Young Master Murong:
"Glad it's useful to you. I was honestly going to offer it directly to our god as a sacrifice—the golden glow looked good! But since it can grow, I'll nurture it first, then offer it once it matures."
Whew… lucky I asked.
If he'd sacrificed the young luck dragon right away, he might have lost something priceless.
There was a massive difference between a juvenile luck dragon and a mature golden dragon of destiny that carried the fate of a world.
Perhaps with it… I could one day devour entire realms through fate alone.
Clearly, divine deterrence was effective.
Note to self:
Don't rush into sacrificing unknown things.
Spirit of the Demon Sword:
"Then I'm going to look for something like that too! Even if I can't find one now, if it benefits our god, I'll scour the entire world to obtain it!"
Chu Dashan:
"Calm down. Weren't you planning to search for Nuwa's descendants? I feel like even one of her heirs might be more valuable than a golden luck dragon."
After all, Nuwa was a legendary mythic figure.
If her descendants existed, their power would surely be immense.
Suddenly—
Ding!
Pudu All Sentient Beings has joined the chat group.
Ding!
Junior Brother of Dazhufeng has joined the chat group.
Spirit of the Demon Sword:
"Then let's find Nuwa's descendants and a golden luck dragon. Whatever the god desires—I'll deliver, even if I have to burn the world down!"
Tanjiro:
"Sister, you're… kinda scary."
Ninja Scientist:
"Yeah… Sister Solanum, it's good to be motivated, but you're going a little overboard."
For Peace:
"She's just driven. We all understand her pain after her brother was killed by the emperor. But he can still be revived. Our god won't forsake us."
Spirit of the Demon Sword:
"Thanks for the comfort, but as long as I grow stronger, I'll make the Three Realms kneel before my will."
Pudu All Sentient Beings:
"Benefactor… you harbor demonic intent. Why not let this poor monk guide you to the path of enlightenment?"
Tanjiro:
"???"
Li Shimin:
"Who let this bald thief in? Somebody get rid of him!"
Young Master Murong:
"I don't care who you are. Listen well: in this Ten Thousand Worlds Chat Group, only our god may spread his faith. If you say another word out of line, don't be surprised if my god destroys your entire world."
For Peace:
"Exactly. Our God of Eternity hates baldies. Just hearing you talk is an offense, baldy monk."
In the mortal world, Fahai had been meditating peacefully.
But now, looking into the group interface, he was fuming.
One insult after another—
"Thief on the left, bald on the right—what nonsense!"
He was thoroughly annoyed.
Where did this bunch of lunatics come from?
He had only wanted to guide a wayward soul back to righteousness—
—and suddenly, they were calling him a thief and a donkey?
He sneered.
A disciple of the Buddha like myself has no reason to fear some fake wild god.
He had never even heard of this so-called Eternal God.
Must be some unrefined local deity.
What a joke… claiming to be able to destroy worlds?
Pudu All Sentient Beings:
"I was speaking to the Sword Spirit lady. Must you all interrupt? The poor—"
Spirit of the Demon Sword:
"'Poor' your mother! The one thing I hate most is bald donkeys. What are you gonna do about it?!"
Ninja Scientist:
"Hahahaha, savage~~~"
Li Shimin:
"+1! That was satisfying."
Tanjiro:
"I warned you. Monks don't do well in this group."
Pudu All Sentient Beings:
"I am Fahai, the seated disciple of the Tathagata Buddha. You ignorant heretics insult without reason. A pack of fools led astray by a backwater god. I shall not waste breath on you."
Older Li:
"Who are you calling bald, monk? Is this Tathagata supposed to be impressive? Never heard of him."
Spirit of the Demon Sword:
"A thief is bald, and his master's not much better. Hmph."
Young Master Murong:
"You think our god is beneath you? Laughable. If your so-called master is so powerful, have him show up. Our god transcends all things. There's video proof in the group files—check for yourself. I hope you can still keep calm after watching."
For Peace:
"Yeah, Fahai or whatever—your name's garbage. I bet you can't even eat meat. Weak. I can eat hotpot right now, can you?"
Ninja Scientist:
"Brutal… attacking his beliefs and his appetite."
Fahai, now trembling with rage in the mountains, finally snapped.
"You dare mock me?! I'll watch your videos—let's see what false trickery you rely on!"
He opened the chat group's shared folder.
Inside were many documents:
Doctrine of Eternal Meditation
Rituals of Eternal Sacrifice
Several videos
A user roster with basic info
Fahai flipped through some casually—
—and then froze.
His expression stiffened.
This… can't be real. Different worlds?
Li Shimin? But we're in the Song Dynasty!
How can this be possible?!
Frantically, he opened a video—Orochimaru's first offering.
The footage was crystal clear.
He could switch perspectives, pause, zoom, even project himself into the environment.
Suddenly—
a divine radiance descended.
Ten minutes later…
Fahai jolted awake, soaked in cold sweat.
His lips trembled uncontrollably.
"No… no, this is fake. It's all fake! It must be!"
There's no way such power exists. If it did, how have I never heard of it in all my years of cultivation?
He then opened Li Shimin's video.
