Chapter 1 Light God is the Servant of the Sun? Which Sun?

Zhang Yuanqing's mind was somewhat shaken by this sudden information.

Considering the level and status of the Goddess of Beauty, Aphrodite, the sun they were talking about was probably, possibly, maybe, the Lord of the Sun.

And if that was connected to the contemporary succubus's request that the Lord of the Sun marry her as a return on investment, then "probably, possibly, maybe" could almost certainly be dropped.

The Light God is a servant of the Lord of the Sun…

The Light God's followers can control the power of the sun; the Light Compass is an important medium for communicating with the sun, and fragments of the compass can open up sun dungeons.

The Light God belongs to the Third District, but was active in the First District in ancient times. The Light Compass is the only high-level item from the Third District in the world today. Apart from that, no other high-level items from other professions have been found…

At that moment, many fragmented pieces of information and clues automatically surfaced in his mind, piecing themselves together into a complete intelligence report.

A flash of insight sparked in his mind, and he understood. "So that's how it is."

While Zhang Yuanqing was lost in thought, he "heard" Cupid ask Aphrodite, "A servant of the sun? Mother, you're not talking about the sun hanging in the sky, are you?"

Aphrodite responded with a silent look, not answering him.

Cupid continued, "Mother, don't worry. I can use my golden arrow to make the Light God fall in love with you!"

Aphrodite sighed and laughed, "The Light God can ignore my charm, let alone your little arrow. However, just because the Arrow of Desire is ineffective doesn't mean the Arrow of Rejection can't be used."

The memory fragment ended there. Another valuable fragment was: In a castle late at night, Cupid hid outside a window, drew back his small bow, and shot a lead-gray arrow at a beautiful woman in the room.

Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes, took out the Yata Mirror from his chest, and canceled the doppelganger.

He sighed. Now the grudges between the Goddess of Beauty and the Light God were finally clear.

No wonder the Light God hated the Goddess of Beauty so much. Cupid's actions were instigated and hinted at by her.

The Goddess of Beauty didn't die unjustly.

Zhang Yuanqing turned his gaze back to the mural, staring intently. This time, he had a different understanding.

The golden frog was likely a demigod-level item from the Eros profession, one of the administrator permissions. The Goddess of Beauty wanted to step into a higher level, becoming an 11th or even 12th level demigod.

She needed to absorb the original god, becoming the Mother Goddess.

The words "Mother Goddess" actually explained that the golden frog represented authority.

The scenes in the latter half of the mural, where countless creatures were copulating around the golden giant clam, shouldn't be the Goddess of Beauty using the painting to metaphorize reality, but were actually true.

Countless years ago, countless creatures really did engage in wanton lewdness around the original god, creating little people.

At this point, Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but recall the terrible and chaotic ethics of Greek mythology.

Greek mythology, like the myths of the First District, was an alternate history of the Spirit Realm. Many stories and characters might be fictional, but the social atmosphere, customs, and order of the time were likely real. The ethical relationships of the gods in Greek mythology were extremely chaotic, and the God-King was an even bigger stud than the Demon Lord: sleeping with goddesses, sleeping with women, and even not letting go of the Goddess of Beauty's animals.

More than a third of the mural depicted the copulation of men and women.

The two could be matched, and it was likely the social atmosphere at the time.

Influenced by the golden clam, the original god, the civilization formed a culture of promiscuity.

Following this line of thought, the level of the golden clam, the original god, was worth pondering. It could influence the gods, including the God-King, and dominate the civilizational foundation of a myth.

It shouldn't be a simple demigod item.

Zhang Yuanqing looked at the first mural again, the scene of the giant golden clam spitting out the gods.

If what the golden frog spat out wasn't gods, wasn't living beings, but administrator permissions of the various professions, then everything would be logically complete.

Because they were born from the golden clam, their nature would be influenced by the "God of Procreation," and the gods would be filled with the instinct to reproduce at all times.

"What a lot of information…" Zhang Yuanqing sighed.

He felt relieved because he had unlocked the real reason why the succubus had invested in him. Although his little aunt Diana had mentioned it, the Daoist Heavenly Venerate was as suspicious as Cao Cao.

Only information that he had verified himself could he truly trust. The relationship between the Light God and the Lord of the Sun also solved his doubts about the Light Compass.

Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath, and let the gathered information settle in his heart, finally saying, "There's no time to lose, let's sacrifice Cupid."

Erigal snorted. "We should have done this a long time ago. Delaying will only ruin things. What if the High Priest attacks now? How will you deal with it?"

Zhang Yuanqing smiled. "What's the rush? If he doesn't come in the afternoon, he won't come at night. If I'm not mistaken, we'll only see the Light God's High Priest disciple tomorrow at sunrise, so he can exert his strongest combat power under the sunlight. Fighting in the dark might weaken him. Otherwise, a sneak attack at night would be the safest option, without giving Paphos Island a chance to sacrifice."

Of course, it might be a plot kill. The dungeon might not allow the High Priest to attack at night.

After all, if a peak Ruler in a level 7 dungeon didn't act with some decorum, the Lingjing Xingzhe wouldn't have a way to survive.

