The portable grandfathers that appear are all problematic.

“Yes, we talked for a long time. That girl really likes you, it’s the kind of pure liking, so a little chat and some encouragement were enough,” Alora said with a smile.

"Oh," Xue replied calmly.

He seemed unsurprised and showed little reaction to what the Pope said.

"Your void hasn't expanded, which is a good thing. At the same time, there are more and more connections bypassing the void. As long as you don't continue to use that power, there won't be much of a problem once the routes around the void are long enough to build bridges over it," the Pope said, withdrawing her hand.

"Yes, thank you," Xue said with a smile.

He looked at the [Sand of Flowing Light] on his chest. For some reason, after today's high jump, the sand seemed to have increased a lot. Xue Luding was a little confused. Were many people watching him when he did the high jump?

He had only been persuaded by the little witch to jump around on the playground, and now the sand in the [Sand of Flowing Light] had increased by more than half. Now he could use Genesis for at least 5 minutes without any energy replenishment.

This high jump was equivalent to what I had collected over the previous few days.

This also means that, as the Pope said, he is no longer affected by the power. As long as the power does not continue to strengthen, the Sands of Flowing Light can gradually build a bridge in his emotions and make him return to the way he was before.

Once he learns the advanced level of Holy Light, he can use it to limit his current authority. If he can't eliminate the authority, he can at least prevent it from expanding further, essentially setting up a self-seal.

Perhaps this is what Mom and others want to see?

Xue Lude thought to himself that he didn't really care about himself at all, but he was willing to do it so that his mother and his family could feel a little better.

Soon, the food was served, and old Barak, who was playing "Miracle Again" with the two little girls, sat down at the table feeling very comfortable.

During dinner, Fafnir kept serving food to Xue Lude, while Xue Lude kept serving food to Xiaolongniang. Xiaolongniang accepted everything and ate it all.

The whole dinner table was quite lively, but inside her consciousness space, Su Su watched this scene with a burning desire. She wanted to join in, but she couldn't leave her consciousness space at all. She could only cling tightly to her shrine maiden outfit, looking outside like a helpless wife.

"Let's eat something together." Xue Dinglu handed a whole bowl of untouched food to Su Su.

The little witch paused for a moment, then said, "Didn't that girl call you?"

"Eat something, it's not good to just eat bread every day," Xue said with a smile.

Although Xue's bread-making technique can transform other organic matter into bread with all sorts of strange flavors, it is still cold. It's better to give the little girl inside the body a hot one so that she can feel a sense of participation.

It also allowed her to taste Earth's cuisine, which was probably the first time she had ever eaten Earth's food.

"Mmm...delicious..." The little witch immediately stopped caring who served her the food and just sat on the dormitory table, shoveling food into her mouth.

After a hearty meal, the old ghost and Alora prepared to leave.

"Grandpa Panda, remember to bring KFC when you have a holiday tomorrow!" Little Dragon Girl still couldn't forget about KFC.

"Grandpa will take the day off early tomorrow to come see his little granddaughter!" Old Barak said with a smile.

As they walked out the door, Xue Dinglu silently took out a ticket from his hand and said, "Old Deng, this is Daigo's autograph. I got one when I had time."

For a moment, old Barak stared blankly at the ticket in his hand, then his hands trembled as he took it. At this moment, he was completely different from his shameless old man before, and he accepted the ticket with great care.

"You've already seen Daigo? How is he now?"

"I'm very happy, but he's getting old, probably over fifty now, and his health isn't what it used to be," Xue Dinglu said.

“Yes, even Daigo is so old…” Old Barak sighed, “Does he still have concerts? I’d like to take some time to go see him when I have a long vacation…”

"I think so."

"That's good then, goodbye, Xue boy..." The old ghost left, still feeling quite melancholy as he departed, whether from hearing that Da Gu was already over fifty or from learning that his health was not what it used to be.

But in any case, he has fulfilled one of his dreams.

……

Back home, Xue Luding looked at Fafnir, who was packing her things, her aunt who was asleep on the sofa, and her two daughters who had been noisy but had quieted down after seeing their aunt asleep.

"Does Auntie often sleep like this now?" Xue Dinglu quietly asked the two children.

"Hmm...it seems so. Grandma is getting more and more sleepy. Now she's only awake during mealtimes and when she's doing laundry. She's asleep the rest of the time," Little Dragon's mother said.

"Dad, is there something wrong with Grandma's health?" Little Dragon's mother asked.

