Xyrin Empire-Chapter 736 Father God

The Brilliant Divine Court is the dwelling of Father God, located right at the center of the "Garden". This small complex of temples suspended high in the sky, resembles a crown and represents the highest authority and core of glory in the entire Divine Realm and even within the whole Multi-universe. Its grand and holy appearance inspires every fortunate child who comes here on a pilgrimage, while its eternally undying divine light fully resolves the nighttime illumination problems of a considerably large nearby area—the last part is a direct quote from Bingdisi.

The Brilliant Divine Court is the governing center of the Divine Realm, comprised of five magnificent temples. The four temples symmetrically distributed at the periphery are the headquarters for the leaders of the four Divine Systems: Light, Dark, Life, and Order, while Father God’s temple undoubtedly occupies the central position.

Before entering the temple of Father God, I purposefully looked around. My gaze lingered for a long time on a huge green building, a holy temple with a circular dome, almost fused with a giant World Tree. Although its design did not emphasize grandeur and majesty, it contained endless mystery and a sense of holiness, and some ancient and pure power even formed a substance-like green light curtain, slowly floating above the temple. Dingdang excitedly declared to everyone, pointing at the hall, that she was "born" within that temple.

Hmm, the Main God’s temple of the Life Goddess, oh Dingdang above, that palm-sized goddess actually has such a colossal house! You make Qianqian, who harbors a three-bedroom, one-living room head and has yet to abandon such a life satisfaction point, feel so wasteful!

"Speaking of which, is it really okay for such a large group of us to go in?"

At the entrance of Father God’s temple, Big Sister tentatively asked in a low voice. In her view, this was the Divine Realm’s power center, the palace of the gods, and for us to bring our families along with pets for a sight-seeing trip seemed quite improper.

The leading Rogue Goddess waved her hand nonchalantly while winking at the Divine Race guards stationed at the entrance. The latter revealed very subtle expressions the moment they saw Bingdisi, which made one can’t help but wonder just what mischievousness the Female hooligan had got up to in the past to make even the Divine Race leaders’ guards so apprehensive.

"Relax, relax, this ain’t the Old Man Alliance’s Council chamber. It’s just Father God’s home, and he loves a lively atmosphere—oh, the door’s opening! Haha, Father God~! I’m here to play!"

After the temple doors opened, Bingdisi immediately started yelling, and we stared at the few Divine Race members who appeared at the door, especially the "Father God" enshrined at the center, momentarily dumbfounded.

Several Divine Race Guard officers clad in special Light Armor, seemingly not at the same level as any temple’s guards, flanked both sides. Walking out from the midst, however, was a young man wearing a simple black garment, with silver-white short hair, tall but not particularly imposing, with a common-looking face among the Divine Race. He stood at the door with a peaceful and warm smile, welcoming us with open arms.

"Welcome. I was supposed to meet with you yesterday, but I was really too busy to break away," the young man in front started to speak with a smile. His voice was a bit deep, but very amiable, giving off the feeling as though he were an ordinary friend chatting about everyday matters. "Please come in. Half of the divine servants are on holiday today, so it’s a good, quiet day—perfect for chatting."

"Father God! I said, I have come to visit!!!"

The certain Female hooligan who had been the first to shout out but was ignored from start to finish didn’t have the concept of patience, nor did she have the politeness to face the supreme leader. She immediately started making a racket as if a daughter expressing her grievances to her father. It turned out that on the other side was Father God, treated by all Divine Race members as their own father. Even Bingdisi, the Female hooligan, couldn’t help but fall into the role of a daughter. Uncle Kuwayin in Heaven, please rest in peace. Although your daughter no longer throws tantrums at you, she still has another father.

P.S.: Uncle Kuwayin, you really are in Heaven.

"I know, I know," the young man, who appears to have a very good temperament, shrugged his shoulders helplessly at Bingdisi, "What trouble have you been causing lately?"

Bingdisi suddenly wilted: "I didn’t pay the fee passing through Void Node 13685 last month, and got a penalty." novelbuddy-cσ๓

"What else?"

