The so-called immortal attribute of the Water Monster might have impressed others—but to Liu Che, who had already mastered a complete law of the universe, such a thing was little more than a child's toy.
To kill this so-called "immortal" pet, he had tens of thousands of methods.
If he wished, the Supreme Light Technique alone could erase the Water Monster entirely.
Dare to disobey me?
If the beast ever forgot its place, Liu Che could make it live but never truly live—existence without the relief of death.
Chastened by the thought, the Water Monster's arrogance crumbled. It whimpered for mercy, behaving like a frightened puppy as it drifted toward the God Realm. Soon, it spotted a pure-water planet, and for the first time since its awakening, it let out a gleeful cry.
Liu Che descended slowly.
The sheer oppressive force of his presence made the entire world tremble and wail, as if the land itself could sense the arrival of its master. That vast power pressed down… then, mercifully, halted within the limits that the world could bear.
His gaze swept the realm below.
Most of this world had already been claimed by Hongkui. Everywhere, people were kneeling before altars, offering sacrifices to him. The tendrils of world fortune—Qi Luck—were firmly in his grasp, now exceeding seventy percent control. Just a fraction more, and he would reach the absolute limit.
The world was nearly squeezed dry.
His eyes fell upon Long Kui. A rare smile touched his lips.
"You've done well this time," Liu Che said, his voice warm in a way that was rare for him. "I am deeply gratified."
"I… am still too inexperienced," Solanum (Long Kui) answered quietly, kneeling gracefully.
Her words were soft, but her mind drifted back to the past. Once, she had been gentle, generous to everyone, slow to judge. And the result? Her family had been destroyed by scheming hands.
Every kindness she had shown had been repaid with betrayal. Those lessons had forged the cold, unyielding personality she wore now.
But the present was no longer the past. Everything had changed.
"Do not belittle yourself," Liu Che told her. "Remember—those who believe in me will have eternal life. Even if their souls perish, they will be reborn in the God Realm."
"Yes, my Lord."
Her forehead lowered until it touched the ground. Tears slid from the corners of her eyes.
Liu Che extended a hand. A faint gesture was all it took—the drifting soul fragments scattered across the world began to stir, gathering toward one point.
Time itself wound backward.
A physical body reformed from light.
Fei Peng reappeared.
His expression was dazed, the last memory in his mind being the sight of his sister's desperate face.
"Am… I not dead? Why—?"
"Brother," Solanum said softly, "it was the God who gave you new life."
Fei Peng followed the adoration in his sister's gaze and looked upward.
There, in the void, stood a figure of pure light and shadow, framed by the vast, mysterious starry sky. The very breath of this being was enough to crush him into nothingness millions of times over.
Fei Peng dropped to his knees. "I thank the God for this gift—for reuniting me with my sister."
"Well, rise," Liu Che replied. "I am satisfied with this offering."
He raised his hand. "I grant Long Kui the title of Three-Star Divine Envoy, ten thousand years of mana, and the Nine Sun Sword Spirit Body. I grant Hongkui the title of Three-Star Divine Envoy, ten thousand years of mana, and the Nine Nether Sword Spirit Body. But—do not grow arrogant. The false gods of this world still remain…"
His voice, though calm, was like nine heavenly thunders crashing at once. The sound reverberated through the Three Realms.
Countless believers heard it, bursting into tears, their foreheads pressing to the earth in endless kowtows. Those who still refused to believe were struck by lightning one after another, their bodies trembling violently as they struggled to remain conscious.
Elsewhere, Hongkui turned to the Fire Ghost King, her lips curling into a cold smile.
"Now… can you understand the power of my God?"
The Fire Ghost King—an ugly female spirit in a fiery red robe—nodded frantically. "I understand… I understand! I'll return to the underworld and spread His faith immediately! I wouldn't dare act against Him."
Clever enough to see which way the wind blew, the Fire Ghost King had surrendered her Spirit Pearl to Hongkui without a fight. Her submission meant that much of the mortal realm now lay in Solanum's hands. Even in the Ghost Realm, several territories had begun to convert to the Eternal Faith.
Two divine lights—one bright, one dark—descended from the heavens, merging into the bodies of Long Kui and Hongkui. Their power surged, climbing past the heights of the Heavenly Emperor himself. It was only when distinct sword auras took form behind their heads that the transformation ended.
A crimson sword mark now gleamed between Hongkui's brows, radiating an endless chill of Nine Nether Qi, dimming even the light of the sky. By contrast, Long Kui bore a dawn-colored mark, her aura warm yet equally unshakable.
Light and darkness. Two halves of a whole.
Together, their combined strength could shatter the very boundaries of this world—a hidden gift Liu Che had embedded within them. Whether they would ever realize the full extent of this power was another matter.
"I trust you will continue restoring the faith of this world," Liu Che said.
"We will not disappoint you!" the sisters answered in unison.
"Your strength," Liu Che said, "will shine for eternity."
He nodded, satisfied, then turned his attention to Qing'er, beckoning her. "Come. I'll take you back to the God Realm."
"Lord God… I have one request."
The voice was weak, trembling.
Zi Xuan.
