Pursuer of All Beings (Fahai):
"Seeing the generosity of the Eternal God… I realize now—I've been deceived for too long.
This is what true compassion looks like.
Pure grace, expecting nothing in return!"
Spirit of the Demon Sword (Long Kui):
"Exactly! Look at the Buddhist scriptures you posted before—
A 'good person' has to cultivate for three or even seven lifetimes just to reach Buddhahood.
Then what? You finally become a Buddha and still get nearly beaten to death!"
Ninja Scientist:
"So they're nothing but pseudo-Buddhas.
Every one of them holds their own selfish desires.
Look at the Eternal God—we offer sacrifices, and He always gives back."
Li Er:
"True that.
Just look at all the blessings we've received.
The gods have been taking losses this whole time!"
Faith, to them, wasn't some holy, untouchable concept.
But their Eternal God kept giving and giving—without conditions.
Fahai sighed deeply.
So this… is true compassion.
To save all sentient beings?
Just look at the Eternal God.
He asked for faith, yes—but He genuinely cared for all who followed Him.
If he'd cursed the Tathagata Buddha the way he had earlier…?
He'd have been wiped out on the spot.
Junior Brother of Dazhufeng (Zhang Fan):
"That's why we have to work harder for the Eternal God.
Spread His teachings far and wide—let the world rejoice.
It's the least we can do in return for His blessings!"
Young Master Murong:
"Amen to that!
I've already unified the surrounding territories of the Song Kingdom.
If their emperor doesn't submit, I'll crush him."
Pursuer of All Beings:
"Those who resist enlightenment deserve such fates!
Destroying corrupt leaders can prevent endless suffering."
Junior Brother of Dazhufeng:
"Why do you sound more murderous than usual, Baldy?"
Spirit of the Demon Sword:
"Don't tell me… you've blackened like me?"
She and Chu Xuanfeng had coined the term blackened—
a term describing someone whose personality had undergone a drastic, often darker shift.
Pursuer of All Beings:
"Ami—cough, I only act against those who refuse to accept the truth.
Don't make it sound like I'm killing randomly…"
Ding! "Miserable Old Gao" has joined the Ten Thousand Realms Chat Group.
Ding! "Uncle Nine: Slayer of Demons, Exorcist of Evil" has joined the Ten Thousand Realms Chat Group.
The system notification instantly grabbed everyone's attention.
Tanjiro:
"Welcome, newcomers! First rule: tell us your name and world of origin!
Trust me… you've just stepped into the luckiest moment of your life!"
Li Er:
"Yeah, yeah! Get ready to bow down in gratitude!"
Junior Brother of Dazhufeng:
"Welcome, welcome~!"
Young Master Murong:
"If you're lost, check the group files.
Watch the intro videos.
First, let me just say—the Eternal God is supreme!"
Pirate King of the Caribbean:
"Fair warning—don't try to fake it here.
Liars don't last long."
Pursuer of All Beings:
"If you're feeling overwhelmed, it's okay to lurk at first.
Everyone starts out that way."
Spirit of the Demon Sword:
"Think before you speak. That's your only warning."
Meanwhile...
Uncle Nine, just waking from a nap, sat up with a confused expression.
A voice was echoing in his mind.
What… What is this? A dream?
He rubbed his eyes.
He was still in Righteous Village—his familiar home.
But in his head, the words "Ten Thousand Realms Chat Group" hovered like a mark etched in thought.
Did an evil spirit invade my body?!
Uncle Nine grabbed his coin sword, muttered an incantation, and smacked himself on the forehead.
"Unclean spirit, begone!"
...Ow.
That hurt.
But the chat group was still there.
He smacked himself again—this time with a talisman ready.
Still nothing.
That's when he realized:
This isn't a haunting. This is real.
"Fine," he muttered, rubbing his red forehead.
"Let's see what this thing is all about."
He flopped down on the kang bed and began reading.
The introduction was simple:
"If you've joined the group, it means your world has been observed by the gods of the Three Thousand Realms.
Offer your belief to the Eternal God, and you will be granted unimaginable power."
Uncle Nine sneered.
"Just another evil spirit posing as a god…"
"There are countless righteous deities in Heaven.
Who's ever heard of an 'Eternal God'?"
But as he read through the chat logs and group files…
He saw names.
Li Shimin, Emperor of the Tang Dynasty.
Long Kui, the sword spirit.
Zhang Fan, from a cultivation world.
"...What in the world?!"
He read their bios and achievements—his jaw slowly dropping.
These weren't ordinary mortals.
They were immortals.
He clicked on one of the shared videos.
It was Li Shimin, cutting a mountain in half while riding the clouds.
Sword Qi tore through the heavens.
Uncle Nine gasped.
"Impossible… This is real?!"
He clicked the next video. Then the next. Then another.
Each one more outrageous than the last.
Until he finally watched Fahai's video—
A divine Arhat crushing Guanyin with a single palm strike.