"I damaged Uncle Sovare’s Star Engraving Plate while fighting with someone, and got caught."

"And then?"

"I led people to Nuvara World 38765 to collect protection money and was caught by the old man."

"Go on."

"...All my pocket money for the month is gone."

"The pocket money is yours, but think about everything else on your own time."

The good-natured young man gave Bingdisi a promise, which instantly revived her fully, and she rolled up her sleeves, saying, "Yay~ As long as my pocket money is safe, everything else is easy to deal with. I’ll collect the turf by myself and bring my gang back!"

"Father God, Father God! Dingdang is back too!"

While we were still lost in a daze, there was some movement in the pocket on my chest, followed by Dingdang bouncing out. She joyously circled around the head of the being suspected to be Father God more than a dozen times before landing on his hand. Father God immediately pulled out a ruler and started measuring next to Dingdang, chuckling as he did so, "Very good, very good, Dingdang is home too. Let’s see—hmm, your height is very stable, very stable."

Dingdang immediately flew back as if she had received some incredible praise and began rubbing my nose with a silly smile on her face. That was her usual way of seeking recognition, even though I really didn’t see what she had done to deserve any.

"Well..." I looked at the young man in front of me a bit awkwardly, feeling quite complex.

I once thought that Father God was a majestic and steady old man with a white beard, but Bingdisi’s description of him as a "non-mainstream youth" completely shattered that image. Then I though Father God would be a tall and serious middle-aged man who commanded respect without even getting angry—like Uncle Kenser. But that image has been shattered too. The person standing before me was only a gentle-looking young man who seemed a bit sleepy, and even when he spoke, there was no trace of authority. If I had to describe the feeling this gave me—he reminded me of my middle school classmates, without any impact at all!

I didn’t know how to treat this calm young man in front of me. If he had been a white-bearded old man or someone with the elder image like Uncle Kenser, it would have been easy to deal with. But the person in front of me was kind of leaving me at a loss for words.

"Come in first; Sola has prepared some refreshments, and the others are here too."

Father God just smiled, his gentle gaze sweeping across our whole family, lingering for a moment on the few little ones, "And there are Divine Realm candies."

Finally, his gaze rested on Sandora. I wasn’t sure, but it seemed like Father God shivered a bit just now.

"Uh, you did eat before coming here, right?"

I almost cried tears of joy: Girl, what on Earth did you do last time you were in the Divine Realm?!

Under the personal guidance of Father God, the grand family tour group of the Imperial Leader proceeded into the massive hall. Initially, I imagined meeting Father God in a solemn setting like a feudal court, perhaps something like the Gods Council. But I never expected the situation to turn into something like a family banquet at Father God’s house, and he was even coming out to greet us personally—his affable and easy-going nature was completely unexpected.

"Bingdisi, I’ve been meaning to ask, who is Sola that Father God mentioned?"

As I curiously examined the serene sculptures in the corridor and the meticulously organized Divine Race guards on either side, I quietly chatted with Bingdisi through a spiritual connection. The name "Sola" seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t recall it at the moment.

"Sola is a nickname for the Dark Goddess Soraphiel, sometimes also referred to as Feier," Bingdisi said with a chuckle on his face, "She is the leader of our Dark Divine Race and also the Father God’s partner."

My eyes widened in surprise, but before I could continue to ask, we had arrived at the reception room.

The reception room of the Father God, although brimming with a sense of sanctity, surprisingly lacked overly lavish decorations. Apart from the strangely shaped sculptures in each corner and a few decorative plants along the walls, the long rectangular hall was simply filled with a number of long tables and chairs scattered around. There were already quite a few people seated by these tables, who all stood up to greet us upon our arrival. It felt like a very ordinary family receiving guests—could it be that arranging the tables haphazardly was an artistic choice by the Father God?

"Jia Di has recently taken to messing up neatly arranged things; it seems to be her handiwork."

