Junior Brother Dazhufeng: "Welcome to the two newcomers. If you have questions, check the group files—there's a full intro and news there."
Pursuing Sentient Beings: "Welcome, both of you. My name is Fahai; at present I cultivate in the Buddha's path."
Blond Boy Sam: "Hello… uh… so you're believers from the Huaxia region. Sorry, I'm from abroad."
Demon Hunter: "pfft… that's nothing, man. Even if they're from China, it's fine. We're all just saying hi…"
The Fox Who Only Loves Money: "Welcome, newbies—don't be scared, and don't assume we're demons or anything. This is merely a chat group linking many worlds. Put simply: you were chosen by God!"
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "You lot get overexcited whenever there are newbies. Let me, the best narrator, handle this…"
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "Whether you're from antiquity or some martial-arts realm, understand one thing first: you're fortunate. Having received the Eternal God's call, we all serve as Chief Priests of the Eternal God.
If you need power, revenge, even the resurrection of loved ones—devote sincere faith, and all may be done.
God is not a Cthulhu, but the Father God of all things.
The world was created by God.
"Next, group-wide mute. Don't disturb our two newcomers—especially Xiongba and Xun'er—no talking."
That was the group's unwritten rule: whenever new members joined, they were first given the essentials. Solanum (Nightshade) was best at this; no one dared ignore her. Even Li Shimin and Rin Tohsaka treated her with respect. With the way she worked herself to the bone every cycle, it was said that once the group's worlds were promoted, becoming a goddess or an arch-priestess would be no problem for her.
Xuanyuan Sword World
Yuwen Tuo had just recovered the Kunlun Mirror and met with his mother, the Queen. Now he sat alone in his room, handsome features tight with shock.
"The Ten Thousand Worlds Chat Group? What is this… is there truly a God?"
Legends spoke of Nuwa, and other immortals besides. But who was this Eternal God?
One user—claiming to be Fahai, a universal being—actually called himself a Buddha. Yuwen Tuo scanned the member list and sneered. "If it were so easy, would immortals and Buddhas be everywhere?"
Even so, he opened the group files.
They covered how to preach, how to build power, how to offer sacrifices—simple to complex, meticulously detailed. The author was the Spirit of the Demon Sword—a girl named Solanum.
"Looks polished," he murmured, "but everything stinks of a cult. Tch."
He tapped a video—Solanum's "sacrifice to Nuwa." The ancient artifact legends spoke of Nuwa Stones; he wanted to see if this "sacrifice to Nuwa" was fraud or truth.
The moment his consciousness touched the video, his mind was in Southern Xinjiang. The "Nuwa" in the footage looked like a little girl—a doll. He nearly laughed aloud.
"Nuwa—age three? Are you joking with me?"
But what happened next froze him.
God descended.
And the "three-year-old" he had just mocked was restored, in divine light, to Nuwa's true body.
"God… God actually exists."
Yuwen Tuo dropped to the floor, gasping. Cold sweat drenched him. With a single, indifferent glance, that God had made his soul feel laid bare. The terror was indescribable.
If he could gain God's aid, could he restore his kingdom?
He thought of his imprisoned mother, of his fallen state. His face twisted; his hand clenched into a fist.
Weak, he could give Ningke neither happiness nor resurrection, could not even free his mother. Would he keep being Yang Su's hound—or join the Eternal God's camp?
He closed his eyes, thinking long and hard. Then he downloaded the Eternal Meditation.
"Even if I give everything, I will reclaim my country—and bring joy to those I love…"
A fierce light ignited in his eyes.
The light of revenge—and of a man's pride.
"Princess, General Yuwen hasn't left his quarters in three hours since returning."
Dugu Ningke's brows tightened. What had happened to him?
"I see. Bring the soup."
"Yes, Princess."
Yuwen Tuo was a crucial piece on her board—and he loved her deeply. As the Demon King's daughter, Dugu Ningke had to keep that hold.
In the old days, how did a woman show affection? Three classics: weaving, soup, and becoming fragile. Soup never goes out of style.
But when Dugu Ningke reached Yuwen Tuo's residence, she sensed a holy radiance draped over the roof. You'd never notice unless you were close.
