Thud.
The Sweeper Monk knelt on the ground, his clothes unknowingly soaked, trembling all over as if an ant facing a giant dragon.
Even the Sweeper Monk, a pillar of power in the world of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, was like this, let alone others.
All living beings in the entire world knelt down.
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Mantuo Villa.
Murong Fu and Li Qingluo led everyone to prostrate themselves, respectfully saying, "Welcome, God of Primordial Chaos."
As their voices rang out, the pressure that enveloped them all in the world seemed to disappear.
An unprecedented feeling surged in their hearts.
Their bodies felt warm and comfortable, like the warm sun in winter, or like returning to their mother's embrace.
An indescribable comfort and joy.
An indescribable ease and happiness.
An indescribable freedom and contentment.
Their reverence in their hearts grew even stronger.
The God of Primordial Chaos is truly great.
The God of Primordial Chaos is truly powerful.
Divine might is like a prison.
Divine grace is like the sea.
"Murong Fu."
A majestic voice resounded through the heavens and earth, like a clap of thunder.
Murong Fu was incredibly excited and quickly said, "Great God of Primordial Chaos, your devout believer offers you the most sincere respect. May your divine power be eternal and your divine fire never extinguished."
"This is a wasteland without faith. Are you willing to spread my teachings and my divine name in this desolate world?"
Murong Fu shivered all over, his heart racing. Without the slightest hesitation, he said, "I am willing, I am willing to spread the teachings of my God in this desolate world!"
"I am willing to spread the divine name of my God in this desolate world, so that the glory of my God may shine upon the earth, eternally immortal."
This was a divine messenger in the human world. Anyone unwilling would be a fool.
"When you spread my glory throughout the world, you will achieve perfect merit, receive the summons of the Holy Spirit, ascend to my divine kingdom, exist with heaven, and coexist with me, enjoying eternity."
"Praise be to you, great God of Primordial Chaos. Your humble believer will surely spread your glory throughout the world, even if it means being torn to pieces and dying ten thousand times over."
Murong Fu's voice was excited as he loudly responded.
"Very good."
The majestic voice showed no discernible emotion, but Murong Fu knew that the other party must be very satisfied.
"Murong Fu has rendered meritorious service in spreading the faith and making sacrifices. He is rewarded with a thousand years of inner energy and the divine sword art—Heaven-Slaying Draw Sword Art."
"Li Qingluo has rendered meritorious service in making sacrifices. She is rewarded with a hundred years of inner energy and eternal youth."
The majestic voice boomed like thunder. Hong Meng poured one hundred thousand points of faith power and the Heaven-Slaying Draw Sword Art into the world of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils through the faith channel.
A large portion of the divine light entered Murong Fu's body, a small portion fell onto Li Qingluo, and the remaining small portion dispersed into the bodies of nearly a thousand other believers, including Bao Butong.
In the sky, Wang Yuyan, Ah Zhu, along with divine beasts and other offerings, vanished without a trace amidst the unusual phenomena. The thundering sky was clear and blue, as if nothing had happened.
It was as if everything that had just occurred was merely an illusion.
Boom.
A powerful aura suddenly surged from Murong Fu's body, and his aura continuously ascended.
Late Grandmaster.
Peak Grandmaster.
Supreme Grandmaster.
Land Immortal.
Vast power, like a surging river, coursed through Murong Fu's body.
Compared to this power, the inner energy he had painstakingly cultivated for thirty years was like a drop of water in the ocean, insignificant.
At the same time.
A profound and boundless sword art appeared in his mind.
Heaven-Slaying Draw Sword Art.
The higher the cultivation, the greater the power.
With one sword strike, it could destroy star rivers and even the Heavenly Dao, its divine might unfathomable.
What is invincibility?
This is it!
At the same time.
A profound and unfathomable divine mark subtly appeared between his eyebrows, signifying his identity as a divine messenger.
"Praise be to you, great God of Primordial Chaos."
Murong Fu roared towards the sky, ecstatic. This was a terrifying power he had never felt before.
