The amount of power was peculiar; unless he actively exerted it, one could barely tell if this person possessed any such strength at all.” This was precisely why Adrian was always surprised whenever Nicholas utilized his Cosmo.

At this moment, Ye Wen ignited his own one-unit Cosmo, which was essentially manifesting his Zhenqi in the form of a Cosmo. After all, some theories within the Mystic Universe bore a striking resemblance to the concept of the Cosmo, and with the addition of golden radiance, it was virtually indistinguishable.

However, Adrian keenly perceived a massive difference between Ye Wen's Cosmo and Nicholas's. Within the vast, boundless power of the cosmos Ye Wen projected, Adrian felt a sliver of divine majesty—a realm truly touched only by actual deities, absolutely unattainable by a mere human being...

“You... you... this is impossible?”

Stunned by Ye Wen’s power and snapping back to reality, Adrian’s first instinct was that the man before him must also be some sort of god, and his current appearance was merely a facade, as was his previous guise as an ordinary human.

Having resolved to end things quickly and unleashing his true strength, Ye Wen immediately realized from Adrian’s expression that the angel had perceived something. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and without hesitation, he planted his feet wide apart, simultaneously shoving his already raised, thick arms forward.

The Great Vajra Palm, unleashed at full power, erupted with terrifying force almost instantaneously. Driven by the Mystic Universe, this raw power bypassed space itself, arriving directly before Adrian. The crushing pressure that washed over him choked back the words he hadn't yet managed to utter.

At this juncture, Ye Wen still had time to embroider a flourish within his surging golden flames—perhaps creating a pattern of stars shaped like a charging bull to proclaim his status as Taurus.

Yet, next to that pattern, Garfield used his forepaws to mimic horns on his head, then lowered his head in a charging posture, utterly destroying the intended aura of dominance and instead eliciting a feeling that made one want to laugh or cry.

Of course, none of this mattered to the unfortunate angel. As the Great Vajra Palm's force exploded, a blinding golden light, so intense it made closing one’s eyes a necessity, nearly eclipsed the weak winter sun. Everyone blinked shut their eyes for that single instant. When they could finally look again, the angel was nowhere to be seen?

A pure white feather drifted down from the sky and landed squarely in Ye Wen’s palm. With a casual scoop, he seized the sole piece of evidence that the feathered creature had ever existed. “Next time... try not to waste so much breath...”

From his grand entrance to his swift demise, the angel had done little but posture, talk excessively, and adhere to some notion of chivalry. Perhaps Adrian intended to display angelic grace, gentlemanly conduct, and nobility, but in Ye Wen’s eyes, the display was nothing short of clownish.

Conversely, in that angel’s eyes, Ye Wen was likely equated with barbarism.

However, a small anomaly during that final second left Ye Wen slightly annoyed. As Adrian was pulverized into dust, Ye Wen felt something missing from the angel’s body just before it disintegrated. This sensation displeased him. He secretly surmised that the angel had deployed some final tactic—perhaps an escape method akin to the Nascent Soul leaving the body, or some means of transmitting information.

But upon reflection, he realized this situation might actually be better. If this incident truly sparked friction between the Olympians and the Celestial Pantheon, it would be far more reliable for stabilizing the warmongering Zeus than relying on this tiresome so-called Holy War.

Therefore, he quickly dismissed the matter. He turned to look at the group of people still standing stock-still, staring at him in shock. He held up the bird feather: “That angel got away. We should leave this place quickly!”

The stunned group was still reeling from the fact that the Lord Taurus had chased off an angel with a single move. But after a moment’s thought, they reasoned that since the Lord Taurus was a divine emissary of Goddess Athena, defeating an angel was not entirely unbelievable; their respective standings seemed equivalent.

People, at times, are masters at manufacturing rationalizations, and this moment was a prime example.

Seeing their reaction, Ye Wen said nothing more, letting them draw their own conclusions.

Nonetheless, following this unexpected encounter, Nicholas, who had become somewhat excessively arrogant, reverted to being exceedingly respectful toward Ye Wen. He even specifically sought Ye Wen out, earnestly requesting to continue his tutelage.

Ye Wen was surprised but flatly refused. He told the slightly disappointed Nicholas, “You have already attained power. What you must do now is continuously familiarize yourself with the strength you possess. On that matter, I have no methods to guide you. You must rely only on yourself!”

A reasonable explanation provided Nicholas some measure of relief, though if he knew Ye Wen simply couldn't be bothered to instruct him further, one could only guess his reaction.

Regardless, the main objectives of this outing had essentially been achieved: finding the Goddess’s reincarnation and cultivating a Gold Saint. Although the process had been chaotic, the result was acceptable...

It was only when Ye Wen looked down at the small child who had thoroughly soaked its diaper in his hands that he was rendered speechless again. What was even more absurd was that Cecilia, busy changing Isabella’s diaper, casually handed him several fresh ones: “Excuse me, Lord, could you please change Lina?”

“...”

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