In the dark, deep cavern, such a decayed female head was indeed startling and terrifying. Zhang Yuanqing spread his palm, gathering a cluster of golden flames that emitted a gentle, yet not intense, glow—primarily to illuminate the Elven Queen. The head on the stone bed was severely decayed: her golden hair had turned dry and straw-like, her eyes wide open and lifeless, the whites of her eyes gray and still, and her face a shade of gray-black. Zhang Yuanqing turned to the Elven Queen and asked, "Who is she?" The Elven Queen knelt down, deeply bowing before the head, and then answered, "She should be... the Goddess of Beauty." The Goddess of Beauty? Zhang Yuanqing's pupils slightly contracted, stunned by the Elven Queen's response. He asked with a touch of verification, "Is she the Goddess of Beauty from the mythological legends?" If it were the Goddess of Beauty from the mythology of the second major region, that would be extraordinary—a semi-divine powerhouse. The Queen of the Elves spoke with a soft, melodious voice: "According to the secret passed down through generations of our people, it is exactly as I've said." Zhang Yuanqing nodded thoughtfully. "Who killed her, and severed her head?" The goddess of beauty is the embodiment of both love and desire, and also of beauty itself. As my uncle described, the demon who serves as president of the Goddess Association is so breathtakingly beautiful that even half-gods from the evil faction have been unable to overcome her. Precisely because of this unparalleled charm—so potent it borders on a flaw—has the offensive power of love-and-desire-based professions remained so weak. What entity could possibly defeat a half-god of love and desire? The truth behind this is deeply unsettling. The Queen of the Elves shook her head. "I don't know..." Zhang Yuanqing said calmly. "Tell me everything you know, Queen of the Elves. If you are not sincere, you will never see the sunrise again." The Queen looked visibly apprehensive and hurried to add, "All I know are the secrets passed down through generations of our people, though I cannot confirm their truth." Pausing, and seeing the demon occupying Alice's body offering no response, she continued: "The ancestors of the elves trace back to ancient times, when they were hunters living in this forest. One day, while hunting in the mountains, their ancestor happened to witness the scene of the goddess's death: golden arrows pierced the goddess's chest, and the luminous deity severed her head, then cast it away in disgust." "This is exactly how the ancestor described it, and the words have been passed down through generations among the elves." With the faint golden light, the Queen of the Elves glanced toward the distant head: "The ancestor found the goddess's head and brought it back home, after which the women of the mountains gained beautiful appearances and alluring bodies. "The men, on the other hand, became slaves—tools for reproduction—serving as attendants to the goddess's messengers in the forest. Over many, many years, the elven tribes came into being. "Ever since, the elven people have guarded the goddess's head, and the secret has been preserved only among each successive ruler." "It's no wonder the elves forbid their people from investigating the origin of the love-inducing gas— their "divine power" stems from this very skull; without the skull, they lose everything. Zhang Yuanqing asked, "Who is the deity radiating golden light?" The elven queen replied, "Our ancestors believed it to be the God of Light." The God of Light? Zhang Yuanqing stroked his chin, drawing upon memories of the less familiar Greek myths. In Greek mythology, the God of Light is Apollo, the handsome son of Zeus, who presides over the sun, medicine, agriculture, music, navigation, migration, and prophecy. A versatile male deity, renowned for his exceptional beauty and beloved by all goddesses as a dream suitor. Yet Zhang Yuanqing did not believe that Apollo—the God of Light—had been slain, because Apollo never existed. Among the various professions in the second region, there is no single profession that corresponds to the divine authority of the God of Light; he is a fictional deity. Radiating golden light? It can't be the second-largest pantheon of the Day-Traveling Deities—whether it's the golden arrows or the deities radiating golden light, both align perfectly with the Day-Traveling Deity profession. Yet, during the mythological era, how did the Day-Traveling Deities end up in the first-largest region? Augustus the vampire once mentioned that the Zeus and Odin mythological traditions each have strong territorial consciousness and rarely interfere with one another. As one of the three major pantheons in the spiritual realm, the Day-Traveling Deities should never have intruded upon the territories of other mythological traditions. As his thoughts turned, Zhang Yuanqing pulled out the "Six-Root-Clear Bamboo" once more, lightly tapping the Queen of the Elves to restore her Six-Root-Clear state. He suppressed the urge to ask the Queen to give him a tap, bearing the cost of the item's usage, and with his palm supporting a fire orb, walked toward the stone bed. He placed his hand upon the decaying head of the goddess of beauty, and after a few seconds, the item information appeared: 【Name: ???】 【Type: ???】 【Function: ???】 【Description Zhang Yuanqing felt momentarily stumped, as though the note had been deliberately challenging him. Yet he had now confirmed the identity of the head—indeed, it was the head of the goddess of beauty. Given his own status, he could not have seen it clearly; it must have belonged to someone of semi-divine rank. Though the body had already perished for countless eons, he now reached out and touched the pearl necklace at the neck of the head, and the item information appeared: 【Name: Pearl of Intimacy】 【Type: Accessory】 【Function: Pleasure】 【Description: A pearl born alongside a being whose nature is indescribable, it governs the union between men and women.】 【Note: It revives every 12 hours.】 