Mushroom Soup.
Add whatever ingredients, brew whatever soup.
Now that I have a certain level of strength, I can control the synthesis direction of the mushroom ingredients.
Rather than stewing randomly, choosing whatever mushroom appears.
Liu Jun knew that as a Longevity Divine Spirit, he was not suitable to host this matter, so he thought:
"The master of this era is God, if you want to create a batch of baby angels, you naturally cannot bypass God,
God can give you more support, he will cultivate these winged baby angels in the Celestial Kingdom, even becoming God’s left and right hands."
The Lake Fairy and this Sage Fairy listened with great joy.
The clouds in the sky, the free wind, the scorching sun, are all mysterious messengers of God.
"Can I?"
The Lake Fairy shouted, unable to believe her ears.
"What? Even the Longevity Divine Spirit has been seen, isn’t the Longevity Divine Spirit as good as God?" The Longevity Divine Spirit said with a smile.
"No, of course not."
The Lake Fairy stammered, "I’m just too excited, my dream is to see God, to visit the Celestial Kingdom, because that’s the homeland of us fairies, God is indeed our King of Fairies."
The Longevity Divine Spirit said, "I can give you an invitation to the Celestial Kingdom. Follow the river eastward, where there is a Nether River. Show the invitation, and a ferry will come; go upward to reach the Nether Sea, and along the central Tower of Babel, you can enter the Celestial Kingdom."
The era is different now.
The population is growing, and the Death Giant’s boat can no longer take them across.
So he established a series of Nether Ships, with boat spirits enchanted by the mysterious, going back and forth at various ferries.
When people from every town, tribe, or village die, they invite the Netherworld Messengers to ferry them in prayer, bidding farewell to their loved ones.
Following the river downward, they head to the death place of the Netherworld.
Going against the river upward is the only official way to visit God in the Celestial Kingdom.
Soon, the Lake Fairy and this Great Sage began to pack up and leave this forest, embarking on their adventure.
...
The Celestial Kingdom.
In the resplendent palace.
This visitor explained his ideals, passionately:
"I abhor war. Once, my dream was to study medicine, but medicine cannot solve war."
"War is one of the important means of civilization to reshape order and redistribute resources."
"Class solidification will trigger war."
"Technological advancement also starts with the outbreak of war."
"From a macroscopic perspective of civilization, war has so many advantages for racial development, yet it isn’t without flaws."
"The flaw of war is death, the extinction of a large population, the destruction of nations."
"So, at a certain moment, I knew I couldn’t solve war, I could only... increase the population to resolve the negative impact brought by war."
"From that day on, I gave up on becoming stronger, gave up on studying medicine, because it couldn’t save this land. I became a fertility expert, and my dream is to increase the population."
Listening to the continuous speech, God, sitting in the Celestial Kingdom, was moved: "If that’s the case, then I permit you to fulfill your dream in the Celestial Kingdom."
Three more years passed.
After receiving God’s approval, the two of them settled here.
A new Fairy Forest also appeared in the Celestial Kingdom, with a Fairy Lake still standing at the center, and next to it was a tower of Master Peter.
And for these three years, they have been executing the Celestial Plan: Building the race of Little Angels, Angela.
This race will serve as the only Divine Messenger serving God in the Celestial Kingdom.
Step, step, step.
Today, God came to patrol here, followed by the visiting heroine Rilla.
"In these years, I have traveled the earth, and each time I have seen something fresh."
Rilla lifted her head, full of confidence, "Being an explorer is very interesting, and as a Demon Hunter, I have been constantly searching for the remnants of the Demon King, relentlessly pursuing them."
"Over the years, I haven’t been cultivating, instead, I feel like I’ve had some breakthroughs; indeed, you can’t always keep the bottleneck taut. With relaxation and tension, an epiphany will enter you into that realm."
God looked at his confident disciple and couldn’t help but smile.
Indeed, life always has its lows and peaks.
He still remembered a few years ago, when Rilla was gloomy, the light in her eyes faded, ready to settle down and become a housewife...
"Getting through this hurdle, everything is vastly different," Rilla emphasized, "I understand now, life is full of ups and downs, just like your alternation of clouds and sunshine on the earth."
Now Rilla exudes bravery and confidence.
Clad in armor, with a longsword at her waist, and her golden hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall, as if she had once again become the confident war goddess of those years.
Upon entering a garden, a group of adorable baby angels came flying.
"God, you are here."
"Angela, pay your respects to him!"
"Praise the Almighty Lord!"
A group of babies flew everywhere, their little white wings adorably trailing behind.
Rilla looked at them, instantly sensing, "They are very weak, can’t they cultivate? Even their telekinesis and bodies can’t be trained?"
"Yes."
God said to his disciple Rilla: "Their life state is locked, which also means they are as fragile as newborns, unable to grow effectively."
Rilla said, "It’s a pity that if these Saints could grow and cultivate, they might become stronger, wouldn’t they? They are just standing at the starting point of life’s potential."