Is the God of Light a servant of the Sun? Which Sun is that…? Zhang Yuanqing, upon hearing the news, felt a certain shock. Given the stature and level of the Goddess of Beauty, the Sun she mentioned might very well be the Sovereign of the Sun. If one considers the contemporary requirement from the Fae-magi that the Sovereign of the Sun marry her as an investment return, then even the hesitant "maybe, possibly, perhaps" can be entirely removed. The God of Light is a servant of the Sovereign of the Sun… The faithful of the God of Light can harness the divine power of the Sun… The Compass of Light serves as a vital link to the Sun, and its fragments even open up the Sun’s realm… The God of Light belongs to the Third Region, yet was active in the First Region during ancient times… The Compass of Light is the only high-tier artifact from the Third Region in the present age, and no other profession has discovered any other such high-tier artifact… At this moment, numerous fragmented pieces of information and clues spontaneously surfaced in his mind, assembling themselves into a coherent and complete intelligence. A flash of inspiration struck him, bringing forth a clear understanding. Zhang Yuanqing pondered deeply while listening to Cupid ask Aphrodite: "The sun's servant? Mother, are you not referring to the sun that hangs in the sky?" Aphrodite remained silent, offering no reply. Cupid then said, "Mother, don't worry—I can use my golden arrow to make Helios fall in love with you." Aphrodite sighed and smiled, "Even Helios can ignore my charm; how could he be moved by your modest arrow? However, the failure of the arrow of love does not mean that the arrow of resistance will be ineffective." This memory fragment came to an end. Another valuable memory fragment was: in an ancient castle at night, the young Cupid hid outside the window, drew his small bow, and shot a lead-gray arrow toward a beautiful woman inside the room. Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes and, reaching into his chest, produced the eight-armed mirror, thus dissolving his dual presence. He sighed, and now the feud between the goddess of beauty and the god of light was finally clear. It was no wonder the god of light held such deep resentment toward the goddess—Cupid's actions had been encouraged and subtly suggested by her. The goddess's death was far from unjust. Zhang Yuanqing then turned his gaze back to the mural, studying it carefully. This time, he gained a new insight. The golden-shelled giant mussel should be a semi-divine artifact of the domain of love, one of the administrator-level privileges. To advance to a higher rank—specifically, to become an 11th or even 12th-level goddess—required the goddess to embrace the primordial deity and become a mother goddess. The very term "mother goddess" already conveyed the authority embodied by the golden mussel—creation and nurturing. The scenes in the latter part of the mural, depicting countless beings engaging in intimate unions around the golden-shelled mussel, were not merely symbolic representations of reality, but rather, they reflected actual occurrences. Indeed, in times long past, countless beings had passionately engaged in such intimate activities around the primordial deity, creating countless offspring. Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing recalled the often messy and chaotic ethical standards Greek mythology, like that of the second region, presents an alternative history of the spiritual realm; while many stories and characters may be fictional, the social customs, manners, and order of the time were likely authentic. In Greek mythology, the ethical relationships among the gods are profoundly disordered—divine kings consort with nymphs, goddesses, and even mortal women, and they do not spare animals either. In the frescoes depicting the goddess of beauty, over one-third illustrate scenes of male-female intimacy. These observations align well with the prevailing social atmosphere of the time—likely reflecting that very culture. Influenced by the golden mussels, the primordial deity, a civilizational ethos emerged—one of nurturing (and thus, promiscuity). Following this line of reasoning, the nature and significance of the golden mussel (the primordial deity) deserve deeper consideration. It is not merely a semi-divine object but a force capable of shaping the ethical foundations of the divine realm and influencing even the gods themselves. Zhang Yuanqing once again turned his gaze to the first fresco: the colossal golden mussel spewing forth the divine beings. If the golden mussel spews out are not deities or living beings, but rather administrative privileges from various professions, then the entire logic becomes coherent. Since it originated within the golden mussel, its essence naturally bears the influence of the "God of Incarnation," endowing the deities with an ever-present instinct for creation and procreation. What a wealth of information! Zhang Yuanqing internally reflected. He felt at ease and satisfied, having finally uncovered the true reason behind the fairy's investment in him. Although his sister-in-law, Diana, had mentioned this before, the information steward's skepticism was no less than Cao Cao's. Only by personally verifying the facts did he feel truly reassured. Moreover, the relationship between the God of Light and the Sun's Sovereign now resolved his long-standing curiosity about the Light Compass. Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath, allowing the gathered intelligence to settle within him, and finally said, "We should not delay any further—we should now offer Cupid as a sacrifice." Eriphylus scoffed, "It's been overdue! Delaying only serves to worsen matters. If the High Priest arrives at this moment, how will you respond?" Zhang Yuanqing smiled, "Why rush? If he doesn't come in the afternoon, he won't show up at night either. As expected, we'll only see the High Priest when the sun rises tomorrow. "The followers of the Light God can only reach their peak strength under full daylight," he added. "Fighting in darkness might weaken them—otherwise, a night assault would be the most secure move, cutting off Paphos Island's chance to make a sacrifice. Of course, it could also be a narrative twist. The quest design simply doesn't allow the High Priest to attack at night. After all, in a 7-star quest, if the Supreme Sovereign fails to show