Pursuing Sentient Beings: "What are you all so worried about? We're all priests of the Eternal God now. Our lives are endless. What's the difference between ascending early or a bit late?"
Young Master Murong: "That's easy for you to say! You didn't spend months grinding away, only to have someone else seize the glory right as you were about to shine. That feeling is the worst!"
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "I'll admit, seeing you knocked down a peg was pretty satisfying. You haven't made much noise in the lower-level worlds for ages, but you're still working your tail off, huh?"
Pirate King of the Caribbean: "Of course I am! But my world's progress is just too slow. Honestly, seeing beautiful women doesn't even move me anymore. That's what true hardship does to a man."
Sadly Reminds Lao Gao: "Can't deny it. I'm envious—Tanjiro's world leveled up already."
For Peace: "Who isn't jealous?"
Tanjiro: "It's really nothing special. I just had the blessing of the God of Eternity and help from my master. I barely did anything myself."
And Tanjiro was telling the truth.
Most of the time, he had focused on temple duties. Yoya Shiki was the one making plans and handling negotiations, using divine law to persuade and strategize. In just a few short months, their influence had expanded worldwide—proof of incredible effort and leadership.
After hearing Tanjiro's honest account, the chat group fell silent for a rare moment.
To affect the world without a single war, simply through faith, negotiation, and organization—it was a strategy worthy of reflection for everyone, especially those like Orochimaru and Murong Fu. Yet, all of them were smart enough to realize: what works in one world can't always be copied in another. Some rulers can never be convinced with mere words—like the Celestial Emperor, or the Great Tathagata. Faith and destiny threatened their rule directly.
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "I just want to find a good spokesperson. Managing everything is exhausting."
Pursuing Sentient Beings: "You should hurry up and conquer that Southern Border region, then let your brother handle things. Two heads are better than one."
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "That's the plan. I've also discovered a monster there, perfect to sacrifice to God."
Southern Border? Monster?
Liu Che's interest was piqued—it had to be a water monster.
Those ancient monsters had once ravaged the land, so fearsome that even gods could only seal them, never truly destroy them. Water monsters born of heaven and earth usually carried a minimum of 15% world luck. They'd make excellent sacrifices.
Demon Hunter: "Brother Tanjiro, can you upload the video? I want to see the ritual this time!"
For Peace: "Please, I'm begging you!"
Ninth Uncle Slayer: "Same here!"
A moment later, a notification sounded as Tanjiro uploaded the video.
The chat group exploded.
A Divine Martial World!
A brand-new system, where martial artists wielded the laws themselves. The transformation was clear for all to see.
Even more astonishing: Tanjiro's world had formed a twin star, orbiting right next to Li Shimin's.
Li Er: "So we're neighbors now!"
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "You just noticed?"
Li Er: "I've been busy cultivating—didn't pay attention."
Tanjiro: "Brother Li, I'll visit soon."
Li Er: "Looking forward to it. I haven't met a real opponent in ages!"
As chief priest, Li Shimin had not had a true challenge since his own world's ascension. Now, with Tanjiro as a peer, who wouldn't want to test their strength?
Chu Dashan: "@GodOfEternity, Boss, when will my world be ready for God Realm ascension? The road ahead feels endless."
The Saint's Graveyard was vast and ancient, with many levels and complications—nothing as simple as Tanjiro's world.
God of Eternity: "Your world is enormous—one of the earliest to be born. You'll need to plan wisely and use your mind as well as your strength. When I asked the gods to help you, you hesitated. Don't be too cautious."
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "You should organize more sacrifices. The more, the better. Unlike my world, where I can barely scrape together three sacrifices at a time."
Pursuing Sentient Beings: "Exactly! If my world were as big as yours, I'd have swept the entire starry sky by now. What are you waiting for?"
Demon Hunter: "He's just lazy!"
High above a distant mountain, Chu Xuanfeng—Saint of the Graveyard—smirked at the banter.
Who's lazy? I just want to settle things on Earth first.
Still, the advice had merit.
If I have the power, why not sweep through the starry sky?
He remembered the many ancient star roads in his world. Now was the time. He summoned his companions.
The Yellow Ox worried, "Are you sure about this? Is it safe to venture out?"
Chu Xuanfeng shrugged. "Why not? The aura of the Lord God has already scared the underworld vermin into hiding. Who would dare target the Eternal Church now?"
Black Ox added, "Exactly. Two consecutive descents of divine power—anyone who looks down on the Earth is blind. If it weren't for the Qianxing Vine problem, the starry sky's strongest would already be lining up to join us."
