"Husband! So disappointing! Such a perfect artistic masterpiece—only the head is missing!" Chen Yuting looked at the statue without its head and felt deeply惋惜. Gao Liang nodded in agreement, saying, "Ting'er! I want to bring this statue back to life—so that the posture of the Goddess of Victory can truly be celebrated worldwide!" "Great! I'm fully supporting you!" Chen Yuting clapped her little hands excitedly. Gao Liang hadn't personally used the Yueguang Treasure Box in a long time. Didn't the treasure box have a storage warehouse? He collected this statue of the Goddess of Victory and placed it into the warehouse. Gao Liang then wrote a note with a single stroke: "Temporarily borrowing the statue of the Goddess of Victory—will surely return it!" He carefully placed the statue into a long rectangular wooden box measuring about three meters in length, two meters in width, and one meter in thickness, and then stored the entire box within the warehouse. Finally, Gao Liang opened the door of the Yueguang Treasure Box, and Chen Yuting stepped inside. Highlighted shouted, "Teleport!" Since Highlight had already become the God of Light in the universe, when Ying'er said, "Once your ability reaches divine level, you'll be able to freely traverse time and space," it came true. The Yue Guang treasure box instantly teleported. Highlight moved according to a map, centered on Versailles, heading in a certain direction. Highlight could control both the destination and direction of the spatial teleportation of the Yue Guang treasure box. The scene shifted to Mount Saint-Michel. The Saint-Michel Cathedral. A black-robed priest raised a sword among the crowd, and the pilgrims shouted in unison, "Our Lord! Our God! You hold the Sword of the Holy Spirit! Please, our Lord, our God, descend the Holy Spirit upon this sacred sword and bestow it upon us!" Ying'er, Zhang Yупing, Dong Jiao, and Yu Die—the four beauties—watched as the crowd, filled with fervor, fell to their knees in devotion. Zhang Yuaping, Dong Jiao, and Yudie wanted to kneel, but Ying'er remained calm, her eyes fixed on the black-clad priest's cunning gaze and the black sword in his hand. Ying'er found herself pondering. She had once served as a maid before the True God, and thus knew well the True God's appearance, manner of speech, and bearing. As the ten thousand pilgrims blindly adored him, the black-clad priest recited a spell: "My people, listen carefully. I am indeed the True God—please revere me! To receive the Holy Spirit, you must give up all your wealth and follow me. Treat your money as mere dung; only by recognizing the Holy Spirit and me shall you find true value." With these words, the pilgrims began to pull out their wallets. As they were presenting their money, Ying'er stepped onto the stage and addressed the ten thousand pilgrims: "Do not follow blindly! I can tell you plainly—this priest is false. He is not the True God!" "This statement left everyone astonished. The black-robed priest, deeply incensed at being exposed by this Eastern beauty, immediately turned to Ying'er and scolded her, 'You claim I am not a true god—what evidence do you have?' With boldness, Ying'er stepped forward, pointing at the black sword held by the priest and addressing the gathering of pilgrims, 'A true god's sword is white, not black!' 'Hmph! Look again!' the black-robed priest said to Ying'er. Upon inspection, Ying'er found it was indeed white. Impossible—hadn't it been black just a moment ago? Could this priest be capable of transformation? At that moment, the enthusiastic pilgrims were in a frenzy, shouting loudly, 'True god! True god! We trust you! Remove this person who defies the true god!' Despite the danger, Ying'er remained steadfast in her conviction. Then, the black-robed priest stared at Ying'er with a look of hatred, his teeth clicking loudly as he addressed the pilgrims: "Don't believe her! She's a female demon! Hah! She's a fox spirit!" The moment these words were spoken, the pilgrims could hardly believe their eyes—how could such a heavenly beauty be a demon, a fox spirit? They all exclaimed in unison, "Is that true?" Zhang Yупing, Dong Jiao, and Yudie were deeply indignant at the black-robed priest. Ying'er was not only their husband's beloved, but had also been kind and generous to them. How could he unjustly slander her like this? If only their husband were here! Yet, he had remained completely absent all along. At that moment, the black-robed priest performed a public spell. Ying'er's spiritual sight revealed that the black-robed priest's body was emitting a visible black vapor—something ordinary people could not perceive. This black vapor continuously drifted around him, and a strange aroma filled the air, reminiscent of a mysterious incense that gradually caused people to lose their senses. Zhang Yuping, Dong Jiao, and Yudie were also half-conscious, standing in place, yawning softly. When they looked around at the others, everyone seemed even more dazed. Ying'er realized that this was a demon of extraordinary power—one whose magical strength rivaled even that of Satan, the demon high-light had once fought against. No, she couldn't let the black-robed priest cast a spell; if he did, she would fall under his control. Drawing on her inner strength, Ying'er silently drew forth the divine sword she had once wielded alongside Gao Liang—the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword—hidden at her side. This sword had once partnered with Gao Liang’s Sky-Splitting Sword, forming a powerful duo that together had conquered the giant demons. As a result, the giant demons had transformed into today’s Eastern魔兽 King—the Tibetan Mastiff King, Iron General. Ying'er needed to strike first, because a fearsome pale-blue mist was now rising from the priest’s navel, a light yellow toxic gas that was directly targeting her. Ying'er, after all, possessed 6,000 years of spiritual energy, and could instantly perceive that the toxic vapor emitted by the black-robed priest was precisely the magical toxin energy circulating within her own body—should she be struck by it, the consequences would be dire. The best defense was an offensive move. With renewed spirit, Ying'er raised her sword at an angle and launched a "Flowers Flying Through the Moon," soaring into the air and directly charging the black-robed priest. A faint, barely perceptible smirk played at the corner of the priest's mouth, but as soon as it appeared, his fierce expression turned to one of terror. With a single utterance of "Zhao!"—a sound that swiftly drew gasps from the onlookers—a surge of black light descended from the heavens, descending directly to cover Ying'er. Ying'er swiftly sidestepped, and the black light narrowly passed by her side, brushing her just in time. A deep gouge of over a meter in depth appeared on the stage where the light had struck. At that moment, the trailing edge of the black light swept past the three standing beauties—Zhang Yuping, Dong Jiao, and Yu Di Ying'er stepped forward bravely to protect her sisters, boldly shouting to the sky, "Great Spirit Shield, step out! It's time for you to display your power!" As soon as she finished speaking, a golden shield appeared in the air. Just as the beam of light was sweeping toward Zhang Yuping, Dong Jiao, and Yu Di, it suddenly struck the Great Spirit Shield with three sharp clinks—three resonant impacts.