The stone fetus did not speak.
Yet from within its cracked shell, a wave of consciousness pulsed outward.
Proof of life.
Chu Xuanfeng's lips curved into a sharp grin. So this thing really is alive. Perfect. If I can coax the master of reincarnation into surrender, the Lord God will be more than pleased.
He stepped closer, his voice dropping into a coaxing tone. "Do you wish to be resurrected? Believe in my God, and you will have new life. Across the worlds, none can resist His will."
The stone fetus gave no answer. Its consciousness stirred faintly but offered no reply.
Chu Xuanfeng's smile thinned, his expression turning dark. "So… you dare ignore me? You think I'm bluffing? Fine. Watch closely. I'll conduct a sacrifice right here in the land of reincarnation. Then you'll understand the true terror of the Eternal God."
He spun on his heel, walking back out toward the colossal millstone that ground corpses of dragons, phoenixes, and angels into ash. A faint ripple of defensive power followed him, shielding against any unseen attacks.
But no strike came. The silence was suffocating.
Chu Xuanfeng set his jaw. Coward. You'll see soon enough.
From his stone vessel, he produced a gleaming altar—small, exquisitely carved, and radiant with divine sigils. He placed it upon the cracked ground before the millstone, and golden light spread like a living script.
Raising his hands, he intoned the words of sacrifice.
"Great Eternal God, I present the treasures before me… May this offering please You."
The runes lifted from the altar, scattering upward like a swarm of fireflies, then forming chains of gold across the blackened land.
This was no mere ritual festival.
This was a true sacrifice.
The altar was all that was needed. In the most recent reforms of the divine sacrificial methods, even a small altar carried across worlds could channel offerings to the Eternal God.
Chu Xuanfeng had done this before. He was practiced, steady, unflinching. Even as thunder roared across the dark heavens above him, he did not falter.
This is nothing but the land of reincarnation. Compared to God, it is less than dust.
The wheel of Samsara shuddered. Its endless spin slowed. At last, it ground to a halt.
The blood that once dripped eternally across its grooves hardened into clotted black crystals.
Within the distant hall, the stone fetus stirred violently. Its closed lids snapped open, and a single thought exploded outward.
The golden runes trembled.
The sky cracked.
Power surged—so vast and suffocating that Chu Xuanfeng felt his very soul tearing apart.
The breath of death enveloped him.
This… this is the power of a Dao Ancestor. Is this how I die…?
Had the strike been aimed at him, even his saint-transcending body would have been obliterated in a single instant.
But the force swept past him, directed instead at the altar and its runes.
Chu Xuanfeng staggered, clutching his chest. His spirit quivered on the edge of collapse. God… please, descend quickly…
And then—
Nothing.
The cataclysmic attack, one strong enough to pierce the very world, simply washed past him. Not a hair on his head was touched.
His eyes widened. Breath caught in his throat.
Then joy burst from him in a shout.
"Eternal God—have You come?"
The answer was light.
Radiance swallowed the land. The bleak realm of reincarnation, once cloaked in endless night, shone like midday.
An ethereal voice echoed across all directions:
"To lay a hand on My believer—you are far too unworthy."
From the vast river of time stepped a towering figure. His silhouette eclipsed the heavens, eyes glowing with aeons. One hand stretched forward, divine power condensing into a vast palm that blotted out the sky.
The hall at the end of Samsara shook.
The blow descended.
If Liu Che had struck with his former power—when he had not yet mastered the laws—he might not have matched this guardian of reincarnation.
But now?
With both the Law of Time and the Law of Love under his command, the gap between them was immeasurable.
A single strike shattered the foundations of the underworld's cycle.
Reincarnation patrols across the land—phantoms and executioners alike—crumbled into dust. Their wails dissolved into silence.
The power of God could not be challenged.
The power of God stood above all things.
"Wait!"
From within the breaking hall, the stone fetus's voice finally rang out, trembling with strain.
"Stranger… will you destroy this world outright? As an outsider, should you interfere so deeply in our order?"
His earlier attack had consumed all his strength. Even now, his voice was broken, his aura frayed. He had realized the truth: he could not match this deity.
"Outsider?" Liu Che's voice was cold, amused. "Do you think yourself fit to call Me a friend of the Dao?"
He raised a hand. Above his crown, a vision unfolded.
A world.
Not a fragment, not a realm—but a complete, flawless plane. A cosmos balanced upon perfect laws, its countless stars shining with divine order.
The stone fetus fell silent.
That pressure—it dwarfed everything he had ever known.
He had once considered himself a guardian of reincarnation, a cornerstone of existence. But compared to the world manifesting above this god's head… he was a mote of dust in a storm.
He lowered his gaze. His pride collapsed.
This… this is a Main God.
Below, Chu Xuanfeng trembled with exhilaration. Tears blurred his vision.
That's right, you stone-faced bastard. See now? My God is here. Who's the true master now?
He clenched his fists, chest swelling with vindication. Try acting cold and aloof now, you piece of mud!
The stone fetus's voice grew quiet, almost pleading. "Then… are you here to seize our world?"
