Chu Xuanfeng frowned slightly. "What exactly are they trying to say?"
The leader of the Yaxian Clan stepped forward without hesitation, bowing respectfully. "Please, Master Priest, see for yourself."
He presented a jade decree with both hands.
Everyone present was caught off guard.
No one had expected the Yaxian to act so decisively. This wasn't just cooperation—this was the posture of completely abandoning their kin in the Yang Realm and willingly becoming loyal dogs to the Eternal God. Otherwise, how could they so openly hand over such a decree the moment they arrived?
Chu Xuanfeng unrolled it, scanning the text. A cold sneer touched his lips. "So, Yang Jian got wind of the situation and ordered you to investigate for him, did he?"
"Please rest assured, Lord Master," the Yaxian leader replied immediately. "We obey only you now. Anyone who dares to report back will be considered the mortal enemy of our entire clan!"
The Yaxian's stance was firm.
Seeing this, the other great races and sects began voicing their own allegiance one by one. All pledged to follow the Eternal Faith without hesitation.
Yet they each had one lingering concern—one question they dared to voice.
If they joined the Eternal Faith… would they be able to regain physical bodies?
No one wanted to remain a "dead" spirit forever, even if the state caused no harm. The thought of flesh and blood, of living breath, was a temptation too great to ignore.
Chu Xuanfeng chuckled, waving his hand as though brushing away dust. "Mere flesh? That's nothing. You should know—our God, when descending to the lower realms, suppresses seventy percent of His true power."
Gasps rippled through the assembly.
Seventy percent?
They exchanged startled glances, realizing that their understanding of the Eternal God's power had been shallow—laughably so.
If even a servant of God could wield such terrifying might under suppression, then how unimaginable was the true strength of the God Himself? Even the greatest sovereigns under the sun would likely be reduced to kneeling in His presence.
"Boss Chu! We beg to join the Eternal Faith!"
"We came first! Stop shoving—"
The elderly matriarch of the Dream Holy Land jabbed someone with her cane, her expression sour. Her followers joined in, and soon the crowd devolved into chaotic pushing and shoving. There was no use of spiritual power—this was sheer, old-fashioned brawling, elbows and fists everywhere.
"Our Dream Holy Land is going to sacrifice one of our saints—do you have anything like that?"
"Hah! We have two saints to sacrifice—sisters, no less! Beat that, Dream Holy Land!"
"Damn it…"
Chu Xuanfeng could only stand there, a black line practically etched across his forehead. Why did I even come out here? To watch them squabble like children?
Fine. Let them fight it out. Things could be sorted in time.
In the Fairy Sword World
Months of relentless effort had finally paid off.
Solanum (Longkui) had transformed the faith of Southern Xinjiang. Her methods were bloody, yes—but in the eyes of the common people, she had become their savior, their true goddess.
Why such reverence?
Because when Solanum had first appeared, she had slain the Witch King of Southern Xinjiang and crushed many powerful elders. The sheer brutality of it had terrified all who witnessed it. She had seemed more like a demon than a deity.
And yet… afterward, she descended among the people like a benevolent goddess, healing wounds with divine power and teaching more potent spells than they had ever known. She transformed their lands and lives.
The legendary Nuwa? A distant myth.
The Eternal Goddess was here in the flesh.
Hit with the stick, then offered the sweet date—Solanum had mastered this balance. With the aid of Hongkui, she altered the very geography of Southern Xinjiang, purging poisonous swamps and creating fertile farmland. The people's livelihoods improved visibly, season by season.
Who wouldn't love such a goddess? Who would dare disrespect her?
The Eternal Temple of Southern Xinjiang
The old Nuwa Temple had been torn down. The lingering power within its idol was sealed away by the two Dragon Kui sisters, and in its place rose a grand Eternal Temple.
A messenger knelt before Solanum. "Lord Master, the people have been asking—when will the next festival be held?"
The harvest had been bountiful. With life flourishing, the people's gratitude naturally turned toward their god. They were eager to offer worship and give thanks.
Solanum's tone was calm, almost detached. "Has the Eternal Faith covered every corner of Southern Xinjiang?"
"Yes," the man replied. "Per your orders, all households have installed an oracle shrine and pray daily. Our envoys conduct random inspections."
The man's name was Haimo—a middle-aged wanderer who had once lived a lonely, uneventful life. But after experiencing the grace of the Eternal God, he became an unshakable believer. Now he traveled constantly, spreading the faith. Many outsiders had been converted under his guidance. Quietly, he also took on less visible tasks: eliminating would-be rebels, sowers of chaos, and defectors.
"Good," Solanum said. "Prepare for the sacrifice."
"Yes, Lord Master!"
Solanum closed her eyes, reaching out with her mind to Hongkui. The two were split aspects of a single soul, and only recently had they discovered they could communicate through pure thought.
"Are you ready on your side?" Solanum asked.
"Yes, Sister," Hongkui's mental voice replied. "What's the situation with the God?"
"My territory has become a missionary stronghold. Dozens of sects have fallen to us. The Emperor is furious."
