The "immortals" Chu Xuanfeng spoke of were, of course, the fallen immortals—those who had been purified yet slipped into hardship because of their ignorance of God.
Not knowing what that unknown Being was, this group of immortals had all degenerated into twisted monsters.
In desperation, they could only seal their own people away in an ancient land.
When Hui Yeji shattered the heavens and destroyed the creatures of God, this clan of fallen immortals emerged from their sealed homeland as well.
It must be said: wherever the immortal race appears, there is a certain allure. The daughters of those purified immortals were exceptionally striking.
It made Chu Xuanfeng itch to play matchmaker!
Tanjirou: "⊙﹏⊙)… Brother, please spare me… Feelings can't be matched like livestock."
Sadly Reminds Old Gao: "Child, you… you're so naïve. You don't know how wonderful women are~!"
Pirate King of the Caribbean: "Ever since I advanced in my world, I thought I could reclaim a man's glory. In the end I got driven half-crazy fighting in plane wars… ugh—" (raises middle finger)
The World Association's Helpmaster: "Hahahaha… Is this that old swindler? Love it… absolutely love it…"
Junior Brother of Dazhufeng: "Hey, Brother Jack, keep grinding… yours is a weary life!"
The Fox Who Only Loves Money: "Finding a woman isn't easy. I'll set you up when I get back. Ahem—I'm the number one matchmaker in this group. (hands-on-hips.jpg)"
Tosaka University: "Push it any further and I'll report you!!!"
Vampire Queen: "Such filth…"
Demon Hunter: "There is no woman in my heart; I draw my sword unburdened. Don't ask why I'm so free—I've been to hell and back. Selene, so you finally offered a sacrifice."
Vampire Queen: "Oh… think about it. If that pack of mutant monsters hadn't attacked the town and caused a massacre, I suppose it would have taken some time before I held the sacrifice."
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "All right, all right… don't stew in anger. This has pros and cons. After this, ordinary atheists should be much more willing to join the faith."
Pudu Sentient Beings: "Sigh… Westerners are like this. Not as steady as our Easterners. You can tell what's in their bones."
General Yuwen: "I'm also surprised—why do some people still refuse to believe in God after witnessing miracles with their own eyes?"
Xun'er: "Hmph. People in our world are much more obedient. Our clans are expanding outward; we've gathered thirty families already!"
Judicial God: "Sister Xun'er feels like a person from my era. Since the miracles began, believers here haven't stopped coming."
Young Master Murong: "Brother Sanyan, didn't you clash with that Uncle Jade Emperor? I'm looking forward to your duel. If you break the Jade Emperor, then you are the Jade Emperor!"
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "Ahem… Why do those words sound so familiar?"
She remembered someone once tricking her with the same line.
Shatter the Emperor, and you become the Emperor of Heaven.
Uncle Nine, Slayer of Demons: "Envy… no, what's there to envy!!! I've got the underworlds of five provincial capitals under control now. With time accelerated, my progress is swift."
The World Association's Helpmaster: "Enough talk. I'm going to slay a dragon."
General Yuwen: "Go on then, Xiongba…"
The Fallen White-Robed Wizard: "A dragon? …Well then, a proper duel!!!"
The World Association's Helpmaster: "Naturally, a one-on-one fight. Brothers, don't go sacrificing yourselves for fun. After receiving the blessing of the gods, forget about dragon-slaying—killing exotic beasts across the world is no problem!"
Bearded Swordsman: "Exactly. I think you shamans should stop dabbling and help us develop the faith instead!"
The Fallen White-Robed Wizard: "I am developing the faith. At present, Luohan is under my control. My orc legions have already driven the elves to a dead end; they've begun begging for outside help. When they're truly desperate, I'll intervene, hehe…"
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "So you're a schemer. You might be the most ruthless one in the group."
In the chat group with tens of thousands of members, only the old Orochimaru could compete with Saruman.
Most ordinary people—even the wicked—would rein in their cruelty after encountering the gods.
But Saruman was nothing like the rest.
Fierce. Cunning.
He was determined to launch a war.
Pudu Sentient Beings: "Is it really all right to act like this? I remember the last time Orochimaru stirred up trouble, he was punished."
Ninja Scientist: "I've noticed you've got a very good memory for this sort of thing! It's like you carry a little notebook to jot it all down…"
For Peace: "What are you saying? Bald monks recite scriptures; their memories are strong. My guess is, even when he's not reciting sutras, he's still taking notes every day."
Pudu Sentient Beings: "Ahem… I was only reminding Brother Saruman, kindly, so he doesn't go too far and get punished by the gods. Is that wrong?"
Sadly Reminds Old Gao: "No… it's not wrong. Orochimaru sought quick growth and was punished for not spreading faith. That's how it goes!"
