He is dead…

The Goddess of Nature appeared quietly behind Meng Yi, glanced at the silent Wang Yongquan, and then drew her conclusion:

"The divine power within him, under the organization of divine instinct, began to nurture offspring using himself as a cradle."

This completely drained his life force.

strangeness…"

Her delicate brows furrowed slowly as she murmured:

"In this situation, why doesn't the Lord of Procreation reclaim his divinity?"

I also want to know…

Meng Yi raised his hand and beckoned, and a divine aura filled with maternal radiance fell into his palm amidst the surrounding light.

Originally, during this process, he was still thinking about who to promote to the second-order creator so that he could better sense the Lord of Procreation. But the moment he gained access to divinity, a scene appeared in his eyes on its own.

In the vast, boundless, and empty realm of reality, there exists a peculiar entity shaped like a giant womb.

That must be the Lord of Procreation.

Like the true forms of other deities, He was of a magnificent size, which also meant that He could give birth to many offspring at the same time.

However… His situation was bad enough.

Some of the figures, resembling living creatures, meandered and twisted, surrounding and binding the deity tightly, like chains upon chains…

Furthermore, some of the radiance formed a giant javelin, pinning it firmly to the nothingness of the real world, rendering it immobile.

This deity could only let out mournful cries, helplessly forced to bear offspring—

Those were the same creatures that Meng Yi had once seen the Great Devourer constantly consuming.

His offspring were so numerous that they surrounded the deity in great numbers.

And, along with His struggles, they continue to increase.

Then, the real world brought Him new suffering.

Countless ferocious mouths, screaming in agony, suddenly appeared on the body of the Lord of Procreation.

Amidst his agonizing cries, He spewed forth even more wondrous seeds.

He struggled desperately, unleashing a violent storm that swept away everything around him, yet he could not harm the real world in the slightest.

So, this is how the newborns that have spread throughout the real world since yesterday were born?

Meng Yi was startled.

What a tragic fate for a god.

They were forced to become reproductive tools in the real world.

He suddenly understood why the Lord of Procreation was unusually quiet, and why the Lord had not withdrawn his divinity like other gods.

Could this guy have been captured by the real world to help have babies during the "Great Gathering of the Gods"?

However, the recovery of the real world was not high enough recently, and the Lord of Procreation had not yet begun a large-scale production...

Of course, this deity was in such a dire situation that he had no time to attend to anything else.

etc…

Isn't the real world the "mother" of all gods?

How strange...

Take one more look.

Ouch~ It's so spicy it hurts my eyes…

The entertainment industry is truly chaotic.

Meng Yi was speechless and promptly threw that wisp of divinity into the divine realm.

Seeing this, the goddess of nature asked with concern, "What's wrong? You look terrible."

"Um...I have a question."

Meng Yi organized his thoughts and carefully began, "You said the real world gave birth to you... then... do you have memories of when the real world gave birth to you?"

The goddess of nature gave him a slightly strange look. "No...you shouldn't have either."

Meng Yi paused for a moment, then muttered to himself: We're different, I was born of a mother.

He used jokes to help calm himself down and kept telling himself:

People are different; there is no concept of "human relations" between the real world and the gods.

Even procreation is more like a natural phenomenon for them.

There's no need for me to make a fuss.

However, the Lord of Procreation's peculiar appearance and tragic situation still left a deep impression on him.