine essence.

This essence ignited.

Suzie Han moved, seizing foam l by the throat and lifting the treeman girl off the ground, demanding, "Who sent you to approach?" The dark sun rose, enveloping both of them in its embrace.

In that fleeting moment, as the divine power ignited, Suzi Han sensed a familiar aura.

Was this not the frenzied essence of that chaotic outer god, the so-called benevolent space goddess, Alimia, who unleashed the abyssal mad god? Fortunately, this peculiar entity was discovered and brought back by her avatar.

Had it been uncovered by companion, the consequences could have been dire.

With unyielding grip, Suzanne tightened her hold on the girl s neck, showing no mercy.

The delicate fair skin of the girl nearly fractured, releasing a trickle of pinkish blood that revealed wooden fibrous veins.

She did not struggle, nor did she resist, despite possessing the strength of level eight.

She made no attempt to summon her spiritual energy in defiance.

This was almost a betrayal of biological instinct.

Instead, she gazed at Suzie Han as one would at a cherished object, her eyes brimming with emotion.

Encountering the divine being is indeed a stroke of fortune for Fonglu.