Also, before the satellite lost contact, we received a message from Yong'an City.

Committee member Wu Bingwei has lost divine grace.

She suspected...that something might be wrong with the goddess of beauty.

When reporting information involving deities, the apostle exhibited noticeable stuttering.

Huang Qianliu and the other person stared in astonishment.

"Is it only Wu Bingwei who lost divine grace, or... is it the same for all those with divine grace through the artist path?"

"I don't know, the only information we have is this one sentence."

After a few breaths of silence, Huang Qianliu made a decisive decision:

"I'm going to Yong'an City to take charge of the overall situation!"

Wu Xuan said softly, "Are you alone? I'll go with you."

The gods' hostility towards us has not ended. It would be very dangerous for you to go to Yong'an City in your current identity.

"No, you stay here. The Steel City can't be left without a single person."

Huang Qianliu waved her hands repeatedly in opposition.

"Don't worry, Yong'an City was once a fortress city jointly managed by me, Old Zhang, and Wu Bingwei, three of the gods' chosen ones."

It's only been a few days; I'm unlikely to encounter any major danger there.

not to mention…"

He pointed to the sea surface that was gradually becoming level with the floating hub of the Steel City, and said with a smile:

"With such power and might of my lord, anyone who dares to lay a hand on me will have to think twice."

And you also need to do a few things while you're here.

First, pray to our Lord and explain the situation.

Second, notify Yu Xuan and others in the Holy City to ask Old Zhang or someone else to come to my aid.

Third, contact the intelligence personnel in each fortified city and get them moving to see what other artists are doing.

Listening to the other party's well-organized arrangements, Wu Xuan spoke up seemingly casually:

"I didn't expect you to be so proactive."

After all, this involves matters of the gods, and there might be considerable danger involved.

Huang Qianliu chuckled softly: "That's my city. I stayed there for thirty years after the catastrophe."

Crackling~

A dark bolt of lightning flashed across his mind, and his figure vanished.

My city…

Wu Xuan silently repeated these words in her mind, and she thought of Xin'an City.

She stayed there for nearly thirty years, almost twenty of which were spent as the "grand arbitrator" of Xin'an City.

However, she didn't have any deep feelings for that city, and it felt quite unfamiliar to her when she thought about it.

Perhaps I should find some time to go back and take a look…

She pursed her lips slightly. There probably aren't many people in Xin'an City who know me, which is normal. Back then... it seems like I didn't do anything.

For no reason, she felt a little scared.

“I need to hold a ceremony and pray to my Lord.”

She said in a muffled voice.

...

No wonder the number of clans doesn't match up; so many died, the clan was wiped out.

As he watched the images transmitted back from the satellite, Meng Yi's expression grew increasingly solemn.

What are these gods up to now?

Hmm? An apostle is praying, Wu Xuan? How strange.

Meng Yi tilted his ear as if listening intently, then his expression began to turn strange.

Goddess of Beauty... withdraw your divine grace...

Is it because they know I've returned to the real world and killed the All-Seeing Eye that they can't play anymore?

Do they no longer need believers to help them please those in power?

Or has something else happened?

Is the goddess of beauty dead?

After I and the All-Seeing Eye left, the situation deteriorated from a "grand gathering" into a "great free-for-all"?

Meng Yi's expression hardened.