At a single glance, one could tell the pendant was an extraordinary treasure.
Seeing Xunfang's hesitation, Yao Yao offered a gentle smile. "Take it. It was a token bestowed upon us by our Lord God in the early days to preserve eternal beauty. Now that I have better treasures, I pass it on to you. Remember to support your husband well."
Xunfang curtsied with heartfelt gratitude. "Xunfang expresses her deepest thanks to the Esteemed Goddess for the divine gift."
"Mm. Now that this matter is settled... it is time to clean up a few eyesores."
Yao Yao slowly turned around, her tranquil gaze locking onto the one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers marching in the distance.
She raised a slender finger and tapped lightly against the empty air.
In an instant, the spatial fabric surrounding the heavenly host violently distorted. Without even a whimper of resistance, all one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers vanished into nothingness, erased from existence.
The allied cultivation sects gathered below Tianyong City had not even begun their assault.
Witnessing the terrifying might of the descending goddess, the cultivators fell to their knees, their bladders giving out in sheer terror.
From the goddess's tone, she seemed intent on purging all who refused to revere the divine.
And were they not precisely such fools?
Suddenly confronted with an almighty deity beyond comprehension, who would dare harbor even a shred of defiance?
Fuyu stood trembling as she gazed up at the radiant goddess cloaked in celestial light.
Envy overwhelmed her heart.
If only she possessed even one ten-thousandth of that divine grace, she would be content for a lifetime.
She could not help but wonder: if she had not abandoned the Eternal God Cult back then, or had instead joined wholeheartedly, would she too have earned the favor of the gods?
Having wiped out the one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers with a single gesture, Yao Yao's gaze pierced straight through the sea of clouds, locking onto the shivering Heavenly Emperor in his celestial throne room.
She briefly considered whether to end his life on the spot.
Slaying the Heavenly Emperor would undoubtedly make it easier for the faith to conquer the realm.
However, the cult's influence had not yet spread across every corner of the mortal world. Fuxi was still the titular ruler of the Three Realms, bearing lingering karmic providence.
"No matter. I shall spare your miserable life for now," Yao Yao's icy voice resonated directly in Ouyang Shaogong's soul. "Shaogong, heed this: having received the grace of God, you must bear its weight.
"I grant you half a year to pacify this entire world. Once that is done, go claim the head of that so-called Heavenly Emperor."
Hearing the divine decree transmitted into his mind, Shaogong bowed deeply in affirmation.
It was a private soul transmission, unheard by any mortal around them.
Yet that single, piercing glance from Yao Yao had terrified Emperor Fuxi so utterly that the ruler of the heavens sat soaked in his own urine, trembling uncontrollably on his golden throne!
"Very well. I have other matters to attend to; I leave the rest to you."
Having wiped out the heavenly host, Yao Yao felt thoroughly refreshed. She turned and ascended gracefully back toward the celestial gate.
Her sublime, inviolable silhouette was permanently seared into the souls of every living being across the Three Realms.
What Nuwa? What Goddess of Chishui?
Before the true goddess of the Eternal God, all of them paled into insignificance!
Gradually, the skies cleared and returned to their pristine azure tranquility.
In the mortal imperial palaces.
The reigning emperor addressed his trembling court with booming authority: "Did you all witness that?! Those are the true supreme deities of legend! You ministers are constantly terrified of the heavens—what of the Heavenly Emperor now?
"One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers were reduced to smoke and ash in the blink of an eye!"
The civil and military officials fell to their knees in succession, desperately kowtowing and begging to convert to the faith.
Similar scenes played out across every nation and province.
Even the elders and people of Youdu prostrated themselves on the ground, overwhelmed by the goddess's boundless majesty.
The God of Eternity was truly terrifying beyond comprehension.
He was not an entity any mortal or immortal could resist.
Fortunately, Qingxue had joined the cult beforehand; otherwise, when the divine faith swept the world, their Nuwa Temple would have seen its heritage severed forever.
Meanwhile, inside Tianyong City.
Baili Tusu slowly pushed himself up from the stone ground, staring at the sky in profound horror as a grim realization settled over him.
This place was no longer safe.
He had to flee immediately; if he fell into the hands of those divine beings, he would be obliterated!
By now, Tianyong City had long become his personal slaughterhouse.
Every disciple had been reduced to a mindless sword-slave wreathed in malevolent energy.
Originally, he had planned to lure more cultivators in, devouring their souls to bolster his strength until he could consume Master Ziyin himself.
Yet Yao Yao's terrifying display of power had shattered his nerve.
Without hesitation, Baili Tusu drove the Fen Ji Sword to ruthlessly swallow the remaining vitality and souls of every living thing in the city.
Then, cloaked in crimson malice, he vanished into the shadows beyond Tianyong City.
Though the great sect still appeared shrouded in dark mist from the outside, beneath the surface, save for the hollow walking dead, not a single living soul remained.
