"My God is mighty!"
Ying Zheng stood before the altar, personally witnessing the livestock flying into the sky and transforming into divine beasts.
This was far more shocking than watching videos of others sacrificing in the chat group.
The God of Hongmeng is truly too powerful!
He looked at Jing Ni.
She was the most precious offering this time.
Jing Ni's body slowly floated up, the two Great Daos of Slaughter and Sword surrounding her, making her appear like an peerless Slaughter God.
The Jing Ni Sword was clutched in her hand, and even though it wasn't unsheathed, the faint, world-shaking killing intent it emanated seemed to have annihilated countless beings, causing hearts to pound and making people afraid to look directly.
He knew that not only had Jing Ni transformed.
The Jing Ni Sword had also transformed.
It had likely transformed into a peerless killing weapon.
The sword draws blood.
Souls return to the Nine Heavens.
"Impossible!"
"How is this possible?!"
"Fake! It's all fake!"
"This is an illusion!"
Lu Buwei's calm and composed expression had long vanished, replaced by endless fear and distortion.
He knew that once Ying Zheng gained the favor of a deity, he was finished.
He wanted to stop it.
But looking at the mountain-sized divine beasts and Jing Ni, who was surrounded by all the divine beasts at the center, holding the Jing Ni Sword like a ruthless killer.
His heart was filled with bitterness.
How could he stop it?
With his head?
"The might of a deity is unimaginable."
Gai Nie and Zhao Gao were the only people present, besides Ying Zheng, who knew about the deity.
Through reciting the "Contemplation Method," their cultivation had improved rapidly.
But the scene they witnessed today still exceeded their imagination.
It turned out that the divine grace he had prayed for was probably less than a drop in the ocean compared to the deity.
"There really is a god!"
"Is this a god? So powerful!"
"Before it even appeared, it transformed these ordinary livestock into divine beasts, and Jing Ni…"
Donghuang Taiyi's expression was excited, his eyes burning.
Although Jing Ni was a top assassin before, she was nothing in front of him; he could have killed her with a single palm strike.
But now.
He looked at the Great Daos of Slaughter and Sword surrounding Jing Ni, his eyes stinging, his soul seemingly about to be annihilated.
He seemed to see the true essence of Slaughter and Sword.
He saw…
The Dao!
Forget about fighting.
Just a single glance.
He couldn't bear it.
Too powerful.
Too terrifying.
With his cultivation, he clearly understood that this was not an illusion.
This was the power of a deity!
The Six Kingdoms, the Hundred Schools of Thought…
Although all of them were unwilling to believe, the terrifying majesty that originated from their souls could not be faked.
It was a power that made their bodies, their souls, tremble and fear.
Boom.
Suddenly.
A thunderclap exploded, and everyone involuntarily looked up.
Their pupils constricted.
Their bodies turned cold.
The sky had cracked open.
The firmament was torn apart by a bolt of lightning, boundless and vast, like a gaping abyss.
Fear.
Spread in their hearts.
Their legs trembled.
A chill ran down their spines.
Dong.
Suddenly, a sound like a grand bell reverberated, or perhaps the sound of the Great Dao itself.
Everyone who heard this sound felt all their fear and unease vanish.
Their hearts were incredibly satisfied.
Their faces were incredibly happy.
Streaks of divine light emanated from the dark abyss crack, dispelling the darkness, illuminating the starry sky, and warming people's hearts.
Everyone involuntarily looked up, only to see endless divine light spreading, forming a golden path.
Immediately after.
Golden light surged, and a beautiful Dao sound seemed to echo between heaven and earth.
As if heaven and earth were cheering.
As if the starry sky was welcoming.
Under everyone's horrified gazes, a pure white sacred light appeared.
Immediately after.
The sacred light spread, actually dyeing the firmament a snowy white, as if cleansing all impurities from heaven and earth.
A beautiful figure in white stepped onto the golden path.
She was surrounded by sacred light, her long hair flowing, her clothes fluttering, her exquisite face, capable of toppling nations.
No one could describe her beauty.
No one could describe her temperament.
She seemed to be the embodiment of perfection.
Immortal grace, peerless.
Unparalleled elegance.
She was beauty itself.
Everyone was shaken by her.
Everyone was captivated by her.
Everyone was utterly spellbound by her.
But no one could harbor even a trace of blasphemous thought.
No one could harbor even a trace of lustful evil thought.
"A miracle!"
"This is a true miracle!"