"Sword Dao Fruits? Arhat Dao Fruits?
A palm to destroy Avalokitesvara?!"
"What is this?!"
His hands trembled.
Could it be… that all our so-called righteous gods and Buddhas…
Were originally created by the Eternal God?
Uncle Nine looked down at the Meditation Scripture now hovering in his download queue.
He didn't say a word.
Just stared.
Silent. Shaken.
...
On the other side of the Great Qin World...
Gao Yao stared at the mysterious chat group interface in his mind, completely dumbfounded.
Ever since he'd followed Yi Xiaochuan into this era, not a single day had gone well.
He was bullied relentlessly. Beaten. Humiliated.
And now—thanks to the scheming of that bastard Liu Bang—he'd even been turned into a eunuch. Not even a man anymore.
Every day was torture.
If Gao Yao had lived in modern times, he might've understood what a "chat group" was.
But this Ten Thousand Realms Chat Group?
He didn't know what to make of it.
So, cautiously, he began browsing the introductions, remarks, and his own personal profile.
What he found stunned him.
And then... his eyes filled with joy.
"I didn't expect to receive a chance like this... This is a miracle!
Finally… my suffering ends.
It's my turn now!"
His expression turned fanatical.
"All of you—every single one of you who humiliated me...
Liu Bang, Ying Zheng, Yi Xiaochuan...
You'll all be destroyed by my hand!!"
Gao Yao had once been an honest man.
All he'd ever wanted was to survive. Eat. Live in peace.
But everyone—from royalty to peasants—bullied him without end.
Even after becoming a eunuch, he couldn't even eat enough rice.
He had had enough.
Without hesitation, he downloaded the Eternal Meditation Scripture and entered cultivation.
A brilliant divine force wrapped around him.
The moment he stepped into the Meditation Space, the Law Body of the Eternal God manifested before him.
Instead of fear, Gao Yao knelt immediately, his face fanatical.
"I, Gao Yao, a humble believer, offer my soul to You,
O Eternal God—please grant me your divine gift!"
He kowtowed once.
Then again.
And again.
He desired strength more than anyone.
He needed it.
From the sky, a stream of sacred light descended and enveloped him.
An overwhelming warmth flooded his body, and he couldn't help but moan softly from the divine comfort.
God's grace... is real.
This wasn't a hallucination.
This wasn't a false god.
The Meditation Space remained silent, like a starlit sky of eternal night.
Other than the Eternal God's Law Body radiating holy majesty, there was nothing—only stillness.
An hour passed.
Gao Yao opened his eyes.
A divine light shimmered beneath his pupils.
He stood up.
Took two steps.
Suddenly paused—then grinned with wild ecstasy.
"It's back... My 'second brother' is back!!"
Later that night, his gleeful pacing inside the palace dormitory stirred the others from their sleep.
Especially the head eunuch, who glared at him with icy contempt.
"What are you doing, you mutt? Wandering around at night? Looking to die?!"
The harsh voice woke the two junior eunuchs nearby. They got out of bed, scowling.
The atmosphere turned tense.
The chief eunuch cracked his knuckles.
"You've got guts now, huh? Feeling bold all of a sudden?"
"Beat him. Break his legs!"
The others prepared cloth to muffle Gao Yao's screams—just as they'd done many times before.
They left no evidence. If someone died, it would be blamed on bad food or sudden illness.
After all, no one cared about an insignificant eunuch.
But this time… was different.
Gao Yao's eyes turned cold.
He exhaled slowly, then took a step forward.
Boom.
A punch.
A body smashed into the wall.
Before the rest could react, Gao Yao rushed into the group like a storm.
In under a minute, the room was silent.
Everyone… was dead.
He stood in the center, breathing heavily.
"Disgusting trash. I've hated you all for a long time.
This is just the first bit of interest."
He began rummaging through their belongings, looting gold and valuables.
Then—he poured lamp oil over the corpses.
When the fire began to spread, the nearby soldiers noticed.
But by then, it was too late.
The entire dormitory burned to the ground.
That night, Gao Yao was reborn.
He killed every last one of his tormentors and plundered their possessions.
He knew what it took to survive in this Qin Dynasty.
Wealth.
Power.
Now that he possessed a strength mortals couldn't even dream of, he set his sights on a new target—
Prime Minister Li Si.
"You want to build the Han Dynasty?
Dream on, Liu Bang.
This dynasty—Qin—will be the last in history."
"Once I unify China...
I'll conquer the world."
But before that, there was more to learn.
He wasn't in a rush.
The next morning, Gao Yao used his newly stolen funds to buy a private residence.
There, he began cultivating again—studying the Eternal Meditation and the sacrificial arts provided in the group files.
Even if I go after Li Si… I must be able to crush him outright.
Without overwhelming strength, he'd just be a joke.
But he had a plan.
Emperor Qin believed in alchemists and the divine.
Gao Yao would use that faith to stage his rise—step by step.
And once I begin... nothing will stop me.