"There really is... how many books have you drawn?" Gu Mo looked amazed, clicking his tongue in admiration, continuing to inquire with curiosity.
"Who rembers that clearly, do you rember how many als you've eaten?" Yato tried to keep a straight face. This was not only Visakha's dark past but also his. A dignified Lord God resorting to drawing books wasn't sothing worth bragging about.
"Seems like there are plenty then... no wonder she's so incessantly at odds with you."
"Actually, that's not really the case. Visakha probably doesn't even know about this. Didn't I tell you, our grudge isn't because of this..." Yato replied weakly.
"I understand, I understand..." Gu Mo blinked at him and then cleared his throat seriously, saying, "Actually, it's like this, I have a friend, or maybe a lot of friends, they all want to see, it's not that they don't believe you, it's mainly that everyone wants to broaden their horizons..."
You understand nothing, I already said that's not the issue at all!
Yato's mouth twitched, and he was puzzled whether this person really had one friend or many friends. Was he not even sure of that?
"What... is a book?" Ichijima Hiyori timidly asked from the side, peering her head out from behind Yato, full of confusion at the strange topic the two were discussing, why did it feel so inappropriate?
"Nothing, nothing..."
Yato blushed deeply, completely forgetting there was a girl besides him listening. The topic was truly more than he could handle.
After so banter and laughter, Yato finally relaxed his mind.
He took a deep breath, looking at Gu Mo for a long ti, but ultimately said nothing... Despite his strong curiosity, even the God of Poverty knew that knowing too much sotis was not wise, so he decided to let it go, as ignorance is bliss...
Despite his bewildernt—
Evidently, the other person earlier was engulfed in Demon Qi, clearly having fallen into Divine Fall, transforming into a demon. Yet now, they appeared perfectly normal? This defied Yato's understanding and worldview, causing him great concern and difficulty.
Divine Fall is the gods' greatest fear. While recovery isn't impossible, it's very troubleso. One must find the root and completely resolve what led to the Divine Fall, allowing the god to recover and improve from the state...
—There is a process involved.
But Yato couldn't see what had been done to recover so easily from the Divine Fall. Was this even a recovery? Aside from the change in power and aura, the person's ntal state seed unchanged?
Instinctively glancing at the Radiant Sword still exuding an intimidating gleam, Yato felt puzzled, sinking deeper into confusion and bewildernt.
Initially, he thought the Divine Fall was because of the Snake-shaped Sword as a fallen Divine Artifact often triggers a god's fall, especially if the artifact is special. Gods often hesitate to let go, dragging them down to their demise.
This thought stemd from not knowing the Snake Sword beca demonic after Gu Mo's own demonization, supplented with Demonic Power instead of original energy. This is why the Snake Sword displayed a Wild Soul Transformation, losing its noble and grand aura to beco aggressive and ominous...
He misunderstood the sequence, assuming the demonic change of the Snake Sword indicated a problem with the Divine Artifact and its owner's sudden mortal crisis due to Divine Fall.
Yet now, both person and weapon returned to normal, aura stabilized as if nothing had happened, naturally startling Yato, questioning the reality of the events or if it was rely an illusion.
—Was this a demon wearing a god's guise...
—Or was there so other hidden truth...
Such cryptic thoughts flashed through his mind. The purple-haired, blue-eyed young man shook his head forcefully, turning around to gaze at various motionless Divine Artifacts on the ground. His eyes naturally shifted to the Sakura Ear Stud, hesitating slightly, pretending to be casual, he looked at the guy still holding the Snake-shaped Sword and asked:
"What do you plan to do with Visakha's people?"
"Well, I need to think about it properly..." Gu Mo blinked, giving no definite answer, indicating he hadn't decided yet.
Without successfully establishing connections with the God of Learning, he temporarily couldn't get the hotline for reporting to the High Celestial Plain... But he didn't intend to give up, instead started contemplating from the current situation, considering if Visakha could serve a similar or bigger purpose.
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