"The deity has manifested!"
Everyone was excited.
Nervous.
Terrified.
Uneasy.
Excited.
Livestock transforming.
Turning into divine beasts.
The firmament cracking open.
A divine maiden descending to the mortal realm.
Who would dare say this wasn't a miracle?
Who would dare say this was an illusion?
Lu Buwei knelt on the ground, looking up at the sky, feeling his insignificance, his heart growing cold.
He was finished.
The surrounding civil and military officials, common people, and armored soldiers all knelt, constantly kowtowing.
Zhao Gao, along with the experts of the Luo Net, also knelt.
Especially Zhao Gao.
He was responsible for building the altar and preparing the offerings.
He knew that Ying Zheng was going to sacrifice to a deity.
He had also recited the "Contemplation Method" and knew that the God of Hongmeng was a supreme true god.
But he never expected that Ying Zheng's sacrifice would actually cause the God of Hongmeng to manifest.
Actually seeing the deity manifest was even more shocking than when he saw the deity while reciting the "Contemplation Method."
He himself was a martial arts master.
But in front of the deity, his martial arts were like a firefly compared to a bright moon.
Too insignificant!
"Is this the deity Ying Zheng spoke of? And a goddess!"
Donghuang Taiyi, Yan Fei, Moon God, and others also knelt.
Under the immense power and divine might of the deity, their meager strength and status were no different from mortals.
"This is…"
Ying Zheng's eyes showed doubt; although he had never seen the true face of the God of Hongmeng, he knew that this was definitely not the God of Hongmeng.
Moreover, this goddess seemed a little familiar.
As if he had seen her somewhere before.
Chat Group 10000.
Descendant of the Great Yan Imperial Family: "This is Cousin Yuyan! My God has allowed her to descend to the world of the Qin King!"
Murong Fu was extremely excited, with a hint of pride.
Saintess of the Spirit Hall: "It really is! It's just that her divine might is too strong at the moment, no wonder the Qin King didn't recognize her for a while, he probably didn't expect it either!"
Overlord of the World Society: "My God's divine might is such that not only can He manifest in all heavens, but even His divine envoys can manifest in all heavens! Worship.jpg."
Second Boss of Tu Shan: "My God is mighty, worship.jpg."
Tu Shan Rongrong, seeing this scene through the live broadcast, had her last bit of doubt disappear.
Although through sacrifice.
They could all see the chosen daughters or daughters of great fortune, who served as offerings, gain infinite good fortune, their cultivation soaring, and ascending to the Divine Kingdom.
But what happened after that, who knew?
Would they be instantly killed after ascending to the Divine Kingdom, or suffer torment in the Divine Kingdom…
Now seeing Wang Yuyan descend to Qin, she seemed to be doing well and could even walk among the heavens on behalf of the God of Hongmeng.
Now she could confidently persuade, no, convince them to sacrifice to the God of Hongmeng.
Her sister could also rest assured.
In fact, this was also the reason Hong Meng had Wang Yuyan come to manifest.
At this moment.
Wang Yuyan did not know, nor would she care about their thoughts.
She stood above the altar, her slender and exquisite body kneeling in the air, her hands raised high, her red lips slightly parted, and she respectfully said:
"Respectfully awaiting my God's decree!"
Her voice was grand and vast, echoing between heaven and earth, striking everyone's hearts profoundly.
Except for Ying Zheng.
Everyone else had not expected that this immortal-like, peerless beauty, whom they thought was a goddess from the Nine Heavens, was merely a servant.
Ying Zheng had already recognized Wang Yuyan as the one Murong Fu had sacrificed.
He was not surprised by this in the slightest.
The Wang Yuyan that Murong Fu sacrificed was just an ordinary mortal; her ability to become a god relied entirely on the God of Hongmeng's enlightenment.
And there were definitely countless such servants in the God of Hongmeng's Divine Kingdom.
Even if each world offered one to the God.
Myriad Heavens, infinite worlds.
That would be an infinite number.
Wang Yuyan might not even be considered high-ranking among them.
Thinking of this.
Ying Zheng suddenly felt a pang of sympathy.
The God of Hongmeng did not personally manifest.
It seemed his offerings were not good enough.
"Granted!"
Just then, a grand Dao sound descended from the Nine Heavens, transcending time and space, echoing through eternity.
The starry sky swayed.
The firmament trembled.
Everyone saw that at the end of the golden path, an indescribably majestic existence seemed to cast its gaze upon them.
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