Gods Choose a Concubine, Yin Xue is Chosen?

The capital of the Pantheon Empire was more magnificent than any city Lin Mo had ever seen.

This is a city that was created by the gods and has been imbued with the everyday life of mortals for thousands of years.

The streets were wide enough to accommodate eight carriages traveling side by side, and the buildings on both sides were of varying heights.

The granite fortresses of the dwarves stand side by side with the vine-covered pavilions of the elves.

Human merchants set up spice stalls opposite the orc blacksmith's shop, their cries mingling with the sounds of hammering.

The air was filled with the aroma of toasting bread and the scent of sandalwood wafting from some unknown temple.

The most striking feature is the towering structure that pierces the clouds in the very center of the town.

The tower is made entirely of an unknown silver-white material, with extremely faint spatial law patterns flowing across its surface, each pattern seemingly breathing slowly.

The spire pierced through the clouds and disappeared into the horizon beyond the reach of mortal eyes.

That is the only fixed passage between the realm of gods and the mortal world.

Lin Mo was standing in front of the tower at this moment.

"This tower is so tall."

Yin Xue looked up at the top of the tower and sighed.

Mianmian, meanwhile, was clinging to Lin Mo's shoulder and munching on her bread.

The figures of Judgment and the God of War slowly appeared beside Lin Mo.

The silvery-white tower was reflected in the judge's gray eyes, and she remained silent for a long while before speaking.

His tone carried an extremely complex mix of nostalgia and bitterness.

"There is also a Tower of Babel in the God Realm, but it was destroyed by Gao Yang himself and turned into the largest floating island in the rift space."

The God of War lowered his voice, as if talking to himself.

"I tried to walk down this tower years ago, and at the time I thought it was too high and would take a whole day to walk down. I wanted to do it again later, but I never had the chance."

Just as Lin Mo was about to walk toward the tower gate, a middle-aged man in a dark blue official robe squeezed out from the crowd.

He blocked his way with a broad smile.

The official wore a silver badge on his chest, his hair was neatly combed, but his hairline had receded to the top of his head, revealing his forehead, which was slightly shiny from the sunlight.

He bowed slightly to Lin Mo, his tone respectful and attentive.

"Is Your Excellency the Demigod going to the God Realm? Please wait a little longer. The Tower of Babel can only be used after the ascension ceremony is completed. You've come at the right time; the ceremony is about to begin."

An ascension ceremony?

Lin Mo frowned slightly; he had no idea what the name meant.

But the moment the Judgement and the God of War heard those four words, their expressions froze almost simultaneously.

Yin Xue's perception was incredibly sharp; she almost immediately caught the guilty expressions on the faces of the two gods.

She flew up from Lin Mo's shoulder, hovering with her arms crossed in front of Judgment and the God of War, her scarlet eyes narrowing into two dangerous slits.

"What's with those expressions on your faces? What's this 'ascension ceremony'? Tell me."

"Uh... this..."

The God of War scratched the back of his head, his gaze drifting to the fruit stand on the street, then to the tall tower in the distance, but he refused to meet Yin Xue's eyes.

The judge coughed lightly, his gray hair falling down to cover half his face, and mumbled in a very unusual, severely lacking tone.

"Well... every now and then the divine realm selects some people from the mortal world... to go up and live with the gods. It's not a very important thing, but I didn't expect it to happen at this particular time."

Before Lin Mo and Yin Xue could figure out what the ascension ceremony was all about from this information, a lively sound of gongs and drums came from afar.

The crowd automatically parted to both sides of the street, and a grand procession emerged from the street corner.

Leading the way were a dozen or so brides dressed in gorgeous wedding gowns.

Some of them wore white gauze dresses in the style of humans, some wore wedding robes woven from green leaves, unique to the elves, and some wore traditional red robes inlaid with gold, typical of the dwarves.

Each bride wore exquisite makeup, followed by servants carrying her dowry, with ceremonial guards playing trumpets and gongs on both sides of the procession.

The crowd filled the entire main street. Some people were throwing flower petals at the brides, children were chasing and playing at the front of the procession, and several elderly women were wiping their eyes with handkerchiefs, muttering, "Being chosen by the gods is truly a blessing earned over many lifetimes."

"This batch of brides is of really good quality!"

"I heard that several deities personally selected them this time; the last time so many deities came was ten years ago!"

"That elven bride is so beautiful, I wonder which god will choose her."

"Why do those people look so pale?"

"What else could it be? They don't know what they're doing well. It's their blessing to be able to live in the realm of gods, yet they're unwilling to go. If I were twenty years younger, I would go myself."

"Come on, you should be grateful if you don't scare the gods."

……

The murmurs of the crowd rose and fell, each word like another slap in the face of judgment and the god of war.

At the same time, a violent fluctuation of laws suddenly emanated from the base of the tower.

Dozens of golden beams of light exploded simultaneously from all directions of the tower. After the beams of light dissipated, several figures dressed in different clothes but all exuding a strong aura of law were already standing on the steps in front of the tower gate.

They are gods, true gods.

Each deity wore an air of self-assured composure as they surveyed the brides below, as if selecting a newly arrived batch of goods.

Some brides lowered their heads shyly after meeting the gaze of the gods, but couldn't hide the smile on their lips.

Some brides had blank expressions, as if they were completing a task they had to do.

Another dwarf bride had red eyes and was gently nudged by a servant behind her before she could take a step.

Lin Mo took in all of this, then slowly turned his head to look at the Judgment and the God of War.

He let out a very soft and short hum.

"Your gods are truly benevolent."

The judge's head was bowed so low it was almost buried in his chest, and his long gray hair slipped down from his shoulders, completely obscuring his face.

A rare hint of shame appeared on the war god's rugged face. He turned his head to one side, pretending to look at the reliefs on the roadside buildings, and mumbled something indistinctly.

Both of them knew that in their time, this was how the divine realm interacted with the mortal world.

It's not because all gods are evil, but because no god thinks there's anything wrong with it.

It wasn't until they stood beside Lin Mo today and saw this scene again that they realized for the first time that this was indeed something they couldn't bring themselves to say.

Lin Mo didn't say anything more, nor did he intend to cause any more trouble.

The commotion in Shikou City was already big enough; now he just wanted to wait for the ceremony to end.

Hurry up and go to the God Realm to find the two Gods of Space and Time and find out the whereabouts of the God of Slaughter.

He leaned against a stone pillar on the side of the street, arms crossed, quietly waiting for the dozen or so brides to be delivered.

The brides came from various races, and Lin Mo even saw an orc girl with two protruding teeth.

A goblin girl whose gender cannot be determined until she takes off her pants.

However, there are also other races with delicate features, such as the pale-skinned vampire girl and the dragon girl who has taken human form.

Among them was a mermaid girl who was carrying a water jug. Her fishtail had turned into legs, and she was walking unsteadily. She was biting her lower lip, her eyes were slightly red, and she was trying hard not to cry.

Her expression clearly showed that she was very resistant to this unexpected wedding.

However, no matter how much she resisted, there was no turning back now; the previous brides had already been chosen by the gods.

Just then, a deity on the steps who was about to participate in the selection suddenly turned his head, his gaze passing over the crowd and landing on Lin Mo.

To be precise, it wasn't Lin Mo they were looking at, but rather Yin Xue, who was standing next to Lin Mo.

It was a tall, slender male deity, dressed in a well-tailored silver-gray robe, with a dignified face.

He called out to Yin Xue in a flippant yet confident tone, "Little sister, would you be interested in living with me in the divine realm?"