Chapter 1262: Fallen God Descends to Mortal Realm

Chapter 1262: The Fallen Deity Descends Among Mortals

“Young Master, your previous approach was far too crude—and utterly lacking in tenderness toward such delicate beauty,”

murmured Mud Fox, licking her lips as her gaze swept over the goddess before turning to Xu Qing with a smile.

Xu Qing frowned.

“Besides, that sort of stimulation is merely superficial—it breeds adaptation far too easily. Ah, you still don’t understand deities as well as I do… especially not goddesses like her.”

Mud Fox chuckled softly, raising her jade-like hand to trace a slow, deliberate line down the goddess’s neck.

Wherever her fingers passed, the goddess stiffened, her inner alarm surging fiercely. She fixed Mud Fox with a sharp glare and hissed,

“How dare you!”

Her voice carried the weight of her divine bloodline—a rank so exalted it would normally strike terror into lesser gods. Mud Fox’s fingers faltered for just an instant.

But soon, Mud Fox’s eyes gleamed brighter than ever. The more haughty and noble the goddess became, the more exhilarated she felt.

“This—this is exactly the sensation I’ve been craving!”

Heart pounding, Mud Fox leaned close and breathed gently into the goddess’s ear.

“My dear little sister… did you know I’ve longed for you for ages? Do keep this expression throughout our time together, won’t you?”

That breath against her ear sent a violent shiver through the goddess’s body. A primal dread surged within her—an instinctive urge to recoil. Mud Fox’s words had reignited her unease, sharper than before.

Yet she understood: showing fear would expose weakness.

So she clenched her will, forced calm into her eyes, and let the full majesty of her divine lineage radiate outward.

Mud Fox laughed lightly and waved her hand.

Instantly, the chamber warped. In the blink of an eye, a white jade dais appeared at its center, summoned forth by Mud Fox herself.

Under her guidance, the goddess’s body drifted onto the platform and was bound there. Her tattered garments shimmered under flowing light, transforming into a translucent pink gauze robe.

To heighten the experience further, Mud Fox even infused some of her own essence into the goddess. Against the pristine backdrop of white jade, the undulating pink fabric accentuated every curve of the goddess’s form.

Her skin regained its luster—smooth as bleached lamb fat, flawless and luminous. Her eyes sparkled like stars in a midnight sky, radiating innate nobility and icy detachment. She spoke again, voice low but commanding:

“A mere minor deity—how utterly base! What do you intend to do?”

“Patience, my dear sister. I still need a few more tools,” Mud Fox replied, her eyes now crescent moons brimming with excitement. With a flick of her wrist, she plucked a small red vial from thin air.

Before both Xu Qing and the goddess, she crushed it between her fingers. An oily liquid burst forth, releasing an intoxicating fragrance that mingled with her voice, permeating the entire chamber.

“This oil,” she explained, “I extracted from a bizarre plant native only to the Divine Realm. It took me a century to refine and another millennium to mature, blended with countless rare treasures of heaven and earth—yielding this most precious essence.”

“I wouldn’t have used it on anyone less worthy than you, my noble-blooded sister. I plan to shape this oil into wax—but alas, I lack a wick.”

As she spoke, Mud Fox reached out and plucked several strands from the goddess’s waterfall of hair, weaving them deftly into a slender cord. She fused it with the oil, crafting a single pale-green candle.

The goddess narrowed her delicate brows, staring at the candle. She couldn’t fathom Mud Fox’s intent, yet based on her own knowledge, suspicion began to coil in her heart.

“So—you think to ensnare me with such beguiling tricks? You know nothing of true divinity!”

She spoke coolly.

Mud Fox merely smiled. With a snap of her fingers, the candle ignited. Flames danced instantly, beginning their slow burn.

The scent of the oil intensified tenfold, saturating the chamber and clinging to the goddess’s skin. She tried to block it out—but the aroma seeped through her pores, invading her very being. Soon, her breathing grew subtly uneven.

Her pupils contracted. Something was wrong with this fragrance!

It stirred emotions within her—emotions beyond the primal instincts of life and death. Emotions utterly foreign to her.

At the same moment, Mud Fox’s voice drifted through the air, dreamlike and distant:

“The plant used to make this candle blooms only once every three thousand years. When it flowers, a mysterious mist blankets a radius of a million li. That mist corrupts souls—and awakens unimaginable feelings. To gods, it is as addictive as opium is to mortals.”

Those words struck deep into the goddess’s soul. She immediately channeled her divine bloodline, striving to suppress the strange emotions rising within her mind.

But before she could succeed, Mud Fox stepped forward, candle in hand, and tilted it slightly—letting a single drop of molten wax fall onto the goddess’s bare neck.

The instant it touched her skin, the goddess arched her throat sharply. Golden patterns rippled across her snow-white flesh. The seductive glint in her phoenix eyes shattered into scattered stardust under the storm of unfamiliar sensations surging inside her.

Yet again, her bloodline surged in response, forcibly quelling the disturbance. The ripples faded; the alien emotions were driven back.

But this display only inflamed Mud Fox’s excitement further.

She moved the candle deliberately, dripping wax at precise intervals onto different parts of the goddess’s body.

Each drop struck like a cataclysmic tempest upon the goddess’s spirit—thunder echoing as if splitting the heavens, waves crashing without end.

It sought to shatter her resistance, break her suppression—and unleash torrents of raw, unbridled emotion!

For one fleeting moment, the goddess’s inner world trembled. But she would not yield. Her gaze remained steady—not fearful, but serene.

“You insignificant lesser god!”

Mud Fox raised an eyebrow.

As for Xu Qing, watching all this unfold, his expression grew increasingly odd. Finally, he stood up.

“I’ll be stepping out for a while.”

