The local Hawaiians revered the volcanic goddess, kneeling devoutly in the palace gardens every day, and all the people praised together: "Aloha! (Aloha, the native word meaning 'welcome'! Our goddess! You are forever our sovereign!") Ying'er could never have imagined that she would be honored as a goddess by these native Hawaiians, though she herself had never intended to become one. Yet, honoring their simple, sincere people, she truly summoned her celestial powers and performed rituals to bestow blessings. Remarkably, the drought-stricken Hawaiian lands began to pour with torrential rains, saving crops that were on the brink of dying. This deepened the Hawaiians' devotion to Ying'er, who now became a true deity, drawing countless visitors to her palace gardens each day. Ying'er was carried on flower-laden palanquins by the simple, earnest native young men, wandering through the beautiful landscapes of Hawaii. After settling down Madame Demona, the two stalwart bodyguards, just passed through a resort and spotted a group of twelve strong young men carrying a grand floral sedan chair, flanked by a large crowd of local indigenous people, accompanied by music, laughter, and some even singing and dancing. "Wow! It's really our top-tier Heavenly Fragrance Princess!" the two bodyguards exclaimed, marveling at Ying'er as she passed by nearby. Immediately, they relayed the situation to their leader, Gao Liang. As the two bodyguards prepared to shout out "Heavenly Fragrance Princess," the local residents stared at them with wide, dinosaur-like eyes, and several indigenous elders clenched their fists, watching the two guards with wary eyes. "Our goddess is no one you can casually call!" It was an unexpected occurrence when Ying'er was being escorted by the crowd. Indeed, it was Pele, the true volcanic goddess of Hawaii, who had arrived. Pele, holding a flame that never faded, appeared before Ying'er and said, "Brave one! You dare to displace my position?" Ying'er looked up and saw Pele standing directly before her, recognizing her as the genuine volcanic goddess. With a bright, radiant smile, she said, "At last, I have waited for this very day!" Then, turning to the crowd of musicians and celebrants, she exclaimed, "Hurry! Stop! All of you, stop immediately and go pay homage to your true volcanic goddess!" The chieftain and the native people looked up, seeing Pele's somewhat unattractive face, her hair flowing freely, her entire body glowing a deep red, and the eternal flame in her hands. They then glanced at Ying'er—elegant and radiant, with clear eyes and a bright smile, her hair like flowing clouds, youthful and beautiful. Not only was Ying'er stunningly beautiful, but also kind-hearted. To the simple, sincere native people, Ying'er was truly the goddess of the volcano. Pele saw the chieftain and the native people all bowing respectfully to Ying'er, chanting, "Aloha! Our goddess! You are always our sovereign!" Pele was stunned—how could they fail to see his worth? He had not bowed himself, nor had he recognized her as the true volcanic goddess. Instead, he now blamed all his frustration entirely on Ying'er, turning to her and declaring, "You have bewitched everyone, making them forget me! Well, then, this time, I shall show you what I'm made of!" With that, Pele shook his torch, and a flame shot straight toward Ying'er. Ying'er swiftly stepped aside—alas, the flame was now heading straight for the elderly chieftain, causing the native people to scream in alarm. Amid Pele's booming laughter, Ying'er charged forward without hesitation, shouting, "Great Spirit Shield! Manifest!" A large golden shield materialized in her hands. "Everyone—get out of the way!" "Flash away! Get as far as you can!" Ying'er's spiritual sight revealed that Pele was emitting hell-fire—the kind of volcanic fire capable of annihilating any living being on land. Indeed, when this fierce flame struck the giant shield, it scattered in all directions, filling the air with thick smoke and blazing skyward. A wave of intense heat made it difficult to draw a single breath; that explained why Hawaii often experienced prolonged dry spells—this very fire was responsible. The chieftain and the native people began sprinting forward, but Pele moved swiftly, flying ahead to block their path, and with a frantic voice, shouted at them, "Call me the Goddess of Volcanoes! Otherwise, I'll have every one of you perish!" After deflecting the flame, Ying'er stepped forward to join the crowd, facing Pele directly and saying, "Don't pressure these simple, sincere people. As the Goddess of Volcanoes, you should treat them with kindness!" "Hah! Hah! Kindness to these blind-eyed, ungrateful ones!" These people were dancing in their grass skirts—each and every one of them had been dancing just for you. They danced so joyfully, their eyes fixed solely on you, their words filled with praise only for you! Yet me, the offering on the altar, I have none of my own—every single offering has been transferred to you! Pele was both furious and resentful toward Ying'er, jealous of how swiftly she had gained so much admiration and devotion from so many. Pele gritted her teeth and snapped, "I'll have every single one of you perish!" With that, she unleashed a surge of blazing flame. Ying'er once again raised her great spirit shield to block it, but the flame proved too fierce—the heat surged through the shield, reaching deep into her very body. "Ah!" Ying'er felt a searing pain, yet Pele did not cease. At this moment, flames erupted from Pele's eyes, and her entire body radiated intense fire. "Get out of the way! Run! Don't worry about me!" Ying'er shouted to the simple, devoted members of the tribe. The chieftain, tears streaming down his face, led the crowd swiftly forward. "You are truly our volcanic goddess!" cried out Pele, her face lengthening with anger. She deeply resented the people who refused to recognize her as a deity, and with a powerful throw, she sent her torch flying toward the crowd. Ying'er had already been consumed by the flames and could no longer move; she was desperately channeling her inner energy to ward off the surging heat, preventing it from reaching her vital organs. As Ying'er worried about these kind and simple indigenous people, two figures descended from the sky. It was her husband Gao Liang's two top bodyguards. Under Gao Liang's exceptional training, both had achieved remarkable mastery in martial arts and abilities. Together, they combined their strength, using their energy to withstand the oncoming flames. Jin-jia Li Xiang, wearing a thick protective armor, managed to catch the flying torch. Good thing! If not for Li Xiang's timely intervention, all of the indigenous people would have perished. Pei Lei saw two senior energy wielders suddenly appear and immediately grew furious: "On my own ground, you dare to obstruct me! I'll make sure you suffer a far worse fate!" Pei Lei deployed her trump card—the Flying Flower Needles, developed in the flames—shooting them out with both hands. "Get out of the way!" Ying'er timely reminded them, but the two stalwart bodyguards still moved a step too slowly.