The moment he saw Li Shimin manipulating the heavens—turning clouds into blades, and summoning rain like a god—he was stunned.
Tens of thousands killed in an instant… and no heavenly condemnation?!
This Eternal God had truly surpassed the Three Realms and Six Paths.
I need to report this… to Avalokiteśvara.
No…
Guanyin can't defeat this god either.
Comparing their divine aura, it was clear—
Even Bodhisattvas couldn't compete.
Then maybe… the Buddha?
But I can't even reach him now.
Fahai stared at the vast sky.
A calamity? Is this another test of my faith?
He didn't need to watch the rest of the videos. They all showed people sacrificing to this so-called evil god.
Yet he couldn't resist.
"No matter what… I have the golden bowl gifted by the Buddha. Evil spirits can't touch me."
I must know my enemy to defeat him.
To avoid watching would be to admit fear.
Gritting his teeth, he played the next video—this time of Chu Xuanfeng's Saint's Grave world.
The moment he entered the projection, he was hit by a frigid aura.
There was no yang energy. The entire world felt… dead.
But strangely, it wasn't fully the underworld.
Just a sub-world, a minor spiritual realm filled with corpse qi.
Then, the God of Eternity descended.
His divine voice clarified everything.
This place was merely a graveyard—a pseudo-underworld.
Beyond it lay the Sun World and true Hades.
The beings here only seemed alive.
In truth, they were animated corpses—living spirits.
When the Eternal God resurrected tens of thousands, Fahai's mind shattered.
Not even bodhisattvas have this level of power.
To save one life is meritorious.
But tens of thousands?!
How much divine power would that require?
And this god…
He stood at the apex of the sky, his divine presence suppressing the entire world.
Among his followers, many were already nearing Fahai's own level of strength.
Waking again, Fahai looked at the golden bowl in his hands… and fell silent.
After a long time, he sighed:
"Buddha… why is my path so full of hardship? First, the White Snake stole my golden core… then I was banished to the mortal world. Now, this…"
"This god—this evil god—has appeared…"
"I… I am lost."
He no longer doubted his Dao Heart.
It wasn't that he was weak-willed—
It was that the Eternal God… was too terrifying.
In other worlds, temples had been razed, Buddhas eradicated.
He had seen it in the Dali Kingdom—
how state sacrifices had led to the slaughter of countless monks.
If this evil god ever descended fully…
What hope would they have?
"No… I must resist. I won't touch the items of this evil god. I must stand firm… I must resist…"
On the other side, in the world of Zhu God...
Zhang Fan, a new entry disciple of Dazhufeng, sat dazed in the firewood room, staring blankly ahead.
What exactly is going on with this chat group in my head?
Why were they arguing again?
Sigh… No matter where you go, there are always people fighting, always some kind of conflict.
Just like himself—
He hadn't even managed to learn the basics of cultivation yet.
He reached into his robes and gently touched the 800 prayer beads he carried, while silently observing the latest messages in the group.
Over time, Zhang Fan gradually learned how to navigate the chat group's functions and began scrolling through the message history.
His expression shifted from confusion… to surprise… then awe—
—and finally, he was completely dumbfounded.
He didn't even know how much time had passed when—
Clang!
The door creaked open.
A girl in red stepped in, carrying a tray of food. When she saw the dazed junior disciple, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.
This junior looked smart at first glance.
Who would've thought he was just a blockhead?
He hadn't made a sound all day.
Didn't even know to say he was hungry.
Even if Father was strict, it's not like he wouldn't let him eat!
"You pig-head! Wake up and eat already!"
The crisp voice snapped Zhang Fan out of his trance.
He looked at the beautiful girl in front of him and blushed instantly.
"M-Master… Senior Sister… Good evening."
"What's good about it? You're not eating, just sitting there dazed. Who are you trying to impress? Here—hurry up and eat."
"Right…"
Zhang Fan grabbed the bowl of rice and began to eat heartily.
Halfway through the meal, a question popped into his mind.
He glanced at his senior sister, who was leaning by the door, and hesitantly asked:
"Senior Sister… Do you think there are gods in this world? For example, a god like the God of Eternity…"
"Gods?" She raised an eyebrow. "I don't know. But there are probably immortals. What's this 'God of Eternity' you're talking about? Did you sleep so long your brain turned to mush?"
Tian Ling'er couldn't help but laugh to herself.
This junior brother was really hopeless.
She should talk to her father—maybe they were being too hard on him.
Hearing her response, Zhang Fan fell silent.
He just kept shoveling food into his mouth without a word, though a violent storm was now brewing in his heart.
So they don't know about the God of Eternity.
But the things he'd seen in the group… they were real.
In every world, there was only one person invited into the chat group.
He was the lucky one in this world.
As long as he practiced the Eternal Meditation Technique, he could grow stronger.
And maybe—just maybe—he could win his master's favor.
If he could surpass everyone…
Then maybe… Senior Sister…
Zhang Fan thought about everything he carried on his back.
The ridicule, the pressure, the longing...
No—he had to try.
Hadn't they said that the meditation method didn't even require cultivation techniques?
Just meditation!
That… I can do.