With that, he turned and walked away.

Mud Fox glanced up, a flicker of disappointment crossing her mind—she’d hoped he’d stay to witness everything. But since he chose to leave, she couldn’t force him. Smiling, she called after him:

“Rest easy, Young Master. When you return, everything will be perfect.”

Xu Qing said nothing. His figure vanished.

Once he was gone, Mud Fox set down the candle, stretched languidly, then beamed at the defiant goddess.

“Perhaps it’s better he left. Some methods are easier to employ without an audience.”

As she spoke, she waved her hand.

Several objects flew forth: ropes, clamps, whips, vials of unknown potions, a gag—and even a massive bronze mirror.

Gazing at these mysterious implements, the goddess’s spirit trembled anew.

And the Mud Fox, at this moment, licked her lips, a flush of excitement rising even to her cheeks, and chuckled softly.

“The game has only just begun.”

Meanwhile, Xu Qing was streaking across the heavens.

Relying on the alien essence drawn from heaven and earth, along with Xiao Ying’s concealment, unless he encountered a True God-level expert, he was confident he could remain hidden without issue for a short while.

His reason for venturing out now was not merely because he’d grown weary of watching the Mud Fox any longer—it was primarily to obtain a star chart, so he might discern the path back home.

As for his target, he had long since chosen it:

the Butterfly Deity enshrined within the temple of the Scale-Ox tribe—the race with bat-like wings!

According to Xu Qing’s prior reconnaissance, it was but an early-stage divine pedestal.

A deity of such caliber would be effortlessly subdued by his current strength.

The only caution he needed was speed and stealth—leaving no chance for the target to send out even the faintest ripple. Thus, the moment he departed, he pushed both concealment and velocity to their utmost limits, transforming himself into a trace invisible to the naked eye and imperceptible even to ordinary divine senses, flashing over land and mountains alike.

He arrived at the crystalline plain, where countless Scale-Ox formed a nation, and saw the dark-green temple they venerated.

In one swift surge—undetected by any outside observer—he plunged straight into the temple, striking directly at the forehead of the butterfly idol within, vanishing into it with lightning speed!

The statue trembled violently, as if struggling—but only for an instant before falling still.

Soon, golden blood flowed, spreading across the entire statue, then instantly receded. Everything returned to normal, as though nothing had ever occurred.

Outside the temple, offerings continued uninterrupted.

And the butterfly opened its eyes.

He hadn’t fully annihilated the Butterfly Deity; instead, he had erased its consciousness and fashioned it into a garment, donning it upon himself. Using a method akin to borrowing the Mud Fox’s divine aura as an intermediary, he absorbed all that belonged to this deity.

“So this place lies only tens of thousands of universes away from the Fifth Star Ring…”

Star charts shimmered in his eyes.

“And indeed, the habits of deities in the Fourth Star Ring resemble those of Wanggu Continent—most dwell within their own domains, each presiding over tribes that worship them, clearly demarcated from one another…”

“The deities on this star are precisely like that—and above them exist higher-tier deities who govern.”

“The rulers of this very star are none other than those three hundred and sixty emerald halos—a divine race that once produced a True God!”

“As for their earlier investigation of the island where I first appeared—it was because that divine race detected traces of spatial fractures there. But such occurrences happen occasionally on every star; nothing extraordinary.”

“And given how vast the Fourth Star Ring is, they seemingly don’t believe fate would be so coincidental.”

Xu Qing’s eyes grew thoughtful. Then his body flickered—he took control of the butterfly idol and soared out of the temple.

The moment he manifested outside, countless Scale-Ox prostrated themselves.

Ignoring them, he spread his wings and vanished into the sky, heading toward the Violet Crystal Mountains where his abode lay.

“I wonder… has the Mud Fox unlocked the Source-Lock of the Divine Maiden yet?”

Xu Qing murmured inwardly.

At that very moment, deep within the dim cave of the Violet Crystal Mountains, candlelight flickered.

An intoxicating aura filled the sealed chamber.

Upon the white jade dais, the Divine Maiden’s skin flushed crimson, her body trembling uncontrollably.

She still wore her pink gauze dress—but now bound tightly by ropes, tied with unmistakable expertise in specific knots.

Each knot was perfectly placed, forming sigils of restraint.

While maintaining a fixed posture, they exerted dual tension upon both body and soul—the more she struggled, the tighter they constricted, as though gripped by countless invisible hands.

The rope itself was made of peculiar material, shimmering with iridescent hues like flowing dreams.

Clearly crafted from some rare substance, it plunged its victim into endless illusions.

Intense discomfort relentlessly assaulted the Divine Maiden, causing her whole body to shudder and writhe involuntarily, desperate to escape the unbearable stimulation—yet the ropes restrained every movement.

Even more shocking was the enormous bronze mirror suspended above her.

Whenever she opened her eyes, she saw herself reflected therein.

This psychological humiliation, intertwined with physical torment, drove the Divine Maiden to the very brink of her endurance.

Until finally, when the Mud Fox picked up the candle again and let a single drop fall gently—

The Divine Maiden’s mind exploded.

All resistance shattered, dissolving into a thousand streams of fire reflected in her pupils. Those eyes, once swirling with galaxies, slowly lost their focus, coalescing into two pools of fractured divinity—shattering into dust amid the gale-force winds stirred by raw emotion.

Love, hatred, passion, sorrow—all seven emotions and six desires erupted simultaneously.

Her past memories transformed utterly in that instant, suddenly imbued with new colors and flavors she’d never noticed before.

Her consciousness collapsed completely—until only one voice echoed faintly through the haze:

“Welcome… to the mortal world.”

The Mud Fox leaned down, whispering softly into the starry-eyed maiden’s ear.