While the two were talking, Cytheria took Cupid's corpse. She cut her jade finger with her nail, squeezed out a drop of bright red blood, and smeared it on the golden clam shell. The blood was instantly absorbed by the clam shell. Then, the clam shell slowly opened, revealing a chaos that was invisible to the naked eye, and bottomless.

The humid, dark underground chamber was instantly filled with vitality.

Zhang Yuanqing felt like a mortal who had been injected with adrenaline, or had taken several breaths of pure chlorine. His body cells were active, his blood was flowing, and his state was unbelievably good.

At the same time, hormones were rapidly secreted, uncontrollably wanting to reproduce with the opposite sex and have children.

Others had similar feelings. The three goddesses looked at Amini with increasingly hungry and impatient eyes.

"After sacrificing to the original god, you must pray sincerely, and he will create powerful warriors," Cytheria explained, resisting her lust and throwing Cupid into the abyss-like chaos.

The latter's small body instantly sank into it and disappeared.

The golden clam shell slowly closed. Cytheria drew mysterious and strange runes on the shell with her blood-stained finger. Then, she pressed her palm against the shell and chanted a spell.

With the obscure spell, the clam shell emitted a faint golden light, and powerful life force and power were brewing inside.

Cytheria breathed a sigh of relief and said, turning her head, "The original god is very satisfied with Cupid's bloodline and has agreed to my request."

It felt like a super warrior incubator.

In this game called Lingjing, what kind of authority did she correspond to? Life creation was the job of a musician, and it shouldn't be related to the original god.

Currently, it seemed that a Ruler could create a Ruler-level warrior. To deal with the Light God and the Goddess of Beauty, she probably had to sacrifice herself.

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the clam shell that was slowly gestating life. "How long will it take?"

Zhang Yuanqing thought, "Are you kidding me? If you can't even corrupt a super warrior by tomorrow morning, I can only take the entire population of Paphos Island to kneel and surrender. Resisting for one more minute would be disrespecting a peak Ruler."

He sighed. "That's the only way!"

"May the original god bless us, and a new life be hatched before dawn."

The group left the underground chamber. Zhang Yuanqing secretly left the Ninth Elder of the Southern School to guard, preventing anyone from entering the underground and destroying the super warrior's incubation.

After returning to the ground, he woke up the comatose demigods, and also healed their soul-level wounds.

The "demigods" woke up one after another, their eyes still filled with fear and unease. The scene before they passed out lingered in their minds.

Cupid was dead, and he died in Amini's hands.

Mnemone walked up to them, her tone majestic. "The collapse of the underground chamber has been repaired. You don't have to work anymore. Go back and rest."

The demigods looked at each other, unable to believe that the four divine children were so calm, and didn't even turn against Amini.

This made them even more uneasy, suspecting that the divine children had conspired to kill Cupid.

But the illegitimate children had a low status, no voice, and didn't dare to question or accuse the legitimate children, so they dispersed uneasily.

Erigal flapped his wings and flew to the top of the towering clock tower, standing like a sculpture on the roof, watching the surroundings.

Cytheria's eyes flashed with watery light, and she gently bit her red lips, looking charming.

"Oh, dear Amini, the nights are long, and my room is empty and cold. I need your broad chest and warm embrace."

Cynthia said angrily, "He is my lover and should go back to the room with me."

Mnemone didn't speak, and forcefully took Amini's hand.

Seeing that the three sisters were at daggers drawn and the atmosphere was getting worse, Zhang Yuanqing sighed, "My dears, you don't know anything about my abilities. Tonight, you will accompany me, not me accompany you."

The Eros effect of the golden arrow and the influence of the original god had ignited his desires.

The four of them hugged and entered Cytheria's spire. A few minutes later, a small square window lit up with a dim candlelight. In the candlelight, three peach-like round buttocks were raised, neatly arranged in front of Zhang Yuanqing.

The next day, at dawn, Zhang Yuanqing woke up in the entanglement of women's jade legs and lotus arms, walked to the window and looked out. The east was already showing a fish-belly white, and the sun was about to rise.

The sky was cyan, the sea breeze was clear, and on the distant towering clock tower, Erigal stood like a statue.

The castle was quiet, and the slaves had not yet woken up.

Zhang Yuanqing took a few deep breaths of fresh air. Perhaps because most of his vital essence had been released last night, he was still in a sage time.

His brain was extremely clear, uninfluenced by beauty and desire.

Looking back at the three goddesses lying naked, Zhang Yuanqing looked calm. After experiencing many Eros profession dungeons, he had evolved into an old driver.

Having seen countless big scenes, and even participated in them personally, these small troubles were ordinary.

"I don't seem to like them that much anymore. Emotionally, I still love them deeply, but reason can overcome desire. Unlike last night, my mind was only filled with eroticism, deep penetration, and deep-rooted love. This shows that the Eros arrow of Cupid is not forever effective. It will slowly fade over time, or with the increase in the number of pleasures… There is no forever fresh love in the world, which is truly reasonable."

Zhang Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief. He clearly distinguished between the dungeon and reality.

In that case, it reduced many of his worries.

At this moment, Erigal on the top of the clock tower suddenly let out a sharp cry.

Mnemone, Cytheria, and Cynthia on the bed instantly opened their eyes.

At the same time, Zhang Yuanqing sensed a powerful aura rapidly approaching.

The High Priest is coming!