Throughout the turbulent night, information channels of the Celestial Words allowed words of the startling events to spread at breakneck speed. The legions of disciples from the hegemonic sects h.o.a.rding hundreds of thousands of enslaved Nagas toward the Sea Dream Capital certainly didn't help conceal the news. Not that anyone wished to. Now, all knew that Chandra, the Cardinal Moon Lord had perished under Brihaspati's wrath and that the Moon Refining Palace's legacy ended.

　　Of Chandra's three-thousand consorts, even the non-Nagas weren't spared, and all became slaves up for grabs in an upcoming auction. And thinking of the possibility to buy one of the fallen Primogen's consorts, many devas from various backgrounds flocked the Sea Dream Capital. Most with evil intent. Of course, there were a few who merely planned to recover their lost relatives. A scant few.

　　Meanwhile, although the stakes changed, the Essence Nurturing Forest remained an object of fierce compet.i.tion. The Primal Sun Sect wouldn't withdraw. On the contrary, they would fight with even more intensity to wipe their lord's shame. At the same time, with their new grab of land granting them direct access and right, the Eternal Void Palace dispatched their best team of Rakshasas to join the fray. And so did the Radiant Light Palace.

　　With his sect's core resources plundered and his Dao's collapse, even if Brihaspati wished to remain neutral, he couldn't. Before those changes, Daksha's face shone with gravity. In this compet.i.tion, the Sea Dream Temple undoubtedly faced the strongest challenges.

　　But naturally, he wouldn't retreat. And as he stared at the Essence Nurturing Forest's map on his oak table, Daksha's eyes contorted into a frown. Meanwhile, a slender G.o.ddess stood across the table, right in front of him, with her arms folded beneath her D cup b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and her magenta eyes flas.h.i.+ng serenity.

　　"Father, you can't remain hesitant."

　　The G.o.ddess declared. Though boasting the usual luminous hairs and magenta eyes all Mara possessed, she seemed endowed with a preternatural beauty, even on her race's standards, that compelled a stare of complete abandon and burning pa.s.sion. If she so wished, a simple glance was more than enough to trigger blind adoration from even seasoned deities. And while her cultivation remained stranded at the half-step Legendary G.o.ddess Rank, many often mistook her as the Mara Primogen.