How could it not make one excited, how could it not make one thrilled?
"Congratulations, Young Master."
Bao Butong and the others also experienced significant cultivation improvements. Although they were still far behind Murong Fu, they were still incredibly excited.
"From today onwards, establish the Primordial Chaos Divine Sect. I shall be the Sect Master, and you four shall be the Guardian Elders." Murong Fu suppressed his excitement and said with high spirits.
"Yes, Young Master, no, Sect Master!"
Bao Butong and the other four said happily.
"Prepare yourselves. In one hour, we will head north to the Imperial City. The first step is to have the Northern Song Emperor declare the Primordial Chaos Divine Sect as the national religion!"
Murong Fu commanded. With a thousand years of cultivation and the Heaven-Slaying Draw Sword Art, he alone could contend against a nation, so he had no fear.
"Yes, Sect Master."
Bao Butong and the other four immediately went to prepare. Although they were not fanatical believers at this moment, they were still devout believers of Hong Meng.
"I've become young again? Thank you, great God of Primordial Chaos!"
At this moment, Li Qingluo's exclamation rang out, filled with ecstatic joy.
Her skin became tender and lustrous, so delicate it seemed it could be broken by a mere touch, as if she had returned to the age of eighteen.
"Auntie is indeed captivating."
Murong Fu glanced at Li Qingluo and thought to himself.
Li Qingluo bore a strong resemblance to Wang Yuyan, but she possessed even more charm.
If Li Qingluo hadn't been unqualified, he would have wanted to sacrifice her as well.
However, he recalled the future he had seen through divine revelation during his first prayer: Li Qingluo was the daughter of Li Qiushui and Wuyazi.
And the Li Qiushui family had particularly strong genes; every member was not only as beautiful as a celestial maiden but also bore a striking resemblance to one another.
For example, Li Qiushui and her younger sister, Li Canghai, were almost identical.
Wang Yuyan also bore a strong resemblance to the two of them.
Duan Yu had initially mistaken Wang Yuyan for Li Canghai, which was why he called her "Immortal Sister."
Although Li Qingluo was not qualified to be sacrificed to the divine, Li Qiushui also had a granddaughter—Princess Yinchuan of Western Xia, Li Qinglu.
Of course.
There was no rush for the sacrifice.
The "Sacrifice Law" stipulated that sacrificing once every three months was optimal.
If there were rare treasures or special circumstances, sacrificing once a month was also permissible.
The purpose of this was to prevent believers from sacrificing daily without any valuable offerings, which would annoy the deity.
"I wonder how the others in the chat group are doing?"
Murong Fu withdrew his gaze from Li Qingluo and immersed his mind in the chat group.
Chat Group 10000.
Descendant of the Great Yan Imperial Family: "Haha, how are you all doing?"
Saintess of the Spirit Hall: "Young Master Murong seems to be in a very good mood?"
Sect Leader of Mount Hua: "Could it be that Young Master Murong successfully sacrificed?"
In the world of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, at the Mount Hua Sect.
Yue Buqun stood before the altar made of earth and stone, his expression constantly changing.
Eager to expand the Mount Hua Sect, he naturally recited the "Contemplation Method" immediately. He received divine grace and instantly became a Xiantian realm expert.
Thus.
He began to prepare for the sacrifice.
He wasn't as quick as Murong Fu. He had only just finished building the altar and had instructed his disciples to buy livestock and grains for offerings down the mountain.
As he was about to begin the sacrifice, he saw Murong Fu's message in the chat group.
From the tone, it seemed he had already successfully sacrificed and received divine grace.
Descendant of the Great Yan Imperial Family: "Thanks to my God's grace, who bestowed divine favor upon me, granting me a thousand years of inner energy, allowing my cultivation to reach an unprecedented supreme realm, and even bestowing upon me a supreme sword art. Divine grace is like the sea."
"I shall immediately head north to the Imperial City to spread my God's glory. Thank you, great God of Primordial Chaos. *Kowtow.jpg*."
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