Father God, looking at the haphazard arrangement of tables and chairs, shook his head helplessly. Just then, a grating "squeak, squeak" echoed from the other side of the open reception room door. Following the sound, I saw a little girl around eleven or twelve years old, dressed in a snow-white princess dress, excitedly running into the room pushing a chair. After tossing the chair she had brought in onto the floor, she immediately lunged forward and happily embraced Father God’s waist, "Daddy, daddy! I’ve brought the chair!"

"My daughter, Jia Di," Father God introduced, patting the little girl’s head as she curiously gazed at the strangers in front of her with wide eyes, until she was distracted by a word from her dad, "Uh, Jia Di, this chair isn’t from the reception room, is it?"

The little girl naively responded, "No! It’s Uncle Mensa’s! Jia Di took it while he was bending over to pick something up!"

Ding a big bang, indeed, the most dangerous creature in the world is arguably a loli.

The little girl’s appearance was just a brief episode; Father God quickly sent her back with the chair. However, this innocent and lively little girl effectively eased the tension among us. Father God introduced us to several of the other Divine Race members in the room. Because the author is lazy, I won’t list them all, but there was only one person worthy of attention, or rather, one whose identity in this room could not be overlooked—quietly sitting in a corner of the room, always with a faint smile on her face while looking at Father God, was the Supreme Dark Goddess.

A beautiful goddess, wearing an elegant long dress of deep black, with shoulder-length silver-white hair, delicate features, and slightly thin frame. Her blood-red eyes radiated a peaceful light, devoid of any discernible emotion. This quiet Dark Monarch sat in a corner, not engaging in any discussions, to the point where I almost mistook her for a high-ranking Divine Servant waiting for orders. This was the Supreme Dark Goddess, the ultimate ruler of all the dark powers in the multi-universe, without any sense of gloom or bloodshed; she was as calm as the girl next door, as discreet as a wife accompanying her husband to meet strangers. Since my arrival to the Divine Realm, every deity I had newly encountered defied my expectations, and this unassuming Supreme Dark Goddess was the most astonishing of them all.

While I responded to the nods of a few Divine Race members present, Bingdisi, who had followed behind me, also jumped out. She was clearly not here for the first time and immediately started greeting the elders in the room with familiarity, "Yo-ho, everyone, I’m here to play!"

This instantly set off a buzz. Several divine beings, who were elegant and composed just a second ago, simultaneously shuddered. Some hastily took back their teacups from the table, others abruptly turned to pretend to chat with the pillars beside them, some stuffed their cookies into their mouths and quickly gulped down their drinks, and one person busily took out pen and paper to start writing something. Only one bearded uncle managed to keep his composure, although his hand holding the teacup was clearly twitching.

After disappearing for so many millenniums, the lingering might of the female hooligan was still present.

We watched in stunned silence as several important figures in the room scrambled because of Bingdisi’s arrival, ultimately compelled to admiringly extend a thumbs up to a certain female hooligan. At that moment, Dingdang also popped out from my shoulder, hopping around and greeting everyone with cheer, "Dingdang’s here too, Dingdang’s here too!"

The person who just put the teacup back ended up smashing the pot, the one chatting with the pillar began inquiring about the pillar’s name, the uncle who hastily ate his cookies nearly choked himself, the bro who was busy writing sighed deeply and took out his wife’s photo. Lastly, the only uncle who remained calm when Bingdisi arrived, after a long struggle on his face and seeing the lively Dingdang, finally waved his hand and voluntarily burned his beard off.

That Dou Ding’s history is a history of crime—the Star Domain Gods weep as they conclude their writings.

Every person thought of the teacups Dingdang had smashed when he was little, the gardens he set ablaze, the beards he plucked, the dressing tables he shattered, and the dark circles that were a constant on their faces from taking care of the mischievous Little Douding. Add to that the recollection of countless brawls organized by a certain tomboy from her childhood to adulthood, skipping classes, vandalism, and scholarly violence (which involved using reference books as bricks to knock down any researcher who disagreed with her in order to unify ideas, though later facts often proved that the female hooligan was usually right). In this atmosphere, reminiscent of the majestic eras of the past, the Xyrin Empire’s touring group took their seats in the drawing room. Sandora was the first to modestly express that she had come without eating—she confidently devoured her share of the tea treats and my cup of tea right in front of everyone, prompting Father God to declare that it was time to eat first.