I recall from Greek mythology that the goddess of beauty emerged from a shell—this pearl necklace, therefore, is her companion artifact, much like the spirit of the lunar month. Hmm, the function matches as well—both are quite singular. Such specialized items often possess effects that are overwhelmingly powerful! Zhang Yuan was about to remove the necklace when, in his peripheral vision, he noticed that the eyes of the goddess—once highly decayed—glistened with a dull gray-white stillness, then moved with a slow, bubbling motion, fixed directly upon him. The very next moment, a sharp mental roar erupted from within the skull that had been dead for over a decade: "Light God!" Even for a dual-occupation master with such a powerful soul, the sound sent waves of dizziness through him, as if steel needles had been driven deep into his head, causing unbearable pain. Along with this roar, the mountain cave came to life—its stone shell peeled away, revealing fresh, vibrant flesh, transforming the entire cave into the hollow body of some colossal creature. Hey! She's still alive? The Light God? The very one who killed her is the Light God! While calming the tremors in his spirit, Zhang Yuan could not help but feel a surge of profound astonishment. Is there really a Light God? Suddenly, a piece of equipment came to mind: the Compass of Light. Although it's unclear whether there's a connection between the two, taken literally, the Luminous Compass is the most compelling evidence for the existence of the Luminous God. According to the current conjectures of the half-gods, the Luminous Compass likely originates from the Third Region, since prophecy is not a skill traditionally associated with the first or second regions. So, is the Luminous God of Greek mythology—known for his prophetic abilities—originating from the Third Region? And why would he kill the goddess of beauty, a deity of the same lawful order? Zhang Yuanqing found himself filled with numerous questions and speculations, yet reality demanded his full attention—the stone shells of the cave walls were continuously peeling away, stones falling from the ceiling, revealing fresh, bright red flesh. This flesh swelled and contracted, constantly pulsing. Then, within it, solid, heavy pectoral muscles, full buttocks, and female genitalia began to emerge—both alluring and terrifying, simultaneously startling and enchanting. Countless such forms appeared in dense clusters, creating an overwhelming sense of awe and dread. The mountain cave, subjected to the gradual erosion of the head's aura over the years, has undergone mutation. Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing understands the origin of the seductive gas. Through years of joyful nourishment, the lingering essence of the goddess of beauty has received sustenance and thus revived. A cry of alarm echoes from behind—Queen of the Elves has her feet sinking into the tender flesh, being slowly consumed and absorbed. Anger, reluctance, pain, yearning—Zhang Yuanqing senses the emotions of the residual spirit within the head, recognizing this as the goddess's innate instinct to revive. Should he consume the goddess's spiritual form to gain intelligence? A bold thought flashes through his mind. No, not at all! Though the residual spirit of a half-god may not be particularly strong after decades, the contamination is certainly intense. He must remain mentally clear and composed as he progresses through the quest. Zhang Yuanqing's quiet intuition convinces him to abandon this daring plan. He feels certain that consuming the goddess's spirit would severely compromise his own mental state. At that moment, the head that had lain dormant for endless ages suddenly surged with vibrant life, its decaying flesh transforming into pale skin, and its once lifeless, gray eyes now bright and dewy. The harmonious blend of features was breathtakingly beautiful. Zhang Yuanqing's desire became so intense that he could hardly contain it, yearning to plunge into passionate ecstasy—whether the audience consisted of people or not, he would welcome them all. With no further hesitation, he activated the combined technique of the Sun God and the War God. A clear, radiant golden light filled every corner of the cavern, instantly dulling the vitality of the chest, rounded buttocks, and genital region illuminated by the sun. His breath grew fierce and commanding, embodying the dignity of a war god. Zhang Yuanqing gathered the divine power of the Sun, forming a bow and arrow, aiming precisely at the beauty's head, drawing the bowstring while simultaneously igniting the residual spirits' sense of fear. The stunningly beautiful face revealed an overwhelming, intense terror, its voice trembling with spiritual resonance: "The Light God!!" The golden arrow carried a terrifying heat, striking the brow of the opponent's head. Zhang Yuanqing didn't give him a chance to catch his breath; he swiftly pulled out a bright blue lightning spear from his inventory and hurled it with force, as electric arcs crackled and jumped. "Boom!" A thunderous explosion roared, and a tree-like bolt of lightning, radiating an atmosphere of destruction, engulfed the entire cave. Moments later, Zhang Yuanqing heard the spiritual realm's notification: 【Ping! Congratulations on completing the solo spiritual realm mission—The Forest of Elves, No. 73, Difficulty Level B. Rewards are being settled...】 【Reward settlement in progress... Obtained item/prop: Love Pearl】 【Experience points earned: 3%】 【Main storyline mission completed!】 【Settlement complete. Exiting the spiritual realm in five minutes...】 ... Songhai. Kangyang District Public Security Bureau. Li Dongze, dressed in a neat light gray suit, tapped on the office door of the Public Security Brigade Commander, Chen Yuanjun. "Do you have time this afternoon?" "Li Dongze smiled and said, 'You can take me to meet Lei Yibing's parents.' Chen Yuanjun's eyes lit up, set down his pen, and frowned, 'How long has it been like this?' A few days ago, Li Dongze had proposed a plan: use hypnosis to awaken Lei Yibing's parents' memories! If they had indeed reported the incident to the Kangyang District Public Security Bureau earlier. In the world of the Spirit Realm Travelers, there are many ways to make someone forget certain things, and the most straightforward and effective one is hypnosis. Hypnosis can both help people forget and recall events. Ever since then, Chen Yuanjun has been patiently waiting for Li Dongze's response. Li Dongze shrugged, 'We need to apply to higher-ups to summon the musicians, and the new supervisor hasn't yet fully adjusted to the work pace of Kangyang District. Oh, heaven, every superior I've had has been a swordsman—swordsmen are particularly strict about procedures. He insists that I present the entire situation in full detail, clearly and thoroughly, and only after verifying the facts will he approve.' "Alright, we can deal with the complaints and chatter later," Chen Yuanjun stood up and strode out. "Take me to the musician." "She's right outside the administrative building," Li Dongze guided the way, holding on to his cane.