In the Kingdom of God.
Hong Meng's body glowed brightly, radiating divine light.
Mysterious runes appeared, imprinted within his golden bones and flesh.
The martial arts civilization halo behind his head also shone with brilliant radiance, sacred and majestic, mysterious and profound.
In an instant.
Hong Meng felt his mind clear, his thoughts became more agile, and countless doubts were resolved.
Buzz.
After an unknown period, Hong Meng's divine body suddenly trembled, and a terrifying aura and pressure emanated from him.
This was the might of a True God.
Far beyond what an Upper God could compare to.
Wang Yuyan and Azhu, who were cooking, trembled and knelt on the ground, praying devoutly to Hong Meng.
Divine beasts prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling with fear.
"Ding, your hero prayed to you, and you gained 50 pure faith power. This time, you received a 10,000-fold increase, and you gained 500,000 origin power."
"Ding, your hero prayed to you, and you gained 100 pure faith power. This time, you received a 50,000-fold increase, and you gained 5,000,000 origin power."
Listening to the prompts in his mind, Hong Meng's eyes suddenly opened, and two divine lights burst forth, as if piercing through the universe and heaven and earth, through the past and future, containing the terrifying might of a True God.
"Origin power is truly powerful. I haven't even comprehended the Dao of a True God or condensed a divine personality, yet I've already forged the body of a True God!"
Feeling the hundreds of times increase in power within his body, Hong Meng made no attempt to hide the joy on his face.
"The True God's body is divided into nine transformations. I am currently at the first transformation stage."
"To advance to the second transformation stage, it will probably require 100 million origin power."
"My heroes can provide me with origin power every day. 100 million origin power is an astronomical figure for other gods, but for me, it's really nothing!"
It took him two days to forge the True God's body, and during these two days, he accumulated another 250 million origin power.
And in these two days, Wang Yuyan and Azhu not only contributed so much origin power to him, but also killed a divine beast, and were researching recipes to prepare meals for him.
In fact, they had already prepared a meal earlier, but seeing Hong Meng cultivating, they didn't disturb him.
"Continue cultivating."
With sufficient origin power, Hong Meng had no intention of saving it; improving his strength was the most important thing.
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Fengyun World.
Tianxiahui.
Xiongba sat on his throne, full of vigor, looking at Wen Chouchou, his presence awe-inspiring without anger: "How are the preparations for the sacrifice going?"
"Gang Leader, you can rest assured. The altar has been built strictly according to your requirements. One hundred thousand gang members have returned, and Hall Master Bu has retrieved the Ice Soul from the Hero King's Manor. All the sacrificial offerings are ready. Everything is prepared, just waiting for the Gang Leader to perform the sacrifice!"
Wen Chouchou fanned Xiongba with a feather fan, bending at the waist, and said with a fawning expression.
"Very good."
Xiongba nodded in satisfaction.
"It's just..."
Wen Chouchou hesitated to speak.
"Just what?"
Xiongba was displeased, and his terrifying, majestic gaze fell upon Wen Chouchou.
"It's just that the return of the Tianxiahui gang members has stirred the hearts of countless people, and with the destruction of the Hero King's Manor, many martial artists have united, saying they want to... want to..."
"To act on behalf of heaven and eliminate this gang leader, is that it?"
Xiongba directly spoke the words he had left unsaid, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes, yet he didn't take it to heart at all.
They were just a bunch of clowns.
"Gang Leader's martial arts are unparalleled, invincible under heaven. They are but a group of clowns; the Gang Leader can crush them with a flip of his hand!" Wen Chouchou flattered.
"Let's go. Today, this gang leader will show you a true deity. This gang leader is destined by heaven, and all rebels will be reduced to ashes under the glory of my God!"
Xiongba stood up, full of domineering aura.
"Deity?"
Wen Chouchou was a bit stunned. Although he knew Xiongba was going to sacrifice to a deity, he had never imagined that a deity would manifest, and even be destined by heaven?
Although he was puzzled, Wen Chouchou didn't ask further, and like a lackey, he quickly followed behind Xiongba.
Tianxiahui Training Ground.
