The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"What exactly does infinite possibility mean? Is it to imprison her?"

Xuelian hesitated again and again, but finally couldn't help but ask the question that had been in her mind for a long time.

"If you insist on understanding it this way, then why not ask you to guess how we knew that the filth was the product of God, and how we successfully prevented the filth from destroying the entire world. In your opinion, is it more important to explore the tortuous and complicated process, or is simply obtaining the so-called truth sufficient?"

There was no trace of emotion on Urban's usually calm face at this moment. He asked the question calmly and questioned Xuelian instead.

After listening to this, Xuelian fell into silence.

After a long while, she slowly responded, "If the path to the truth is filled with evil, then I would rather never know such a distorted truth."

"Is this your answer, Xuelian? I have to say, you are a completely different person now than you were before."

After hearing this, Urban shook his head slightly, a trace of regret appearing on his face.

"You're truly too naive right now. To use an analogy, it's like a fruit tree laden with fruit. The purpose of a fruit tree is to produce abundant fruit, thus becoming a vital resource for human life. This particular fruit tree, however, is completely different; it allows those plump, juicy fruits to hang high on its branches.

When we were in dire straits, starving and thirsty, the fruit tree remained unresponsive. All it needed was a small apple to quench our thirst. We could even use its seeds to save more people in need. But the tree grew so tall, so high that no one could reach it. Those fruits, so close yet so far away, were beyond our reach.

"You used the words of the Goddess of Judgment as a ladder to climb, using it to gradually grasp the plump fruits?"

Following the trajectory of the story, Xuelian skillfully uses metaphors to question the Bishop of Judgment.

"Yes, but we were the only ones to discover this ladder. Once others knew about it, this precious fruit tree would be nothing more than a temporary sip of thirst, and there would be no possibility of reproducing more fruit trees. After we picked the fruit from the tree, we discovered that the juice is a natural nemesis for those insects that cause trouble everywhere."

"So you squeezed all the fruit out of the trees, even going so far as to cut down the trunks?"

Xuelian's emotions surged like a surging tide, her chest heaving violently, and a slight electric current seemed to pass through her left eye, causing a faint tingling sensation. It was a strong reaction to the anger deep in her heart.

"The fruit of a fruit tree should naturally mature and fall at the right time, completing the life cycle of flowering and pollination. Yet, in your ignorance, you rushed to forcibly pluck the fruit without thoroughly studying the growth patterns of the fruit tree. Have you ever considered the secrets and conspiracies hidden behind that suddenly appearing ladder?"

When these words came out of Xuelian's mouth, they were not only a criticism of the Bishop of Judgment, but also a blasphemy and disrespect to the entire huge and majestic church system and the Goddess of Judgment who symbolized supreme authority and justice.

The left eye that was originally tightly closed suddenly opened, and a faint blue cross-shaped light burst out from it. A blue cross sword appeared in his hand and headed straight for the Bishop of Judgment.

This is the sword of judgment that belongs only to her.

"Eye of Judgment... Excellent! This brings us back to the question of which is more important: the process or the result? So, tell me, which is more important?"

"The result is the crystallization of the process, and the process is the gestation of the result. Both are indispensable and equally important."

After going through all kinds of things, Xuelian finally found the answer, and the Sword of Judgment in her hand was the best proof.

"Hahaha, that's too idealistic, Your Highness. It's hard to imagine how much emotion you would have if your memory hadn't been sealed back then."

Urban suddenly burst into laughter.

"If you insist on pursuing the so-called process, the result will be the complete annihilation of the already heavily pressured Church of Plenty in the rear, and the continuous retreat of the Church of Light in the front, having lost the goddess's blessing. Is this the process you want? As a saint, you should be well aware of the situation at that time."

What he said was absolutely correct. Perhaps if the fruit tree had not been discovered, the process would have been just as he described.

The world is destroyed by filth.

"Admit it, Xuelian. The sacrifice of a few people is like the end of the entire world. Because we see the result, we will derive the process."

"But the sacrifices of those few were not willing. Can the results achieved through such means truly be called justice?"

Xuelian put down the Sword of Judgment in her hand and asked again.

Urban couldn't help but sneer. "Justice? When the entire world faces destruction, survival is the greatest justice. Do you know why the Goddess of Light was able to end the War of Gods? Because She is so powerful, so powerful that even if She intervenes and violates the rules, no one dares to blame Her."

"The world is once again in crisis. We need that girl, and we need her as she is now. If humanity wants to truly gain a foothold in this crumbling world, we must become like them. But this is far from enough. Our goal is to surpass them and control our own destiny. Perhaps you will think my ideas are too arrogant, but I have truly saved humanity from danger."

"This isn't the world you guys are saving, it's her."

Xuelian responded coldly. Although her voice was soft, it was like a heavy hammer. She closed her eyes silently. Her left eye remained tightly closed, returning to its original appearance.

"That's why so many people died. We didn't let her down. As I told you, we were always one step ahead of disaster, preparing for a rainy day and making careful plans."

Urban had a serious expression on his face and walked with steady steps as he passed by Xuelian, raising bursts of snowflakes.

"We have partially mastered the terrifying power of the Filth and skillfully integrated it into the Patronus."

"How many things have you done behind my back?" Xuelian's voice was filled with anger and helplessness.

"Many, many, too many to count. But these processes are not important to me at all. I only care about the final result, which is the survival and prosperity of mankind. I forgot to tell you that the crossing has already passed."

"You value the result, but I won't let this distorted process happen. I will find a better tomorrow."

After saying that, Xuelian started running quickly, leaving footprints in the thick snow with her feet, and snowflakes flew all around her.

Urban stood quietly there, turning his head to look at Xuelian who was running away.

"Then come on."

His voice was mostly drowned out by the whistling wind and could only be heard faintly not far away.

Then he disappeared in the heavy snow, and his figure gradually merged with the snowy scene.