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My Goddess is Good at Pretending

Imagination was the eye of the soul, the beginning of creation. Despite her immense power, the Supreme Goddess of Mysterious Origin had to seal herself after saving the world from the threat of destruction. However, she was sent to another world by the universe's will. Ely was a girl suffering from partial memory loss. She was known as the shrine priestess of the Sacred Mountain. One day, she received the holy mission to unseal her Goddess Master. She got her priorities straight. However... The pets she adopted became the Demon Kings, capable of suppressing the world. The tree she planted became the World Tree, forming a bridge between heaven and earth. The passerby who received enlightenment from her became the Sage who led the entire generation. The disciples she nurtured became bigshots known across the three worlds. When she looked back... The street painter who pestered her for her handicrafts and paintings turned out to be a God. The young priestess she recruited was actually the number one saintess from the Divine World. She was known as the holy saintess. Yet, she still referred to herself as a mortal.

YuuZu · ファンタジー
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652 Chs

The Storm is Over

Feng Xue faced two dilemmas. She had to protect Mingyue and wait for the battle's outcome, but she had to rescue her servants as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, she couldn't leave Mingyue alone because Mingyue's cultivation base was still at Nascent Soul Realm. Her father's minions could kidnap Mingyue in a thousand ways that she couldn't imagine during the ongoing chaos.

"Sister?" Mingyue could feel her elder sister's anxiety from their intertwined hands. Her sister wouldn't let go of her hand, but she knew her sister also wanted to rescue Ling Guang and the other servants.

*Whoosh*

The gentle spiritual wind blew, and the domain before them gradually vanished.

The Soul Fox Deity stepped out of the spiritual wind suppression with the grace of a dignified winner.

Her appearance was still neat and charming, without the slightest trace of battle visible.