One hundred thousand gang members gathered, and in the center was an enormous circular altar, nine zhang and five chi high, with a diameter of three thousand meters, built of white bricks and stones, with nine base tiers.
On the main body of the altar, countless complex and profound patterns were carved.
From a distance, it exuded a sacred and majestic aura, grand and solemn.
This altar was built by Wen Chouchou, who urgently mobilized 30,000 craftsmen and tens of thousands of laborers from the Tianxiahui, working day and night for three days.
It consumed enormous human and material resources of the Tianxiahui.
If not for the Tianxiahui already occupying half the country and possessing incredibly abundant human and material resources, it would have been impossible to build such a magnificent altar in three days.
At this moment.
The center of the altar was filled with sacrificial offerings.
There were six kinds of livestock: pigs, cattle, sheep, horses, dogs, and chickens.
There were five kinds of grains: rice, millet, broomcorn millet, wheat, and beans.
There were gold, silver, jewels, ten-thousand-year-old blood coral, and deep-sea luminous pearls.
There were countless martial arts manuals and divine weapons.
In the very center were the most precious Ice Soul Divine Stone, as well as the Wind God Leg, Cloud-Dispelling Palm, and Heaven Frost Fist martial arts manuals.
"What is Xiongba doing? Has he gone mad?"
"Yeah, so many treasures, did he move out the entire Tianxiahui treasury?"
"Even if it's a sacrifice to heaven, it doesn't require so many things, does it?"
"What exactly does Xiongba want to do?"
Looking at the dazzling array of offerings in the center of the enormous and majestic altar in the training ground, countless martial artists were bewildered, completely at a loss.
The Tianxiahui's summoning of 100,000 gang members and mobilizing tens of thousands of workers to build the altar attracted the attention of countless forces in the martial arts world.
Although many martial artists did not arrive due to time constraints, quite a few did.
Initially, they thought Xiongba wanted to sacrifice to heaven and declare himself emperor, but looking at the offerings, it didn't seem like a sacrifice to heaven for an emperor.
Who would put martial arts manuals, divine weapons, gold, silver, and jewels all at once on an altar for a sacrifice to heaven?
"Greetings, Gang Leader!"
Suddenly, the 100,000 members of the Tianxiahui knelt down in unison, shouting in unison.
"Gang Leader is wise, accomplished in both civil and military arts."
"By the mandate of heaven, unify the world."
Amidst the deafening cheers, Xiongba, filled with pride, walked to the front of the altar surrounded by the crowd.
Qin Shuang, Bu Jingyun, and Nie Feng stood there, filled with doubts, even they didn't know what Xiongba intended to do.
"Bring the Saintess," Xiongba commanded.
The setting sun shone brightly, and under the curious gaze of everyone, a beautiful young woman in white slowly walked towards the altar.
She had a melon-seed face, willow-leaf eyebrows, bright eyes and white teeth, and was quiet and elegant, with long, ink-black hair.
"Miss Youruo!"
Seeing the person, Wen Chouchou's eyes widened, and he exclaimed.
He never expected Xiongba to offer even his own daughter as a sacrifice to a god; this was too insane.
If it were any other beautiful woman, he wouldn't be surprised at all.
But this was his own daughter!
Qin Shuang, Bu Jingyun, and Nie Feng, hearing this, looked over curiously.
They didn't know Youruo, but from Wen Chouchou's reaction, this young woman seemed to have an extraordinary identity.
As if knowing that everyone had a huge question in their hearts, Xiongba faced everyone in the Tianxiahui and loudly declared:
"This gang leader knows your doubts."
"You might have also noticed, that's right, this gang leader is indeed sacrificing to a god this time, but not an ordinary god, but a True God!"
"A True God who can manifest!"
As Xiongba's impassioned voice fell, the martial artists of the Tianxiahui showed little expression, but the surrounding hostile forces burst into laughter.
Sacrificing to a True God who can manifest?
Did he really think they were fools?
Such nonsense could only deceive ignorant common folk.
Where in this world are there True Gods?
There are only charlatans pretending to be gods.
However.
Xiongba's next words shocked everyone.
"Her name is Youruo, and she is my daughter, Xiongba's daughter."
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