any sense of decorum, the Spirit Travelers won't have a chance to survive. Zhang Yuanqing felt as though an ordinary person had been flooded with adrenaline, or had inhaled several deep breaths of pure oxygen—his body cells now vibrant and active, his vital energy flowing abundantly, reaching a state so exceptional it was hard to believe. At the same time, hormones surged rapidly, compelling him to seek out and mate with members of the opposite sex, driven by an uncontrollable desire to reproduce. Others shared the same sensation; the three goddesses now gazed at Amini with growing hunger, their longing becoming increasingly difficult to suppress. "After offering sacrifice to the Primordial God, pray sincerely, and He will give birth to powerful warriors," said Sektya, explaining as she restrained her own desires and cast Cupid into the deep, chaotic abyss. Cupid's small form instantly sank into the depths and vanished. The golden shell slowly closed. Sektya, her fingers stained with blood, traced intricate and strange incantations upon the shell, then pressed her palm against it, chanting the spell. As the obscure incantation unfolded, a soft golden glow emanated from the shell, and within, a powerful surge of life and strength began to gather. Sektyra exhaled a sigh and turned to say, "The Primordial God is pleased with Cupid's lineage and has agreed to my request." Feels like a super-soldier incubator—what kind of permission does this deity correspond to in the spiritual realm game? Life creation is the domain of the musician class; it shouldn't be the Primordial God's responsibility at all... It seems now that only the Sovereigns can give birth to Sovereign-level warriors. To defeat the God of Light, the Goddess of Beauty might have to make a great sacrifice. Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the slowly developing shell nurturing life: "How long, roughly?" Sektyra thought for a moment before responding, "The earliest will be at dawn tomorrow, the latest when the sun is at its zenith." Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself, You're not playing fair with me—should the super-soldier not emerge by tomorrow morning, I'll have to lead the entire population of Paphos Island to kneel and surrender. Every extra minute of resistance would be a sign of disrespect to the peak Sovereign. He sighed, "Then it must be so! Under the protection of the Primordial God, a new life must hatch before dawn." The group left the underground chamber, with Zhang Yuanqing secretly assigning the ninth elder of the Southern School to guard the entrance, ensuring no one entered the depths and disrupted the incubation of the Super Warriors. Upon returning to the surface, he revived the unconscious "semi-gods" and treated the soul-level wounds they had sustained. The semi-gods gradually awakened, still filled with fear and unease, as the memories of their final moments before unconsciousness lingered vividly in their minds. Cupid had died—killed by Amine. Meneia approached them with a commanding tone: "The collapse of the underground chamber has been repaired. You are now free from work. Return to rest." The semi-gods exchanged glances, unable to believe that the four divine sons had remained so composed, never once confronting Amine. This only deepened their fears, leading them to suspect that the divine sons had conspired to kill Cupid. Yet, as the junior descendants, they held little influence and dared not challenge or blame the senior sons and daughters. Thus, they hesitated and dispersed, uncertain and apprehensive. Eriega扇动双翼，飞上高耸的钟楼，如雕塑般伫立于楼顶，远眺四方. Sectiyara's eyes shimmered, she gently bit her red lips, her demeanor graceful and alluring: "Oh, my dear Amini, the night is long, my room is spacious yet cold—your broad chest and warm embrace are needed." Xinziya protested, "He is my beloved—he should return with me to my chamber." Menya said nothing, firmly pulling Amini's hand. Witnessing the three sisters growing increasingly tense, the atmosphere growing more strained, Zhang Yuanqing sighed: "Oh, dears, you know nothing of my capabilities. Tonight, it is you who will accompany me—not the other way around." The combined effects of the golden arrow's passion and the earlier influence of the Primordial God had already ignited his desire. The four embraced and entered Sectiyara's pointed tower. A few minutes later, the square windows glowed with a soft yellow candlelight, and within that light, three round, peach-like buttocks rose up, neatly arranged before Zhang Yuanqing. … The next morning, dawn broke. Zhang Yuanqing awoke wrapped in the jade legs and lotus arms of the three women, walked to the window, and gazed out. The eastern sky had turned a faint fish-gray, and the sun was about to rise. The sky was of a clear, deep blue, the sea breeze fresh and crisp. Far off, on the tall bell tower, Eriega stood like a statue. The castle was quiet, the slaves still asleep. Zhang Yuanqing drew in several deep breaths of the crisp air—perhaps he had drained too much life essence last night—and still found himself in the贤者’s time. His mind was utterly clear, unclouded by beauty or desire. He turned back to gaze at the three goddesses lying in graceful poses. With calm composure, Zhang Yuanqing appeared utterly composed. Having completed numerous love-and-desire quest episodes, he had long since evolved into a seasoned mistress of the realm. He had witnessed countless grand scenes and even participated in them firsthand. These small, routine moments were nothing special. "I don't feel as fond of them anymore... Well, emotionally, I still deeply love them, but reason can now outweigh passion—unlike last night, when my mind was filled solely with passionate intimacy, deep and profound, rooted in time and experience. It shows that Cupid's arrows of passion don't have lasting effects; they gradually fade with the passage of time or with repeated joy. There's simply no such thing as eternally fresh love—this is absolutely reasonable. Zhang Yuanqing exhaled in relief, clearly distinguishing between the realm of the quest and his real life. This actually reduced many of his concerns. At that moment, Eriphyle on the clock tower suddenly gave a sharp cry. The women on the bed—Menia, Sektia, and Sinicia—immediately opened their eyes. Meanwhile, Zhang Yuanqing sensed a powerful, unstoppable force rapidly approaching. The High Priestess has arrived!"