"No, alright, you should all go to sleep too." Xue Dinglu carried his aunt back to her room and covered her with a blanket.

After finishing her work, she picked up her second daughter's flowerpot and watered it herself. Compared to her eldest daughter's boisterousness, her second daughter was a quiet little girl.

She's just too quiet. She spends 20 hours a day planting herself in a flowerpot, comfortably sprawling in it.

"Dad, is that light still there?" Little Tree Mother asked.

"Light? Holy light?" Xue Luding suddenly thought, if this little girl spends 20 hours a day planting herself in a flowerpot, how can she still photosynthesize?

Or, can holy light perform photosynthesis?

Xue Daolu silently rubbed a small ball of light, then used magic to make it float above his second daughter's head. The next moment, the little tree mother seemed to be enjoying herself, and she completely slumped lazily in the flowerpot, fully absorbing the light emitted by the holy light ball.

Xue Law: "..."

It's actually photosynthesizing?

Seeing that his youngest daughter was sleeping comfortably, Xue Dinglu did not disturb her.

Only Xiaolongniang was still causing trouble. Xue Daolu looked around and saw that his two daughters were now living in the same room, and this guy was also making a fuss. So Xue Daolu said, "I'll take you to the school to play."

"Yeah."

The next instant, Little Dragon Girl arrived in the consciousness space, this subspace.

She saw the sacred tree in the distance with great curiosity, and then tears streamed down her face.

Xue Luding shrugged. It seemed that all dragons were like this, unable to move once they saw the divine tree. So Xue Luding had previously been worried that the little dragon girl might eat her own sister because she was greedy.

However, it seems that Little Dragon Girl is not interested in her own sister, but is very interested in the other divine trees.

Previously, Su Su wanted to meet the Little Dragon Girl, so Xue Luding brought his daughter to see the lonely little witch. After all, she was the only one in the entire academy. Although she could see the outside world through Xue Luding's perspective, she would still feel a bit lonely.

Humans are social animals after all, and given that Su Su had previously stated that she was essentially the same as Xiao Long Niang, Xue Dinglu brought his eldest daughter along.

"Wow, the little girl is so cute." When Su Su saw the little dragon girl, the instinctive feeling of "kindred spirits" made her very happy, and she immediately went up to touch the little dragon girl's head and horns.

Little Dragon Girl looked at the older sister with a blank expression, then turned to look at Xue Dinglu.

"Call her whatever you want, sister or aunt is fine," Xue Dinglu said casually. "You can play here, and leave when you're tired. I'm off now."

"Oh! Auntie..." Little Dragon Girl called out tentatively.

"Sigh!" Su Su really liked this cute little girl, and even felt a sense of kinship with her. She immediately pulled the little dragon girl and started making a ruckus throughout the entire magic academy. After all, there were only the two of them here now. Except for the treasure room and the library, which were not open to Xue Luding, Xue Luding had opened up all other places.

……

Late at night, Xue Dinglu seemed to have once again sunk into that dream.

The dream of Faust.

The world remains the same: the descendants of nobles are nobles, the descendants of gangsters are gangsters, and the descendants of prostitutes are still prostitutes...

Nothing changed. Over the years, all his plans were rejected, so he stopped thinking about making changes and, like other mystical aristocrats, began to give up, drifting along and living a dissolute life.

This delighted the other nobles, who then sent their daughters to Faust.

Faust did not refuse; he accepted all the noble ladies sent to him. Soon, his mansion had hundreds of concubines, which reassured all the other nobles. The 12th Apostle watched all this with a smile from beginning to end.

They possess the power to cleanse the earth's surface, and given enough time, Faust alone could set up a vast network of eyes that span the entire world, easily managing all the grassroots levels.

However, he couldn't do it. The resistance he encountered in any action was much greater than he had imagined. But as long as he didn't think about doing anything practical, hundreds of noble ladies would soon be sent to his home.

Really...

Faust laughed as he began to indulge in debauchery, taking any girl he could get his hands on and partying every night. He even managed to be the groom every night, as if he had completely fallen into depravity, waking up every day to be surrounded by white thighs and breasts.

He seemed to have completely fallen into depravity, indulging in such a world.

One piece of intelligence after another was sent out from Faust Palace, and all the other nobles and their colleagues in the Chorus were very satisfied.

This is exactly what they wanted to see; the best scenario would be for Faust to do nothing.

Therefore, they began to intensify their efforts, sending their daughters, granddaughters, nieces...