Though not grand, the family-style banquet was very abundant, which satisfied the casual atmosphere the leader’s family was used to, including Mercury Lamp who kept muttering with boredom. Sandora satisfied her appetite, and a few little ones satisfied their love for desserts. Little Baobao miraculously managed to steal everyone’s cake at the scene and piled them in front of me and Bubbles, leaving even Father God in awe: the little one’s information interference obviously had no effect on Father God, but her quirky ability was still pretty rare. Pandora and Visca unusually dined in peace, suggesting that even these two quarrelsome young misses knew to be quiet on some occasions, though this might also have something to do with Big Sister sitting between them. During the banquet, I began to ponder a question: We clearly came to the Divine Realm to do serious business (theoretically so), so how come it feels like we came just to freeload?

"Let the children play as they wish, Jia Di will enjoy new friends," Father God said to the two Divine Servants after the simple banquet was over, watching Little Baobao and Mercury Lamp hopping around joyfully in the drawing room. I knew it was time to talk business.

But what the hell, Qianqian, are you following a bunch of young misses for?

"Hehehe..." An embarrassed playful girl scratched her hair, "I’m helping you watch the kids."

Yeah, right. Who’s going to watch you while you’re watching the kids?

I pressed Qianqian back into her seat, intending to run around everywhere, and let Lilina and Bubbles follow Little Baobao, Mercury Lamp, and the others to play. Don’t be fooled by their unreliable lolita appearances; deep down, one was a mature woman and the other a nurturing mother. With them watching, the little ones shouldn’t end up running wildly, right?

"Maybe calling you to the Divine Realm was a bit sudden," Father God and several members of the Divine Race took their seats in front of us in the now quiet drawing room, speaking with a calm tone that inexplicably settled one’s mood. The greatest god of the multi-universe slowly began, "But I feel it’s time to gather with old friends."

Sandora sat beside me, her posture upright and noble, no longer resembling the glutton from before. "It’s just a pity that many friends will never be seen again—Father God, what’s happened in the Void?"

"The experiences of the Empire are a disaster for you, as much as they are for us, and for all civilizations resisting the Abyss," Father God gestured with his hand and turned towards the silver-haired woman by his side, who spoke little, "Sora."

"Mm."

The Dark Goddess gently replied and conjured out of thin air a pitch-black oval-shaped thin slice.

The moment that object appeared, I felt the dangerous power it contained. An unpleasant sensation rapidly spread through the air, and Sandora frowned, "Abyss?"

"To be precise, it’s an aggregation that has been infected by the Abyss Infection," Father God took the perilous object from the Dark Goddess with his hand. The lethal energy it contained was not yet strong enough to bother Father God, "The Osiris Council dispatched dozens of Divine Race Vanguard teams, and we eventually found this in a mysteriously destroyed world. Sora imprisoned it with her power, and it still maintains the same appearance as when it was first discovered. Its original form is a fragment of the foundational plate of the world’s stack system. Perhaps I need to explain—the stack system is an optional plugin for the world’s management system designed to help mitigate the adverse effects of law errors and design flaws in the world, functioning as an immune mechanism. The Abyss Power corrupted this stack system, ultimately leading to the universe’s conceptual collapse due to accumulated loopholes."

"Like kidney failure," Lin Xue solemnly nodded, earning herself a flick on the head from me.

"Was it the work of the Fallen Apostles?"

Big Sister blurted out instinctively, and her guess was confirmed by Father God, with further implications: "They did it, but they didn’t just destroy that world—in fact, except for this fragment... the entire stack system of that world is gone. The Vanguard teams searched through the remnants of the world, and the stack system, which theoretically should have lasted until the end after the destruction of the world, has disappeared."

"They stole it." (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to vote for it with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)