The atmosphere in the Creation Sanctuary eased slightly from the gravity of the work meeting. Pangu—their father—gazed at his children, and a trace of relieved tenderness surfaced on his face.
"Good. I have now said all that needs to be said." He spread his hands, his bearing turning more relaxed. "If any of you have thoughts or questions, now is the time to raise them for discussion."
After a brief silence, the brother who held the authority of judgment turned his gaze toward the Lord of Order—their eldest brother, who bore three roles in one. Furrowing his brow slightly, he voiced the question in his heart: "Eldest Brother, I am curious. How exactly do you govern 'Order' while simultaneously attending to the seemingly opposing 'Freedom,' and also oversee 'Destiny'?"
The Lord of Order—their eldest brother—listened to this question, his countenance maintaining its eternal stillness. His reply was concise and direct.
"I possess the power and the ability to appoint every officer in the entire world," he stated plainly, as if describing the most natural thing. "I manage them. Then, they go out and apprehend criminals."
He paused briefly, and added the most crucial sentence:
"Then, they execute the criminals on the spot."
This casually delivered statement seemed to make the temperature within the sanctuary drop by several degrees.
The goddess in charge of administration perceived a profound anomaly within this, and could not help but speak up in an uncertain tone: "Does this... not make the maintenance of order excessively... lax, excessively absolute? Is there not a need for trial?"
"Correct!" Pangu's deep, powerful voice picked up the thread, affirming his daughter's misgivings, his eyes full of approval. "It is precisely for this reason that I urgently need the two of you!" He turned to his son. "From this day forward, all criminals, and even suspects, must pass through a complete judicial process and receive a fair trial through your department—the God of Judgment. We can no longer conduct matters in such a... crude manner."
After resolving this crucial issue, Pangu seemed to have a sudden realization and tapped his forehead lightly.
"Ah, yes, there is an important matter I forgot to mention." His tone shifted to one of plain practicality, like a father passing on household essentials. "Your current divine bodies have been pre-endowed with all the knowledge and foundational power necessary to exercise your duties. In short, you need not eat, sleep, or rest."
He gazed at the brother and sister, his eyes holding expectation.
"As time passes, the knowledge and power contained within these divine bodies will gradually and completely merge with your souls. The ultimate result is—you will be able to entirely detach yourselves from these physical bodies and operate as usual purely with your souls, your authority entirely undiminished."
"Also," he added, as if recalling an item on his itinerary, "I myself must take on a disguise and conduct a secret inspection in the mortal realm shortly. Your eldest brother also needs to go and evaluate the performance of those 'officers' under his command."
He glanced at the children and casually revealed, "Each time I take on a disguise, I use a different ordinary body, and the names vary too. Therefore, no one knows it is me."
He then gave the brother and sister a specific instruction: "As for the two of you, before the knowledge and power of your divine bodies have fully merged with your souls, do not rashly attempt soul projection—it is not yet stable. At this stage, you may move about freely. Should you require currency in the mortal realm, simply ask your eldest brother for it."
He looked around at everyone. "Well then, any further questions?"
The younger sister blinked, her curiosity piqued. "Father, how exactly does one perform soul projection?"
Pangu smiled and replied unhurriedly, "It is very simple. Do not be in a hurry. When the time comes, you will understand naturally, just as an infant eventually learns to walk." He asked once more, "Are there any other questions?"
Silence descended upon the sanctuary. It seemed no one had further questions at this moment.
"If there are no questions, I shall take my leave." As his words faded, Pangu's figure gradually dissipated within the Creation Sanctuary, vanishing abruptly and without a trace, like ink dissolving into water.
He left the God of Judgment (the brother), the God of Authority (the sister), and the Lord of Order alone within this vast sanctuary, allowing them to digest this surging torrent of information and to begin their new existence—as deities, and as members of this extraordinary family.