Faust accepted all comers, and an even larger mansion was built next to his mansion. He seemed to be completely immersed in the beauty of the body and the warmth of the breasts, reveling every night and having a great time... or so?

Faust awoke once again from the embrace that bound his chest and thighs, his eyes more terrifying than anyone else's.

After such a long period of indulgence, the demons in his heart have not diminished, but have instead grown stronger. And by feigning weakness during this period, he finally got what he wanted.

Divine Descent Technique

The most powerful technique to connect with another outer god through communication with the outer god!

This world is beyond saving. Only other Outer Gods can deal with Mephisto, or even the other Apostle behind Mephisto.

In fact, Faust desired a war-mongering Outer God, preferably...

Destroy the world!

Destroy everything, prostitutes, gangsters, nobles, and hymns!

Burn this world to ashes, leave nothing behind!

"My lord, you're awake?" The young lady beside him also seemed to have woken up, and without any hesitation, she pressed herself against Faust, her soft breasts pressing against his body to create beautiful curves.

The demon in my heart laughed wildly, as if mocking me, or perhaps it was a sarcastic remark.

The seductive sounds emanating from Faust's mansion had not ceased for countless days.

The other members of the Singing Society were laughing at the next meeting, even though Faust was absent, they still couldn't stop laughing.

Just as they were thinking about where to get another batch of girls to send to Faust, the whole world trembled in the next instant, and they were stunned, not knowing what had happened.

Only Mephisto looked in that direction with horror, because he sensed a familiar spell there.

That is the Divine Descent Technique!

He couldn't sit still any longer, and when he opened the portal and arrived at Faust's mansion, the entire mansion was filled with blood and severed limbs.

The noble ladies were scattered on the ground, their bodies forming the structure of this mystical ritual, their blood becoming the core of the spell.

The blood-stained Faust laughed maniacally, like a demon, like a madman. Behind him lay a pile of "noble ladies," their disbelieving, distorted faces seeming to be telling a story, as if they were pleading for something.

And Faust dances in this hellish painting, like an elegant gentleman, performing a beautiful dance, as graceful as a gentleman straight out of a textbook, his monocle reflecting blood-red advertisements, dancing gracefully under the moonlight.

"Thank you all for providing me with the material." He looked at his fellow members of the hymn society, showed no fear, and gracefully bowed before continuing his dance.

"The time for the gods to descend has come; let us destroy the world!"

These lyrics were sung during a dance performance.

Chapter 381: The Joint Plan Against the Twelfth Apostle

When Xue Dinglu awoke from the dream again, he felt the lingering effect of someone else's memories...

He rubbed his temples, sitting blankly on the bed, then stared out the window like a physicist who was interested in black holes.

Am I... awake?

Just as he was about to act, the memory of others surged back, hundreds of pairs of white thighs and buttocks, then in the blink of an eye, they turned into a pile of assembled parts, becoming the material for that divine descent ritual...

Headache. Although Xue Dinglu has received other people's memories many times through dreams, this time the memory reception is extremely difficult.

Perhaps it was the madness mixed with tranquility and beauty in this memory, or perhaps it was simply curiosity, that caused the Schrödinger's CPU in the dream to be unable to process it.

However, he continued to look at the gentle Faust on the roots of the sacred tree.

At this moment, Faust rose, bowed like a gentleman, and calmly said, "Good morning, Your Excellency the Apostle."

Xue Luding nodded slightly. This elegant and gentlemanly man was completely incomparable to the demon in his dream who arranged the parts of hundreds of girls into a ritual array.

Although Xue Dinglu knew he had his reasons for doing this—those girls were ostensibly his wives, but secretly they had passed on information such as how many ants were in his mansion—he knew they had their own.

Some even used more underhanded methods, secretly transferring Faust's assets, interests, and other resources to his maternal family.

To put it nicely, it's a marriage alliance; to put it bluntly, it's like planting an inside agent.

If magic could be divided, they wouldn't mind tearing Faust's cultivation to pieces.

But from an emotional perspective, what Faust did...

At the very least, don't make it so abstract and disgusting...

Xue Lu looked at Faust, and his only assessment of this madman was that he was a damned madman.

Faust didn't care whether he deserved to die. If he could destroy the world by sacrificing his life, he would be willing to commit seppuku ten thousand times a day.

He was not afraid of death at all. He had nothing, so much so that he gave up everything and only thought about destroying the world.

Therefore, he was invincible. Xue's Law even felt that Faust's actions were more like those of a "self-destructor" than a self-destructor.