Atop Tianzhu Mountain.
The sacrificial ceremony had drawn to a close.
Master Ziyin knelt upon the stone platform, gazing transfixed at the heavens. As the foremost sword-forging grandmaster of his generation, he had never imagined such a majestic God Realm existed.
Just moments ago, the ascension of the sword spirit Hongyu, the rebirth of Xiangling, and the majestic ascent of the ancient black dragon had shaken his entire worldview to its foundation.
Hongyu was an immortal ancient sword he had wielded for countless years. Yet bathed in that divine light, she had undergone a true transcendence, evolving into a supreme artifact!
Even her spirit body had been completely sublimated.
Ziyin found himself captivated by a single thought: if he could forge a divine sword that transcended immortal weapons, what greater joy could there be in life?
He remained lost in a daze, failing to notice Ouyang Shaogong approaching until the chief priest stood before him.
"Ziyin, what are your thoughts now?"
"Ah? Chief Priest Ouyang... I wonder if I might be permitted to join the Eternal God Cult?!"
Looking at the fervent, reverent expression on Ziyin's face, Shaogong's mind momentarily short-circuited.
Should not Master Ziyin have berated him with righteous indignation, or chosen martyrdom to uphold his sect's pride?
What was with this eager desire to join the faith?
"Ahem..." Shaogong cleared his throat, regarding the sword grandmaster with an amused, curious expression. "It is not impossible for you to join our faith. But tell me—why?"
Originally, Shaogong had intended to thoroughly humiliate Ziyin.
Yet events had taken an unexpected turn.
Straightening his robes, Master Ziyin said with utmost sincerity, "Though I initially sought revenge for my companion, he is still alive and well, is he not?
"Only a few arrogant fools perished. While I hold justice in my heart, I also understand what true Great Righteousness means.
"The greatest aspiration of my life has always been to forge the perfect divine sword.
"Now that I have witnessed the glory of the God Realm, I finally realize that my true path lies in that world, rather than remaining trapped as a frog at the bottom of this well."
Shaogong inwardly shook his head—a quintessential sword maniac through and through.
Still, having Master Ziyin on their side would make it vastly easier to subdue the remaining cultivation sects, which carried significant practical benefit.
With that in mind, Shaogong formally accepted him.
"I shall impart the foundational divine scripture to you first. Afterwards, lead a detachment of disciples to clean up Tianyong City. Making amends for your past ignorance will not be so simple..."
Mentioning Tianyong City, Ziyin could only let out a heavy sigh of guilt.
Who told him to be blind and fail to investigate matters clearly back then?
It was time to atone.
Meanwhile, within the Divine Domain.
Lucian sat upon his celestial throne in Ziwei Palace, receiving the bountiful rewards from the sacrificial rite.
[Ding! Your Chief Priest Ouyang Shaogong has sacrificed the ancient immortal sword 'Hongyu' to you, triggering a 100,000-fold amplification! Congratulations, you have obtained the Supreme Divine Sword: 'Nine Domains Zhanqing'!]
[Note: The Sword Spirit has undergone a complete sublimation.]
[Name]: Nine Domains Zhanqing [Grade]: Supreme Artifact [Attributes]: Infused with the Primordial Power of Nine Domains, embodying the ultimate fragmentation of the Law of Force. To advance further, it must be bathed in the origin essence of higher dimensional space. [Sword Spirit]: Hongyu (Exquisite Alluring Body).
As the supreme sword materialized, Hongyu emerged gracefully beside Lucian.
She wore a flowing, crimson silk gown that accentuated her breathtaking curves, her lustrous black hair cascading down to her slender waist, adorned with a delicate red butterfly hairpin. Her soft eyes shimmered like tranquil pools of snow, her delicate body exuding a faint, intoxicating fragrance of wild roses.
Red satin slippers adorned her feet.
Just as the system described, she was a woman of extraordinary, intoxicating charm.
[Ding! Your Chief Priest Ouyang Shaogong has sacrificed the ancient black dragon 'Qianyu' to you, triggering a 7,000-fold amplification! You have obtained the Four-Star Divine Beast: 'Backwater Black Dragon'!]
[Ding! Your Chief Priest Ouyang Shaogong has sacrificed ancient cultivation manuals to you, triggering an amplification! You have obtained...]
The remaining rewards were various god-tier techniques and immortal scriptures.
Lucian did not bother sorting through them personally; he summoned Nico Robin to organize and store them within the Divine Library.
As for why Feng Qingxue had not been offered as a sacrifice, Lucian understood that she wished to avenge her brother in the mortal world first. He did not force the matter.
In time, she would naturally ascend to serve faithfully by his side for all eternity.
Inside the Ten Thousand Realms Chat Group.
Ouyang Shaogong uploaded the recording of his sacrificial ceremony.
For Peace: "So this is what your world looks like! Watching one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers getting one-shotted in an instant is just as deeply satisfying as ever!"
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