"What is Yuwen Tuo doing? Using the Xuanyuan Sword to break through?"
With that thought, she stepped nearer—
A gust lashed across the courtyard. Snow-pale fingers clamped around her throat.
"Y-you…"
"Where is Dugu Ningke? Speak."
Yuwen Tuo stared coldly and squeezed.
"Tu—Tuo… what are you doing… I'm Ningke… let go… cough…"
"Rubbish. How could my Ningke stink of demonic qi? You are not human."
Dugu Ningke's mind went blank.
He had seen through her!
What should she do?
Just as she brushed past the edge of death, his grip eased.
"The truth is, you are Ningke, aren't you? You deceived me from the start. Always the same—you all treat me as a tool, just like Yang Su!"
His voice was mocking; his face was stricken.
His life—ruined. His country—destroyed. His mother—imprisoned. He had believed Ningke was his last bit of clean earth; instead, she was an undercover agent from the Demon Realm.
That rancid demonic aura was like a beacon in his sight. She looked like Dugu Ningke—peaceful, poised—but the soul within was a black temptress, a glamour beyond what Ningke would ever possess.
There was only one answer: Dugu Ningke had deceived him from the very beginning.
"I am Ningke," she managed hoarsely, hand to her throat. "Your Ningke, Tuo… Did you have a nightmare? Are you unwell?"
In the past, that weak fragility could have fooled him; now it was a clown's mask.
"If you won't admit it," Yuwen Tuo said icily, "then you'll serve as a sacrifice to God. I want to see what becomes of a so-called enchantress."
Cold killing intent surged from his palm into her meridians. Dugu Ningke shrieked once and fainted.
Hands clasped behind his back, Yuwen Tuo stared toward the capital's skies and sighed.
Life was truly lonely as snow.
Half an hour later, Dugu Ningke woke in a dungeon. She hastily used Xuanfa to call her father, the Demon Lord.
"Father, I've been found out… Yuwen Tuo—something's changed. His skill suddenly doubled. He saw my soul. What should I do?"
"What? You were discovered! Damn… you useless thing. Go—take my token to Yang Su!"
"I can't get out!"
"Er—fine. I'll have Yang Su come pull you out."
To keep his tool daughter alive, the Demon Lord could only expose a piece on his board. Otherwise, he'd lose his grip on Sui.
Ten Thousand Worlds Chat Group
General Yuwen: "Hello, everyone. Thank you for God's grace!"
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "Well now, you look radiant. What good thing happened?"
Pirate King of the Caribbean: "Must be revenge."
General Yuwen: "On the contrary—only after obtaining the divine arts did I realize the woman I've always loved is actually a demoness."
Vampire Queen: "Uh… that's unlucky."
Older Li: "Ah, a new brother. Your name reminds me of the Yuwen clan that fought in Great Sui."
General Yuwen: "Oh? Which era is yours—what Sui—and who was the emperor?"
Tanjiro: "He's from the Sui Dynasty, in China. The emperor who was killed then was Yang Guang, right? That's how I remember it."
Yuwen Tuo's pupils widened.
Yang Guang? That old tyrant was alive and well—in his world. Right, time and space differ. He let out a breath. Group files said each world had only one Chief Priest.
Second Li: "Yes, Yang Guang. Brother Yuwen, judging by your look, you're from Great Sui, right? More precisely, a fallen state."
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "Enough nostalgia—give him advice. If you're familiar with his era, guide him."
Second Li: "What advice do you need? Just do it—kill the minister or pick the same patron as Lao Gao. Simple."
General Yuwen: "Yang Su controls the court. It's not so simple to act."
The Fox Who Only Loves Money: "Then just chop him. What's to fear! There are only a handful at court now. Kill Yang Su, and you hold the emperor."
General Yuwen: "I see. The plan is feasible. By the way—does the Lord God accept demonesses?"
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "You don't yet understand the God, young man. The Eternal Faith embraces light and dark both—so long as the body is pure and the soul undefiled."
General Yuwen: "Understood. I'll offer her as a sacrifice when I return."
Since she had deceived him, there was nothing left for him to cherish.