The question was laced with despair. He knew he had no strength left. His body was unraveling, the impact of that divine strike leaving cracks across his essence. If no rescue came, he would fade into nothing.
But still… a faint hope lingered.
Perhaps the Three Heavenly Emperors he awaited would return. Perhaps they could stand against this deity.
But Liu Che cut that thought short with a single, disdainful glance.
"Even if those three returned, they would not be My match. They are lost in the currents of time and space. They cannot return.
But I… I am Time itself. Past, present, future—I exist across them all. I am the Eternal."
The weight of those words crushed what little defiance the stone fetus held. His silence dragged, his body flickering.
Liu Che's eyes glowed cold. "Surrender… or die."
The ultimatum fell like a blade.
For long moments, the stone fetus wavered. His form dimmed, fading inch by inch. At last, he sighed, ancient weariness lacing his voice.
"Time waits for no one. To bow to an outsider… so be it. I choose—"
"You choose death."
Liu Che's voice cut him off.
His power surged. The true spirit of the stone fetus shattered like brittle glass, scattering into oblivion.
No end. No return.
"Your hesitation is your death."
The words echoed coldly through the collapsing hall.
"Chu Xuanfeng."
The Eternal God's voice resounded.
Chu Xuanfeng dropped to one knee, voice cracking with fervor. "Your believer is here!"
"You did well this time," Liu Che said. "From today, prepare yourself. When the day comes to march into the mortal realm, strike without hesitation. Remember My words: any who dare provoke the dignity of God—crush them. Turn their world upside down."
The heavens quaked. The earth trembled. The wrath of a god burned across the ancient land.
Chu Xuanfeng's voice rose like thunder, tears streaking his face.
"The command of God will be obeyed! Whoever dares oppose the Eternal Religion—even across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths—I, Chu Xuanfeng, will slaughter them all!"
As his vow fell, light surged. Space rippled. His figure vanished, carried back to earth.
And above, the little underworld shook as a vast starry sky appeared.
The second divine conquest had begun.
All across the holy places of the underworld, cultists fell to their knees.
They had witnessed God's descent.
They had seen Him swallow a world whole.
Prayers poured forth in frenzy. Sacrifices were thrown onto altars—treasures, scriptures, cultivation methods—all offered to the Eternal God.
The system's prompts rang in Liu Che's ears like a storm.
One by one, their offerings poured into his divine plane.
In a single moment, the earth was devoured.
Then His voice, vast and resounding, spread across all of the little underworld:
"Chu Xuanfeng, for meritorious sacrifice, is granted the rank of Four-Star Divine Envoy. A hundred thousand years of cultivation. An Immortal Battle Body. And three fragments of law."
"The rest of you who sacrificed in the little underworld are granted true physical bodies. The best among you may ascend to train within My domain."
The holy places erupted in joy.
They had waited, prayed, suffered. Now their chance had come.
For the first time, they felt the weight of true bodies. They had thought themselves strong before—but compared to this, they had been nothing but shadows.
Ignorance was the cruelest prison.
Now they were free.
And all vowed the same thing: follow Chu Xuanfeng into the mortal sun, tear down every rival force, plunder every treasure, and sacrifice all to the Eternal God.
Only thus could they repay His boundless grace.
God's Domain
A new planet hung beside the Immortal World and the Divine Martial World.
Liu Che gazed at his expanding plane, satisfaction softening his features.
But what truly pleased him was the harvest from the land of reincarnation.
True dragon blood. True phoenix blood. Angel blood. Even fragments of qilin essence.
Sacred beast bloodlines—raw, ancient, irreplaceable.
Lin Qing'er could conjure creatures from nothing. But without sufficient strength, she could never birth true sacred beasts.
Now, with these bloodlines, even juvenile dragons and phoenixes could take shape.
A system prompt chimed.
"Ding… Your followers have sacrificed the [Ancient Land of Reincarnation]. Multiplied reward triggered. You obtain fragments of the Law of Reincarnation, completing the framework of your Divine Domain."
The plane shook. The roar of law spread across every corner.
The world grew stronger.
Meanwhile, in the Sea of Ghosts, souls screamed. Executioners who once flogged them swelled in size, their lashes striking harder.
Ghost Wu cursed bitterly. Damn it… they've grown stronger again!
His complaints were overheard.
The whips fell even harsher.
Then the voice of God spread across the entirety of His plane:
"The Gate of the Plane War has opened. Beyond the Moonlit Plane, you may also choose the Tomb of the Saints. Each who falls will have a chance at rebirth.
Half of your rewards will remain with you."
In the Immortal World, Li Shimin's eyes gleamed. "Summon the heavenly generals! I march to the Tomb of the Saints!"
In the Divine Martial World, Tanjiro rallied his guards. "At last—we can repay God's grace. We go now, to show the godless worlds the terror of the Eternal!"
Liu Che watched his believers rise with fervor. His smile deepened.
Conflict was necessary. Struggle bred strength.
Two worlds stood open—but most turned their gaze toward Chu Xuanfeng's newly seized realm. Vast resources. Endless horizons.
The God of Eternity awaited their deeds.
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And with that, the family of believers expanded once more.