Long Kui's eyes went cold instantly. In a flash, she was upon Zi Xuan, forcing her face into the ground with one hand. Blood splattered onto the stone as Zi Xuan's forehead split open.
"In front of the God, how dare you speak without leave!" Long Kui hissed. If Qing'er weren't present, she would have killed this useless woman already.
"It's alright," Liu Che's voice rolled gently through the air. "Let her speak."
Long Kui released her. Zi Xuan lifted her head slowly, her face streaked with blood, her eyes brimming with sorrow. Her body shook—years of mental strain had hollowed her out. Only her daughter's presence had kept her alive this long.
"You wanted my daughter, and I gave her to you…" Zi Xuan's voice broke. "I… Zi Xuan… am shameless. I have no great ambitions. I care only for the one I love. So I beg you—let me be with him, even as a ghost…"
Tears streamed freely.
Her devotion was absolute, unwavering… and tragic.
Beside her, Qing'er saw her mother's pitiful state. She dropped to her knees and clutched Liu Che's leg with both arms.
"My Lord God," she pleaded through sobs, "please… fulfill my mother's wish. I'll repay you—whatever you command, I will obey."
As the second Nuwa, her tears carried power. The skies roared with sudden storm winds and torrential rain. The divine might of Nuwa began to seep forth, her ancient, miraculous nature reawakening.
Liu Che looked at the crying Qing'er and exhaled softly.
"Very well. In the God Realm, you shall become paired lovebirds. Such devotion is rare."
His eyes glimmered. Zi Xuan's body dissolved into light as her true spirit of love emerged—a delicate pink bird. It took to the skies. The ambient essence of love drew together, forming a white bird—the true spirit of Xu Changqing.
The two birds circled one another, chirping softly, then flew side by side into the God Realm.
The Law of Love.
The Way of Affection.
Within the God Realm, they would live in peace, their hearts forever entwined, free from all suffering.
This was Zi Xuan's fate.
As the skies calmed, Long Kui stood silently, watching the retreating divine light and the lovebirds disappear into the distance. A sigh escaped her lips.
The God was… too magnanimous.
She had intended to kill Zi Xuan once she was no longer useful. Instead, Zi Xuan had been granted eternal bliss. Truly, divine will was unpredictable.
God's grace is as vast as the sea.
That, Long Kui decided, was her new judgment of the Eternal God.
The end of the sacrifice triggered a frenzy across the world. Countless factions rushed to join the Eternal Faith—more fiercely than during the last wave of conversions. Even sects that had just been aided by the Heavenly Court were now betraying it without shame.
At Jingliu Tianguan, a heavenly official watched in disbelief as one such sect openly mocked Heaven's authority. "You ungrateful traitors! Do you think the Eternal God will be so generous to you?"
"Haha… sorry, God," the sect leader smirked, "but we're here to take advantage of your resources. And that's allowed in the Eternal Faith!"
The heavenly official spat blood in fury. Unbelievable! There's actually such a thing?!
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Second Li: "Is this… the power of Nuwa? I've only just awakened her abilities—to summon wind and rain—and already she's countless times stronger than me."
Chu Dashan: "She's from a legendary bloodline. The goddess Nuwa is practically the embodiment of divinity. Probably on par with Lady Kaguya."
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "Indeed. But this awakened Nuwa bloodline might even surpass the Nuwa who was born in our world."
Purdue Sentient Beings: "You mean… Nuwa could become an entire race in the future?"
Liu Che, watching the group in silence, felt his eyes brighten.
Yes… why not?
He could cultivate a whole race of Nuwas. There were so many worlds tied to her—Ancient Sword, the Great Desolation, Journey to the West… any world with a connection to Nuwa could be tapped.
The thought made him almost giddy. And… what if he fathered children with a group of Nuwas? That scene would be… quite interesting.
Lin Qing'er was lying beside him, her head resting lightly against his chair. The recent awakening of her powers had clearly tired her—her eyelids drooped, and her body swayed.
Seeing her on the verge of sleep, Liu Che simply let her lean against him, and she drifted off.
Across from him, Kaguya-hime watched with puffed cheeks, sulking. Now, Kaguya on his left, Lin Qing'er on his right—both his divine servants. Not a bad arrangement at all.
Sadly Reminds Lao Gao: "I feel like you're getting worse, doing big things in silence. And here I am, stuck in a world with no martial arts—it's miserable."
Ninja Scientist: "Tell me about it. In my world, the so-called immortals are just frogs, snakes, and slugs! Pathetic."
For Peace: "At least you don't have a bunch of clowns claiming to be gods. Now that I'm conquering the world, they're so scared they're almost wetting themselves. They keep sending people to negotiate—it's annoying."
Demon Hunter: "Heaven's people want to negotiate with me too. But I have only one condition—they must abandon their god and believe in mine."
Tanjiro: "And? What happened?"
Second Li: "Let me guess—there was a fight?"
Demon Hunter: "Of course. I killed one of their so-called famous angels."
Young Master Murong: "Nice! Those winged freaks deserve it—always pretending to be divine. They look like some kind of overgrown chicken spirit!"
Purdue Sentient Beings: "Hey, don't insult chicken spirits. They're more impressive than those birdmen!"
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