I would rather betray the gods

After dinner, Old Xu lay comfortably on the rocking chair, taking only a palm-leaf fan and no book.

Ken put down his book as he gazed at the moon, because Yuzu and Yuebai had gone to the far side of the moon.

"Moonlight White, you..."

Upon landing, Yuzu was shocked to discover that Yuebai was completely enveloped in a bubble.

On the contrary, having activated his demigod mode, he no longer needs something that can be easily broken.

Yuebai knew what he wanted to say, nodded, and explained the reason.

She is an external god, and it would be impolite and bad for her health to keep loading and unloading weapons (power) within the jurisdiction of the local gods.

Few people can switch freely between mortal and divine like Yuzu, like a bug in the system.

Therefore, her physical condition is now closer to that of an ordinary person, so how could she not create a bubble while in space?

"Where did her power go?" Yuzu asked.

You know the story of a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, right? Now she's doing the opposite, sealing herself away as a 'silkworm pupa'. (Moonlight White answers.)

Now the pomelo can rest assured.

This moonlit night makes me sigh. Humans have their own laws, and immortals have their own rules. People always fantasize about attaining enlightenment and ascending to heaven to live a free and happy life, but little do they know that even the heavens beyond the heavens have rules. Whether you are a human or a god, what matters is meaning.

But flowers come in all colors, some people are born with a strong affinity for immortality, and can cultivate as if they were not, and there are also people with superpowers, some of whom are so strong that they are comparable to gods. Isn't this a contradiction? Yuzu couldn't understand it. The world of the creator is not so easy to comprehend.

What's so contradictory? They're the same pair of socks, but wearing them on your feet is civilized, while wearing them on your head is robbery.

Walking in socks corresponds to the natural way, because socks were created to protect the feet.

Wearing it on one's head might bring a moment of glory in life, but it's ultimately a dead end, unacceptable by the natural order, and its nature varies depending on the motive.

Try to keep the explanation of "月白" simple, since the simpler things are, the harder they are to truly describe.

"I understand. If you're gold, you'll shine even in the human world; if you're not, even if you travel across mountains and rivers and become a god, you're still just an ordinary person on another level."

Grapefruit is a bit of a brain teaser.

"Yes, yes, that's pretty much the idea."

Yuebai seconded with a displeased look. It was clearly his own summary, but his summary was more insightful than yours. The copy was more brilliant than the original. Who would be happy about that?

"Oh yeah, you said there was something off about this, but I just couldn't see it."

Not only that, but the pomelo is also very perceptive; when it senses something is wrong, it quickly changes the subject.

Sure enough, Yuebai's complexion calmed down considerably.

She told Yuzu that she sensed a monitoring energy when they first entered the atmosphere of Blue Fat Star.

At first, she had no idea about the source of the energy, but after observing the moon's position over the past two days, she realized that the mysterious energy that day came from the moon, which was not visible during the day.

Everything seemed strange. She had greeted Blue Fat Star as the Great Ruler for so long, yet she hadn't seen a single orthodox god. Who was monitoring them and what were their intentions?

It seems the truth lies in this Doraemon version of the far side of the moon!

|Sage Art - Moonquake|

With a single palm strike to the ground, Yuebai used the power of stars to strike the moon. What is visible may not be reliable, but what is invisible will naturally surface with the vibration.

Even a fallen camel is bigger than a horse; though not yet a god, she still perfectly wields the great art of celestial manipulation.

The moment her palm touched the ground, the incantation spread outwards like ribbons, instantly binding the moon.

"Buzz..."

It sounded like a deep echo from the depths of a glacier, profound and silent, yet without any return.

"The moon doesn't look like it?!"

Almost simultaneously, Yuzu and Yuebai blurted out.

The term "moon-like" is a technical term used in the context of the lunar system. Similar planets may have similar characteristics, but this lunar-like satellite in front of us has shown a completely different reaction, with no echo.

Perhaps... it didn't produce the desired effect.

The moon shines white as it gazes at the pomelo.

Yuzu understood, her eyes darted around, and she immediately copied the same spell: Immortal Technique - Moon Tremor!

It's not a direct copy; this time, the extended incantation has more "forks," like a big tree with old branches sprouting new ones, and the details are more refined.

Then, not only did sounds come from underground, but seven giant pyramids also emerged from the ground on their side, each topped with a net-like sphere.

The exquisite use of magic once again outshone Yuebai, who immediately wore an expression of jealousy and hatred.

His expression was so resentful that even Yuzu could sense it without looking, and beads of sweat immediately appeared on the back of her head in embarrassment.

"What are these things? Perhaps they absorbed the echoes."

The only way to conceal one's brilliance is to not look at it at all, Yuzu quickly asked, seemingly puzzled.

In fact, he had already imagined 180 uses for this shape, including the possibility that the spheres could fly.

Yuebai, still focused on the big picture, observed for a while, then rested her chin on her hand and said thoughtfully, "It looks like some kind of signal transceiver. Could it have been built by some mysterious civilization? The mysterious monitoring energy I sensed should also be related to them."

Yes, yes, thank goodness you didn't misunderstand!

Yuzu thought to herself, but said aloud, "Oh, I see. I just wonder where this mysterious civilization is hiding, and why the gods on Blue Fatty Planet are ignoring it?"

He truly couldn't understand the doubt in her words.

Looking out at the vast starry sky, Yuebai couldn't come up with an answer for a moment...

That day, the workshop where the pomelo was located was ordered to shut down, and everyone inside was to gather at the factory gate.

Yuzu followed the crowd and roughly understood the reason from the surrounding discussions.

It turns out that the factory's big boss had brought back his youngest son, who had been separated from him for many years. Today was the young master's first visit to the factory, and the person in charge specially arranged for some insignificant workshop employees to line up to welcome him.

Of course, in times of great chaos, strange things are said. He even heard someone say that this person might be the voice of the prophesied holy king.

A short while later, a black sedan pulled up at the entrance.

Amidst flowers and ribbons from several workshop managers, the young master slowly stepped off the car.

This person was around twenty-five years old, with a youthful appearance. Perhaps because he had always lived in an ordinary family, he had not been tainted by any arrogance of the powerful and wealthy.

But a person's true worth lies in their own heart. Even without the privilege of being born into wealth, this person still possesses an undeniable air of nobility.

He had fair skin, a handsome face, and long, narrow, dark, and bright eyes, as if God himself had painted them at birth.

In short, at first glance, he exudes an indescribable air of nobility that emanates from within, which cannot be concealed even when dressed in tattered clothes.

"Hello everyone, my name is Qingyuan. My father gave me this name after I came back, according to the family's generational naming system. It's nice to meet you all. Please take care of me in the future."

To everyone's surprise, the young master did not follow the instructions of the leaders and instead stopped in the middle of the crowd to greet them.

Indeed, the most valuable quality in a person is self-respect. Only by respecting oneself and others can one earn respect. This action demonstrates that Qingyuan has a high level of self-cultivation.

The entire audience erupted in enthusiastic applause.

After the applause subsided, Qingyuan unexpectedly walked towards the crowd and led two people out from among them, saying, "My eldest brother Qingjiao is on the left, and my second brother Qinghe is on the right."

The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause once again.

Three brothers? They don't seem like it. The two who were led out look exactly alike.

Yuzu clapped along, looking surprised.

"The two people next to him are his brothers, who are his cousins."

There are always kind-hearted people out there. An older man next to her saw that Youzi looked puzzled and explained.

Oh, I see!

Yuzu immediately increased the intensity of her clapping, not for any other reason than that this young master was truly of good character, not ignoring his own cousin, who was far inferior to him, because of the difference in their social status...