The lakeside divine palace, incense blazed high into the heavens.
Since the moment the "Heavenly Emperor was crowned," the fate of all realms had completely unified.
No race dared resist, no being dared doubt.
All races, sects, dynasties, demons, and heroic spirits cried in unison:
"Ancient God Emperor!"
"The Eternal One!"
"Open a New Era!"
…
At this moment, the billions of beings across the nine heavens and ten lands gathered by the lake, their voices like tidal waves:
"May the Emperor open a new era!"
"May the Emperor lead the myriad realms!"
"May the Emperor point out the Great Dao!"
…
On the palace steps, the black-haired youth sat casually, using a small knife to pick fish bones.
He looked up, seeing the endless crowd kneeling neatly, crying and shouting "open a new era."
He froze for a while, then suddenly his eyes lit up and he burst into laughter: "Oh—I get it! You all want me to start a fishing club, right?"
He slapped his thigh in excitement: "Hahaha, great idea! Fishing together is way more fun!"
…
Boom!
Countless cultivators turned to stone on the spot, then trembled violently as tears streamed down their faces.
"The Ancient God Emperor has spoken—form a fishing club!"
"No! This is the sacred decree of a new era!"
"Fishing is the Dao! The club itself is the new epoch!"
…
Thus, the entire world went mad.
Sects renamed themselves:
"Fishing Sect," "Pavilion of Angling," "Holy Land of the Fisherman"… sprang up like mushrooms after rain.
Artifacts were remade:
Swords, blades, staves—all discarded, replaced with rods, hooks, and baskets.
Cultivation manuals rewritten:
"The Supreme Void Sword Codex" became "The Supreme Void Angling Record."
"The Heaven-Burning Devil Art" became "The Fiery Fish-Grilling Method."
In just one day, the whole cultivation world transformed into an "Alliance of Fishing Clubs."
…
The black-haired youth was dumbfounded, a grilled fish skewer dangling from his mouth.
"Whoa! That was fast! I said start a club, and you really filled the world with them?"
The more he looked, the happier he got: "Hahaha, now I'll always have fishing buddies—never lonely again!"
…
At that moment, the Holy Son knelt on the ground, tears flowing like springs, and loudly declared:
"The Ancient God Emperor has founded the Fishing Club. From today forth, the myriad realms enter—the Era of Angling!"
Boom—
The nine heavens and ten lands trembled as countless laws thundered. The world itself carved the mark:
[The Era of Angling]
…
Billions of cultivators prostrated in madness, their cries shaking the sky:
"The Angling Era begins!"
"The Ancient God Emperor is the One Eternal!"
"The Club is the Dao!"
…
The black-haired youth, full of pride, grinned as he bit into his fish skewer:
"Hehe, so that makes me the club president, huh? Not bad, not bad. Just remember to pay membership fees—I won't manage you all for free!"
…
The words were instantly etched into the stone stele:
[Holy Words of the Ancient God: The Dao Requires Membership Fees]
In an instant, the entire continent achieved enlightenment.
"The Holy Words are profound! Cultivation must also pay its price!"
"Indeed! The Dao cannot be gained for free—there must be cost!"
"Sacred truth!"
…
As night fell, billions outside the lakeside divine palace cried out in unison, their voices shaking the heavens:
"The Angling Era has begun!"
"The Ancient God Emperor is the One Eternal!"
"The Club is the Dao!"
…
Inside the wooden hut, the black-haired youth hugged his basket of fish and lay down contentedly, mumbling:
"Hehe, from now on, fishing together means I'll never lack company."
He turned over, and soon his snores thundered through the night.