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "Faith can be cultivated without bloodshed, but doctrine must keep pace. The true principle is to use both grace and force. As when the gods destroyed Lingshan twice—the other side's obstinacy made them deserve it…"
The Fallen White-Robed Wizard: "Understood… If it's within bounds, then I'll go perform marvels, hehehe… I will present the most beautiful elves to the gods!"
Within the Realm of the Gods, Liu Che read Saruman's shameless declaration and couldn't help smiling as he cursed under his breath.
That said, he was fond of Galadriel and her niece—both paragons among the elves.
Go on then, Saruman.
Among his goddesses, there were no elven women.
At this moment, a group of exquisite women knelt before him. Among them stood Selene, the saint; the others were women from the world of the Saints' Cemetery, including Ying Xiaoxiao, Ying Zhanxian, Qin Luoyin… and so on.
Though Ying Zhanxian had not been outstanding in the Saints' Cemetery, after arriving in the God Realm, she trained hard with her sister daily—diligent and eager to learn.
They had all joined Yao Yao's faction.
"I've called you here because I've developed a new cultivation method called the Xingming Angel. I'd like to know which of you wishes to learn it."
The voice of God was level and gentle.
The goddesses who had been tense gradually relaxed.
Ying Zhanxian was the first to speak. "I follow the will of the gods…"
Her younger sister was still dazed, as if pondering what an "angel" was. Dragged by her sister's sleeve, she snapped back to herself and voiced agreement as well.
The others followed suit.
Liu Che felt a touch of helplessness.
He did not desire vases—beautiful but emotionless.
Clearly these girls were still a little afraid of him…
Tiamat, beside Liu Che, spoke to them mind-to-mind. "There's no need to be so nervous. Since you are goddesses, you are naturally women of the gods. What the gods mean is that you may choose the path you like. For now, among the goddesses, only you haven't chosen your way."
The others—Hancock, Baguio, Li Xiuning—had already determined their paths.
Only the newly promoted goddesses had none yet. Otherwise, Liu Che would not have summoned them.
Qin Luoyin, next to them, asked, "Down in the lower realm, I cultivated the Dream Dao. Is it truly all right to switch to the Xingming Angel path?"
Yao Yao smiled. "This method is similar to a bloodline; it doesn't weaken your original strength. After becoming an angel, you'll have light-wings on your back—like the girl beside you."
She gestured at the shy angel nearby.
The latter nodded obediently.
The Immortal Ying Zhanxian understood at once and said directly, "Since no one else is cultivating it yet, I'll choose this method."
In truth, she didn't care which technique it was.
As long as it won the gods' favor, what else mattered?
Obviously, the gods needed practitioners to test this path.
In that case, what choice was there!
And coming to the God Realm, one served the gods first, cultivated second.
Primary and secondary must be distinguished.
Otherwise, if one were cast into the cold palace, it would be truly cold.
Before arriving, their sect had drilled the two sisters heavily—many lessons, some of them quite… worldly.
Starlight fell in strands.
The goddesses, who had only recently obtained godly bodies, gradually grew translucent and then became stars.
Ying Zhanxian was the finest of them.
Her eyes turned to the color of stars.
Her long black hair shimmered silver-white.
Before, she had been a "fairy" in name only.
Now, she truly looked ethereal and immortal.
Countless starlights formed a halo, circling her body.
Her power grew more than tenfold!
In the end, Ying Zhanxian's strength settled within the realm of a Seven-Star Goddess.
She touched down lightly; her robes lifted with the air.
With a slight lift of her fingers, power from uncountable stars gathered in her palm.
At the brush of her fingertip, the sky of the God Realm twisted—and burst.
Liu Che narrowed his eyes, pleased with Ying Zhanxian's performance.
She hadn't even unfurled her wings yet!
Whoosh.
As if catching the Eternal God's thought, Ying Zhanxian opened her star-wings.
She had only a single pair of light-wings, yet her strength surged another thirty percent.
Her realm soared an entire stage.
Naturally, there was a price: her consumption doubled compared to a normal state.
Pros and cons, both present.
The angelic cultivation was simple and direct.
It did not favor protracted battle; its explosive power was astounding.
And those wings of light could expand or fold at will—
In combat, they were fiendishly hard to guard against.
Unexpectedly, Ying Xiaoxiao's power outstripped her sister's.
Talent made the difference.
Once her body manifested, her power stabilized at the early Eight-Star level!
Qin Luoyin matched her.
But Qin Luoyin excelled in dream arts—akin to nightmares—capable of building a dream-world.
This made Liu Che's eyes brighten.
With her dreams strengthened, she could construct entire worlds.