Chu Xuanfeng nodded. "I just spoke with the Lord God. He thinks I'm too slow."
The others quickly agreed.
"What are we waiting for, then?"
"Let's crush the nearby factions first, then worry about Earth."
"I'm in. Let's conquer the Star Road!"
Each of them had inherited powerful techniques from the Soul Tower and were now frighteningly strong, all at the Saint level or above. Chu Xuanfeng himself was nearly at the Reflection level, though he'd held back to avoid damaging Earth's space.
Their plan settled, Chu Xuanfeng, the Yellow Ox, and the Old Donkey opened a portal to the moon, ready to begin their conquest of the starry road.
Word traveled quickly.
"Did you hear? The man from Earth is on the move—he's the chief priest, too."
"So what if he is? We're not surrendering!"
"Who wants to be someone else's dog? He'd have to beg us before we'd even consider joining!"
"Yeah, no way we're being anyone's lapdog."
"Hmph. Let him try."
The holy lands' leaders boasted with bravado in their own circles.
None were willing to admit defeat or subservience.
Yet, barely had Chu Xuanfeng departed when a delegation from the Dream Holy Land arrived at his house. At the head was the noble and elegant Lu Jia, wearing a dazzling smile.
Chu Xuanfeng immediately saw through it.
"You're here for the faith?"
"Master Priest, is there a way we can join the church? We even brought tribute to show our sincerity!"
To sweeten the deal, they presented Qin Luoyin—the famed "Sixth Beauty Under the Stars," known for her extraordinary talents and saintly grace.
Chu Xuanfeng frowned. "You truly wish to convert? Understand—joining the Eternal God requires you to give up all former beliefs. No exceptions."
An elderly white-haired woman in the group smiled wryly.
"Master Priest, you must be joking. If you weren't restraining your Yang Qi, we couldn't even approach you."
Since discovering that this starry sky was actually the underworld, the holy lands had been deeply shaken. Yet no matter how they tested or investigated, they couldn't find any evidence that they were truly dead. Still, after the second appearance of the Eternal God, everyone surrendered.
Chu Xuanfeng was surprised things went so smoothly. If even the Dream Holy Land was willing to submit, then everything would be easier.
"Alright then," he said. "You'll be the first branch of the Eternal Church out here. But don't try to fool me—God's power is not something you can withstand."
He released a hint of Yang Qi.
Instantly, everyone in the delegation felt a burning pain, as if their very souls were about to combust.
The old woman nodded furiously, her smile now more like that of a submissive dog.
Before they could even leave, another delegation arrived—the Yaxian Clan, one of the ten greatest races beneath the stars, each possessing ancient legacies.
Dream Holy Land and Yaxian met at the door.
"Dream Holy Land, have you no shame? Bowing and scraping to join?"
"Heh, and what about you, Yaxian? Why are you here?"
"We're here to be dogs—what, you got a problem with that? Woof! Woof! Is that good enough for you?"
Everyone went silent.
Apparently, the Yaxian clan didn't even care about saving face.
Chu Xuanfeng was utterly flabbergasted. These proud races, once at each other's throats, were now practically fighting over who could submit first.
"If you want to fight, go ahead, but do it elsewhere. I just spoke with the Lord God yesterday—he said I was moving too slow and this underworld needs to be unified. Since you're all here, I'll say it clearly: God loves all creation. But if you stand in the way of the Eternal Church, you'll be considered heretics. If you fight us, don't blame me for what happens next."
Instantly, the faces of the Yaxian delegation grew tense.
Did the God of Eternity say we're too slow? Does that mean He's displeased with us?
Without hesitation, the Yaxian leaders dropped to their knees, shouting, "The Yaxian clan is ready to renounce all other beliefs! We devote ourselves wholly to the embrace of God—even if it means forsaking our ancestors!"
Dream Holy Land echoed them.
"As do we!"
The other races followed suit, desperate not to fall behind.
Chu Xuanfeng couldn't help but laugh. He'd read enough history to know how cruel and proud these top-tier races once were. Yet here they were, lining up to play the humble dog before true divinity.
The might of the Eternal God is absolute.
Yaxian's cheeks burned with shame, but none cared.
Faced with humiliation or destruction, who wouldn't choose a little embarrassment?
The alliance they'd just formed shattered in an instant as they all scrambled to join the Eternal Church.
"Hey, the Yaxian clan's living descendants in the Yang world want to get in touch!"
The clan elder had just received word from their kin above.
Other holy lands received similar news.
Before witnessing divine might, such news would have brought them joy. Now, however, they only sneered. Nothing compared to the awe of seeing God's power with their own eyes.