Facing the joint "complaint" from her two colleagues, White Tiger's response finally came from the Magic Circle's Core.
The golden light deep within the Main Hall suddenly shrank.
Immediately after, White Tiger's slightly aggrieved yet extremely stubborn voice echoed from the Temple.
"You know jack shit! This is called the labor pains of creation!"
The white-haired lolita shouted across the void, her aura not losing out in the slightest.
"I am engaged in an unprecedentedly great creation! An absolutely perfect deduction of a Divine Law!"
"You two, one only knows how to lament the autumn and mourn the spring, and the other has a brain full of muscle. You don't understand the beauty of this at all! Stop bothering me!"
Her voice was filled with the extreme impatience of having her creative flow interrupted, mixed with a hint of grievance she hadn't even noticed herself.
These words were equivalent to pouring oil on a fire.
"Perfect? Just based on these rule models of yours that are leaking everywhere?"
Azure Dragon sneered, her Runic Pen in the air tapping a few points, precisely drawing out several wisps of scattered golden garbled characters to display publicly.
"You can't even get the most basic numerical balance right. How does this reeking of copper-stink, number-stacked mess deserve to be called perfect?"
"Cut the fucking bullshit!"
Vermilion Bird's style was more direct. She cracked her knuckles, the joints popping crisply.
"I don't give a damn about your bullshit creation. Stop this instant!"
"Or I'll personally go in there and help you cool down physically!"
"How dare you!"
White Tiger's voice suddenly shot up eight octaves.
Three ancient Celestial Gods, separated by the walls of the Main Hall, launched into a high-level war of words over "whose aesthetic was more inferior" and "whose creation was more trash."
It looked as if they would charge into the Temple and start a full-blown brawl in the next second.
Lin Qingyue and her three companions were forced to withdraw from their cultivation state.
They ran into the courtyard and stared at the sky, dumbfounded, watching this myth-level scene unfold.
"Sis... this art style..."
Lin Xiyue swallowed hard, feeling her worldview being repeatedly reshaped.
"Why do I feel like these three are holding a project review meeting?"
"A Technical Director, an Art Director, and an Administrative Supervisor in charge of logistics."
"Now they're about to fight because their project visions don't align."
"That's a very concise summary."
Lin Qingyue stroked her chin, watching with great interest.
"The Tech Department thinks the Art Department is just making a bunch of superficial, flashy stuff."
"The Art Department thinks the Tech Department is just a block of wood with no aesthetic sense."
"And the Logistics Department just wants them to finish quickly so they don't delay their afternoon tea."
If this myth-level drama could be livestreamed, the viewer count would definitely break records.
She even pulled a handful of melon seeds from her spatial backpack and handed them to Lin Xiyue, who was panting heavily beside her.
Just as the three parties were at each other's throats, on the verge of upgrading from a war of words to a physical brawl, a completely different aura enveloped the entire scene.
That aura lacked Azure Dragon's vibrant vitality, Vermilion Bird's fiery violence, and White Tiger's bone-chilling sharpness.
It was a... weariness that could make time itself slow down.
The violent energy storm and piercing arguments surrounding them came to an abrupt halt the moment this aura appeared.
The entire world seemed to have its mute button pressed.
Gentle ripples spread out across space.
At the center of the ripples, a figure gradually materialized, appearing in the middle of the three-way standoff.
A black-haired girl.
Her face clearly held a hint of pure, childish innocence, yet her body's curves were breathtaking, creating a stark contrast with her youthful, sleepy expression.
She wore only a loose-fitting, black silk nightgown, its straps slipping off to reveal her rounded shoulders and vast expanses of smooth skin.
She was barefoot.
Her fair toes occasionally curled as she stepped upon the ink-wash patterns rippling in the void, each step taken with extreme slowness.
With every step, the space beneath her feet sent out a circle of ink-wash ripples, silently smoothing away the turbulent Law power of the other three Celestial Gods.
Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, nearly reaching her ankles.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes while letting out a long, ungraceful yawn.
That soft, fluffy voice had a sticky sweetness to it, enough to make a person's bones turn to jelly.
"Mmm... so noisy..."
"Who... shook my pillow... and made it collapse?"
The Azure Dragon's pride, the Vermilion Bird's fiery temper, and the White Tiger's irritableness all fizzled out before this ultimate-level "laziness."
The three Celestial Gods, who had been arguing incessantly, shut their mouths in unison upon Her appearance.
Vermilion Bird's explosive temper actually showed a rare hint of a headache when facing this sleepy-eyed, black-haired girl.
Even her high-tied crimson ponytail seemed to wilt slightly, and the hand clutching the purple clay teapot subconsciously pulled back a bit, as if she were terrified that the steam from the teapot might disturb the other's good dream.
"You from the North, why did you get up?"
Vermilion Bird lowered her voice, her tone betraying a deep sense of apprehension.
"Phainon messed with the rules, and the Law overflow woke up the entire continent."
Azure Dragon also retracted his proud literary posture, silently tucking the Runic Pen suspended in the air back into his sleeve.
This barefoot, black-haired girl was none other than the Northern Celestial God: Black Tortoise.
The only pure defensive-type among the Four Celestial Gods, the embodiment of the emotion "Sloth."
In her logic, everything in the world was a nuisance, except for sleeping and maintaining the minimum necessary breathing.
She could seal her own Temple for a thousand years just for a good night's sleep.
If the White Tiger's commotion hadn't been so massive this time, comparable to a hundred alarm clocks booming in her ears at once, I'm afraid no one could have awakened her from her slumber.
Black Tortoise kept her eyes half-closed, her black pupils filled only with a misty haze.
She tilted her head, looking at the White Tiger Temple that continuously spewed golden Runes, her brow furrowing into a small knot.
"My pillow... broke..."
Black Tortoise yawned again, a single tear even glistening at the corner of her eye.
Then, she slowly extended her slender, fair arm and gently grasped the void.
In an instant, the Metal Qi above the entire White Tiger Temple encountered its absolute natural enemy.
The originally sharp, violent golden storm, capable of cutting through space, strangely became viscous and heavy upon touching those ink-wash ripples.
That was not the dissipation of energy.
It was a forced deceleration on the level of physical Law.
Within Black Tortoise's domain, the flow of time and space was infinitely stretched. All aggressive energy was forcibly dragged into a mire called "Absolute Sluggishness."
Lin Qingyue watched as the once lightning-fast golden threads turned into a snail's crawl.
"This kind of authority suppression..."
Su Wan remarked softly, the active molecular structure inside the ice-blue crystal in her hand all but coming to a halt.
"Compared to pure slaughter, this ability to 'stop' everything is what's truly terrifying."
Deep within the White Tiger Temple, the little white-haired girl who was frantically "overtime-working" was finally pushed to the limit by this suffocatingly heavy, languid aura.
"Old Black! Stop interfering!"
White Tiger's shrill voice pierced through the layers of magic circles.
"My logical deduction has reached a critical point, and your meddling has plunged this god's computing power to rock bottom! Go back to your North Sea and sleep!"
Black Tortoise ignored her roar.
She slowly walked to the edge of that golden magic circle, extended a slender finger, and gently tapped on the light wall composed of countless Law Runes.
The moment her fingertip touched, ink-like ripples spread out.
The Law barrier, meticulously constructed by White Tiger and imbued with rigorous logic, actually dissolved and dispersed rapidly, like a drop of ink in clear water.
A gap large enough for a person to pass through silently appeared.
Throughout the entire process, there was no energy conflict, only a languid sense of "letting everything return to void and silence."
Black Tortoise's eyelids drooped, as if she could fall asleep the next second, yet her steps did not stop, and she slowly drifted into the gap of the temple.
"So sleepy... let me see..."
"What kind of thing is it, that's worth you all making such a big fuss."