Azure Dragon irritably tugged at her already nest-like long hair.
"I explained to her over and over that this was just a purely fictional piece of entertainment, with absolutely no other meaning."
"Guess what she did?"
Azure Dragon's eyes suddenly flew open, their depths filled with an irrepressible despair.
"With a look that said, 'I won't listen, I won't listen, this is the Supreme God testing my comprehension,' she grabbed my manuscript and charged out!"
Lin Qingyue raised an eyebrow and followed up.
"And then?"
"And then?"
Azure Dragon's voice suddenly spiked, even cracking.
"She was like a mad boar, charging all the way to the great plaza outside the Temple, and in front of tens of thousands of believers, she began a public reading, full of emotion and cadence!"
"Can you imagine that scene?"
"Tens of thousands of people!"
"The entire venue fell dead silent!"
"And all you could hear was her using that operatic aria for chanting sacred hymns, shouting the extremely shameful lines I wrote through amplification magic, making them echo across the heavens!"
Azure Dragon's legs gave out, and she collapsed completely onto the pile of waste paper.
"Oh! The God said! When White Tiger's scorching breath sprayed on Black Tortoise's cold neck, at that moment, the extreme cold of the world also melted! That was the trembling of the soul! That was the symphony of life!"
She recounted the scene in despair, her facial features contorted.
"The High Priestess even added her own damned independent annotations after every single paragraph!"
"Saying things like 'scorching breath' represented the descent of a solar storm, and 'cold neck' foreshadowed the reversal of the polar magnetic field."
"I was hiding behind the main gate of the Temple at the time."
"My ten toes dug a hole into the green jade floor."
Lin Qingyue bit her lip hard.
She had to use all her composure as a Grandmaster of Yixuan to forcibly suppress the laughter churning in her throat.
But her shoulders were already twitching uncontrollably.
"That's not all!"
Azure Dragon sniffled, her heavy sobs filled with accusation.
"First thing the next morning, I opened the door and took a look."
"Good grief."
"That bunch of fanatical believers outside had worked through the night to carve this 'Supreme Oracle' word for word onto the largest Stele of Merit in the center of the plaza!"
"And they used the most expensive Purple Gold outlining technique!"
"They designated this piece as a shocking secret about the other two Celestial Gods, personally revealed by a Celestial God."
"That stele directly became the check-in holy land for the entire Divine Kingdom."
"Every day, thousands of people came to line up to pay their respects and copy it, and they even formed a specialized academic committee to analyze my terrible lines word by word and sentence by sentence."
"They even insisted on interpreting the philosophical truths of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth from it!"
Azure Dragon grew more agitated as she spoke, her hands waving wildly in the air.
"After that, the entire Forest of Jianmu went completely mad."
"As long as I dared to pass a single piece of paper with writing on it outside, it would absolutely become a new 'Oracle' within half a day."
"I wrote about the Vermilion Bird descending to the mortal realm to fall in love, and they cheered that an Oracle had descended, prophesying that the Gods were about to open an era of intermarriage with mortals."
"Because I was stuck on a plot point, I got so frustrated I scribbled a few lines on a piece of paper about wanting to destroy the world in the book to vent my anger."
"And it was just great."
"Tens of thousands of believers outside collectively knelt down, kowtowing outside the Temple for three whole days and nights, wailing and pleading for the Celestial God to quell His anger."
Azure Dragon clutched her head tightly, her knuckles digging deep into her messy hair.
"Do you know how that feels?"
"I just wanted to amuse myself in my own little circle."
"I just wanted to produce some fanwork!"
"In the end, this bunch of fanatical followers forcibly enshrined my fanfic as the official setting collection, and it even came with a doomsday prophecy function!"
"Every single ship I sailed was taken by them as the absolute truth of the universe's operation!"
At this point, Azure Dragon let out an extremely loud sobbing hiccup.
"The worst part was one time."
"I accidentally threw out a manuscript that was written a bit... well, a bit too explicitly, as trash."
"The next day, the entire Forest of Jianmu was fiercely debating the specific positions of 'role reversal' between the Celestial Gods."
"They even split into two sects, fighting in the plaza over the question of who was on top and who was on bottom!"
A shrill wail echoed above the Great Hall.
"That was just a fanfic I wrote for fun!"
"Not some divine gossip!"
"This was simply a public execution ten thousand times more brutal than the Nine Nether Purgatory!"
"I couldn't take it anymore! I really couldn't take it anymore!"
"I had no choice but to forcibly seal the Temple and cast a barrier to drive everyone away."
"I never want to see any living creature with a mouth and a brain ever again in my life."
"I just want to write in peace, what on earth did I do wrong!"
The deafening accusation of blood and tears finally ceased.
The Great Hall fell into a dead silence.
Azure Dragon gasped for air, her chest heaving violently.
Her two bloodshot eyes were wide open, like a shut-in girl who had been robbed of her favorite toy and suffered a great injustice.
Lin Qingyue fell silent for a full half minute after hearing this epic-grade social death disaster.
Her brain frantically digested this appalling, earth-shattering gossip.
Then, she spoke with extreme calm, delivering the most fatal blow to the broken God.
"Have you ever considered this problem from a different angle?"
Lin Qingyue sat cross-legged, leaning forward slightly. Meeting Azure Dragon's confused gaze, she said in an extremely sincere tone:
"If an ordinary priest had written the same story, everyone would have just laughed it off."
"But this was written by you."
"The Celestial God: Azure Dragon, who governs the East, wrote this personally."
Lin Qingyue dragged out her words, each one piercing the heart.
"Your followers most likely didn't misunderstand this as a work of fiction."
"They very likely firmly believe..."
"That you wrote an autobiographical memoir, a non-fiction account of the unknown dark history of other Gods."
The Great Hall fell into dead silence once again.
The expression on Azure Dragon's face froze.
The last trace of color was instantly drained from her cheeks, leaving them paler than the discarded manuscript she had written.
Her mouth hung slightly open, and a meaningless wheezing sound escaped her throat.
Her eyes simply rolled back.
Clang!
Azure Dragon fell straight back, sending a cloud of paper scraps flying into the air, burying herself once again beneath the mountain of books.
A double knockouton both the physical and spiritual levels.
Lin Qingyue could no longer hold it back.
She clutched her stomach with one hand, laughing so hard in the pile of wastepaper that she could barely breathe.
Eating a God's gossip was indeed exceptionally satisfying.
The world-renowned Azure Dragon, one of the Four Sacred Beasts, cold, ruthless, and lofty.
The truth behind her "Pride" tag was actually a tragedy woven by a severely socially anxious, obsessive-compulsive author and a fanatical follower.
If she sold this story to a tabloid journalist, Lin Qingyue already had the headline ready.
It would be called "Shocking! The Celestial God of the East's fanfiction was mistaken for the Bible by her followers."
Or "On the Incident Where the CP I Ship Was Treated as Bible by My Fans."