Prologue.

The job of the Mold Gods is to guard the constellations, ensuring a balance between fortune and misfortune in the mortal realm. In simple terms, the Mold Gods control the "luck energy" and "misfortune energy," allowing for a balance of positive and negative energy in the mortal world.

Throne of the Great God?

Let's go for a walk somewhere else. Solara stood up, and suddenly a very sarcastic question came from behind him: "Solara, you're over three hundred years old this year, aren't you?"

Although Sola was angry, she decided to forgive him, considering that he was nearly two hundred years older than Lan Cang. She said slowly, "If you really look down on me, then I can only let you look down on me..."

The sky of the Molded God Realm twinkles with stars, and the light blue clouds gradually disperse, revealing a huge crystal sky terrace. The terrace is decorated with specks of silver sand, shining with brilliant light.

He reached out and touched the position of his sore buttocks, vaguely feeling a protrusion. It was probably because the technician was careless and didn't level the seat. He decided to use his own magic to level it, considering it a good deed. Sora thought generously, with his index finger overlapping his middle finger. In an instant of magic infusion, the small bump disappeared, and the seat became extremely comfortable.

Sola's heart was twisted into a knot, pressing her chest with her hand, tears welling up in her eyes, and she pleaded bitterly, "Great deity, you can punish me to become the goddess of flowers, the goddess of red wine, the goddess of beauty, the goddess of perfume..."

Sola has been pondering over this question countless times. He holds his handsome chin and uses his fingers to cover the band-aid on his cheek.

The chaise longue on the crystal rooftop is Sola's favorite place. For over three hundred years, he has always enjoyed gazing at the stars, eating fruits, and taking a nap here. In the past decade, he has noticed a unique red star, which has been getting brighter as time passes, while the surrounding stars have been dimming. Sola vaguely senses that a "disruptor of energy balance," a rare phenomenon in a millennium, has appeared on Earth. This kind of star grows stronger by absorbing the fortunate energy of the surrounding stars, which is absolutely abnormal.

Sora couldn't understand why Lan Cang, a little brat who was less than 150 years old, always had a problem with him and constantly picked on him. There were so many apprentices in the Mold God Realm, why did he specifically target himself? Does Lan Cang look down on him because of his age? Moreover, what harm does his age bring to anyone? He just enjoys living carefree every day, not disturbing the normal lives of humans, and striving for world peace. Is there anything wrong with this pursuit?

But as soon as he sat down for a while, he felt like there was something poking underneath, very uncomfortable.

How? Does Lan Cang think he is easy to bully? He actually takes advantage of the situation!

Sola, how dare you attempt to usurp the throne of the great deity!

He sorted out his chaotic thoughts, stabilized his emotions, looked up at the deity, and couldn't help but tremble again. From the deep "川" character on the deity's forehead, the tense lips, and the furious trembling eyes, he knew that the deity was really angry.

A sudden sound of burning came to his ears. Who is making such a noise? As he turned his head, he saw Blue Cang standing in the center of the Crystal Terrace with blue hair, solemnly casting magic towards the starry sky of the Moldy God Realm. Blue light shot towards the stars, causing their originally stable radiance to flicker.

So annoying!

The echoes of the angry roar of the great deity lingered on for a long time.

Sola was a little dizzy from being scolded. He was trying hard to figure out the ins and outs of the matter when he accidentally caught a glimpse of Lan Cang standing next to the great god, laughing triumphantly.

Toilet God! The Almighty almost interrupted Sora's words with a roar.

Oh great one, I really didn't mean to break your throne. I don't want to go kiss those perverted humans...Sora pleaded desperately.