Hongkui's mental chuckle was dark. Her methods had always been ruthless—those who resisted were exterminated without mercy. Unsurprisingly, many factions had fled to side with the Heavenly Emperor. But what did she care? The stubborn had no right to live.
"I'll begin the sacrifice here," Solanum said. "You should hold ceremonies as well."
"Understood."
Hongkui opened her eyes, addressing the ten elite disciples kneeling before her. "Pass my order: all missionary sites will hold celebrations at noon tomorrow. Any monsters or ghosts must come to pay homage."
"Yes, Master!"
"And… once you have bathed in divine power this time, begin waging war abroad. Let the forces that serve false gods see clearly who is the rightful heir of this world!"
The ten disciples were all outstanding talents. Since joining the Eternal Faith only months ago, they had reached the Immortal realm, and their favorite challenge was the Soul Tower. Now they could each stand against hundreds of ordinary immortals.
"Yes, Master! Rest assured, we will fulfill your will!"
The Next Day
Snow and wind whipped across Southern Xinjiang. Zi Xuan walked to the altar, cradling her young daughter in her arms. Tens of thousands knelt in black garments before the altar, undaunted by the cold.
"The festival begins!" came the proclamation.
Solanum emerged from the temple in ceremonial black robes. The deep thud of drums began—boom… boom… boom. The people bowed, reciting the sacrificial text silently in their hearts.
The altar stood directly above the seal of the water monster. Today, Solanum would sacrifice not only the descendant of Nuwa, but also the Five Spirit Orbs and the water monster itself—to protect her people and overthrow the false emperor, she had chosen a ruthless path.
Approaching Zi Xuan, she spoke softly. "Go. This is the fate of your Nuwa bloodline. Serving the God is your path."
Zi Xuan's voice trembled. "Will it truly be possible to resurrect my husband? I ask for nothing else."
"It can be done," Solanum assured her.
"…Alright." Zi Xuan bit her lip, then led her daughter up the stone steps.
In the God Realm
Ding! Your follower has sacrificed the young daughter of Nuwa to you. Ten-thousandfold increase triggered! You have obtained Nuwa's Pureblood, divine grade.
As she is the Daughter of Destiny, you also gain 30% world luck.
Ding! Your follower has sacrificed the Five Spirit Orbs to you. Ten-thousandfold increase triggered! You have obtained the supreme artifact [Five Elements Imperial Realm].
As the Spirit Orbs are condensations of the world's basic laws, you gain 10% world luck.
Ding! Your follower has sacrificed a Water Monster to you. Ten-thousandfold increase triggered! You have obtained a god-grade beast: Indestructible Water Monster.
As it is a fragmented world's water-elemental origin creature, you gain 10% world luck.
[Five Elements Imperial Realm]: A set of five artifacts sealing vast quantities of elemental law, forming a natural divine formation. Any Five Element attacks below the Main God level are nullified. Upgradeable.
[Indestructible Water Monster]: Born of the Law of Water, without a true body. Immortal so long as water exists.
Liu Che smiled faintly. "I didn't expect the Fairy Sword World to hold so many treasures. Shame Nuwa herself isn't around—she'd have made quite the sacrifice."
Still, he was pleased. His second god had been born.
In the Fairy Sword World
Beneath the radiance of divine light, Qing'er's small body began to grow rapidly. Her figure matured, and her lower half transformed into a long, gleaming serpent's tail.
"Mother… why did I grow bigger? And my legs… they turned into a tail…" Qing'er's voice quavered. She looked down at her new form, then burst into tears. She was still just a child—how could she understand what was happening? She only knew she had been sent to serve a great and powerful being. No one had told her she'd become a snake.
Zi Xuan's eyes softened, her smile tinged with sorrow. "Silly girl… you're awakening your power, taking on the true form of a Nuwa."
"Then… will God hate my tail?"
"Of course not."
"Oh…" Qing'er sniffled, then broke into a small, sweet smile, her innocence intact despite everything. It was a smile that could melt hearts.
Zi Xuan was about to say more when a sudden, soul-deep pressure radiated from her daughter's body—the pure, undiluted power of Nuwa's bloodline. Zi Xuan's knees buckled and she collapsed to the ground involuntarily.
The skies split with a resounding boom. The entrance to the God Realm manifested before all.
Dragon Kui's voice rang out solemnly. "All believers, bow! The God descends!"
Tens of thousands fell prostrate, foreheads pressing into the snow. Solanum, though accustomed to such phenomena, still felt awe stir within her at the sight.
From below, the sealed water monster broke free, its body dissolving into a surging column of water that shot toward the heavens. It roared defiantly.
A single beam of light pierced its form.
The water monster shrieked in pain.
"If you dare misbehave again, I will erase you, mindless beast!"
Liu Che's voice carried no trace of indulgence. For all its strength, the water monster was still little more than refuse before him.
The creature shuddered violently and dipped its head in frantic submission. It was intelligent enough to know the truth—its life was entirely in God's hands.