On them, there was the breath of the stars, the rotation of the seasons, but without exception, they were all true deities.
"You are..."
"Is it you who are stealing souls?"
The essence of autumn surrounded her, and Erinys interrupted in a cold voice. Faced with the questioning, Hestia also realized something.
"Stealing souls, are you the gods of the Spirit Realm?"
"Keto, what exactly have you done?"
Turning to look at Keto, divine power began to swirl around the goddess. Her guess was indeed correct, the other party was definitely not just stealing a few souls.
The gods had not neglected the study of the souls of mortal beings, but no one would care about one or two such incidents.
"Then it seems it was you who did it."
Another figure stepped out of the void, her purple dress swaying, Liana's expression was cold and indifferent. Different from Erinys, behind the Goddess of the Nether Moon, the phantom of the purple moon ebbed and flowed, its moonlight revealing all that was hidden beneath.
The scene beneath the sea was finally exposed, if only a corner.
Spiritual bodies were faintly visible, covering the entire seabed. Seeing this, Liana's expression grew even colder.
"There's no need for words, take her back to the Well of Reincarnation. Since she dared to steal from the Lord, let her pay with her eternal life."
The illusory moonlight emerged behind her, a powerful aura sweeping across all directions. Behind Liana, the three goddesses who governed reincarnation exchanged glances and then took a step forward.
"Yes, it feels like a lifetime ago. Take these million human souls as a gift for my descent to the Mortal Realm, how about that?"
With a smile, Asmodeus had left a deep impression on the Spirit Realm deity closest to Laine.
"...Hmph, seize him!"
With a cold snort, Liana was one of the few in the Spirit Realm who had some understanding of the creation of Hell. Although she recognized the other party, it was not a reason for her to back down.
No matter who it was, anyone who dared to steal from the Spirit Realm's treasure had only one end.
The Spirit Realm was right behind them, so its angels feared nothing.
...
Meanwhile, in the Spirit Realm.
There was no delay this time; on the contrary, Laine moved quickly. With each step he crossed layers of the realm, and it did not take long before he returned to the surface of Mount Sinai.
In the Temple of Lops, it was as empty as when he had left. His glance sweeping through the temple, Laine exchanged looks with the young dragon lying on the dragon egg next to him.
Bai was full of excitement, showing teeth and claws, trying to convey something to Laine. However, she remembered Laine's instructions from before, so she did not make any noise.
With a slight smile, Laine didn't say anything. He simply walked around the desk and sat back in his own seat, lost in thought for a moment.
Seeing this, some finally let go of their worries. Quietly, grey wings descended between the tangible and intangible, and melodious music started to play. A drowsy feeling surged, but in the young dragon's eyes, a different scene seemed to be reflected.
Illusion and reality were alternating, and Bai was witnessing such a strange sight for the first time.