The screen displayed only one channel currently broadcasting the news.

A fluffy, long-haired little sprite read the news script with a crisp and melodious voice.

Recently, the inaugural prime minister of the dark empire, Ling Daufu, addressed the audience.

Under the guidance of our divine leader, chapter 312, Amy Leica, the construction of the seventh city, has been completed.

A breaking news report announces that the fifth demagod of the divine kingdom, Fonglu, has begun attending the central school of the first elven city.

The news travels swiftly.

Suzie Han takes a bite of a sweet pastry while nodding at the television.

Chi-Chi, wiping her nose, discards the tissue into the nearby trash bin, remarking, "Hung, your divine kingdom is progressing quite rapidly.

" Suzie Han's expression falters as she gazes at the television, her vision slightly blurred.

There remains a vast distance to cover.

Merely building a few structures and inventing trivial items is not enough.

Her voice is light and airy, as she states.

Indeed, there is still much to be accomplished.

In comparison to the advanced technology and rapid civilization of blue star, the current state of the divine kingdom falls short.

Even with her guidance and the extraordinary powers of divine and spiritual energy replacing technology, it is still far from the level of development she is accustomed to.

Just like her own cultivation, although it has progressed swiftly, is still woefully inadequate.

Chi-Chi senses Sue Xihan's emotions and offers comfort, saying, "How could this place be akin to Blue Star? The foundational logic is entirely different.

Your followers can create these spiritual energy products that is truly impressive, far superior to that bunch from the outer divine realm.

" After speaking, Chi-Chi attempts to praise Suzi Han further, but a sudden sneeze interrupts her, causing her to sneeze multiple times in quick succession.

Fortunately, she acts swiftly, covering her face with a tissue, otherwise the pastries and fruits on the coffee table would surely be ruined.

Seeing this, Suzi Han promptly pours a cup of hot water and places it beside Chi-Chi.

A few hours later, Suzi Han feels considerably better, all symptoms of her cold having dissipated.

However, Chi-Chi appears to be fairing worse.

In response to Suzi Han's concern, Chi-Chi reassures her, "I am fine.

It is merely a mild detoxification reaction.

I shall be well enough by tomorrow.

Suzie Han discreetly consults the light screen to inquire the system and upon confirming that Chi-Chi speaks the truth and that there is no grave concern.

She feels relieved.

I shu Suzi Hon silently murmurs this name, sensing that she will inevitably encounter her.

Creek, creek, creek.

The grand doors swing open.

A tall elf adorned in a gown of water green and soft yellow with a voluminous skirt embellished with flowers strides in her small leather heels click upon the blood spattered floor of the grand hall.

The entire temple is a grotesque mix of blood and dismembered limbs scattered half-hazardly.

Not far off, there are even what appear to be remnants of vomit.

Aashifu raises her feather fan to cover her nose, glancing disdainfully at the chaos on the floor.

rolling her eyes in disapproval.

How utterly ungraceful.

Her gaze sweeps across the hall until it lands on a filthy girl huddled in the corner.

The girl's made outfit is tattered, stained with dried blood as she clutches herself tightly in her corner, trembling at the sound of footsteps echoing through the hall.

Tallp top.

The sound of her small heels striking the floor is crisp.

Like a quail, the girl shrinks further into her corner, trembling incessantly.

The footsteps come to a halt.

Kale, your name is now Amy Alica.

You're our princess.

The young girl trembled incessantly upon hearing this, clutching herself tightly, too afraid to raise her gaze, her form shrinking further, as if such a posture could offer her a semblance of safety.

She sought to forget the dreadful deeds she had committed.

She was merely a humble maid, a simple goddess of happiness.

Why must she endure such tribulations? The girl dare not look up.

Is sighed.

Oh, you clever when is least appropriate.

Amia, embrace your rebirth.

Forget all about Kale and Cassie.

Isif raised her hand.

Boundless divine power surged forth, lightening the very essence of the temple as blood and severed limbs evaporated into nothingness.

The entire sanctum shimmerred, layers of magical formations materializing before her.

No one could have anticipated that this sacred natural temple was in fact Isf's concealed artifact, the forge of forging.

Various long-lost forbidden divine grade formations and arcane rituals concerning life and transformation were inscribed upon this artifact.

In a corner, the girl found herself unable to control her body.

Swept into the center of the formation by divine energy, she opened her eyes to behold those intricate patterns.

Terror filled her gaze.

Behind the formations loomed an inescapable aura of resentment and malice.

Utterly horrifying.

Her final sight was as if smile before Kale succumbed to unconsciousness.

Chapter 313.

A fortuitous awakening.

Awakening an opportune moment displaying unexpected wit.

Such misfortune seemed to plague me.

Is stroed gracefully to the divine throne and settled herself.

The process of reconstruction is indeed a troublesome affair.

Gazing upon the girl being refined in midair, Isif gestured with her fingers, manipulating the girl form, altering this and adjusting that until her shape transformed.

Releasing her grip, the magical array in the grand hall commenced its automatic refining process.

In truth, life can be rather monotonous.

The recreation of a new existence is quite a tedious endeavor.

Lydia, I am famished.

Bring me some fruit, Isf exclaimed.

Her voice echoed through the temple, reaching the resting quarters of the maidens in the side hall.

Lydia, Lydia, Lydia, she called thrice, yet received no response.

How could this be? A surge of divine power spread through her.

Suddenly, Isif realized that she had sent Lydia to feed Kale.

Alas, she had perished, consumed, thus rendered incapable of responding.

Is truly lamentable to lose a loyal and charming companion.

Now it seemed too late for resurrection.

Her divine essence had been assimilated.

Sigh.

How unfortunate that Cassie s demise was so abrupt, leaving no time for nurturing and innovating new life.

Her divine soul and essence have been squandered.

Cassie was the fruit of much effort and naturally it would not be wasted.

Having dealt with the troublesome Stalia is returned to her divine domain.

She was compelled to risk the contamination of the abyss by hastening the merging of this batch of maidens.

H she had sent Lydia in because she was too knowledgeable and exceptionally useful which had triggered her own susceptibility to the taint.

Is knocked her head in mild frustration exclaiming, "My mind is truly inept.

Apart from Isif and the reformed entity known as Aia, the entire floating island was devoid of life.

Reflecting on her lost Lydia, Isif felt a wave of discontent wash over her.

For instance, at this moment, wishing for fruit, she found none to bring her, not even appeal.

It was all the fault of those vile contraptions from the blue star, those wicked metal monstrosities, disrupting my plans and robbing me of my maidens.

Isif cursed vehemently.

Although Lydia was her own doing, she never regretted the internal strife.

Instead, casting blame upon the other deities.

Suddenly, Isif felt an itch in her ears, sensing something a miss.