This was the land where Chu Xuanfeng had begun his rise.
It was home to a mighty white snake—so powerful that it could even threaten Chu Xuanfeng, who had now awakened meditation techniques.
Liu Che watched in silence.
He did not intervene.
Sometimes, people don't cherish what comes too easily.
Humans are simple like that.
Let them struggle.
Even if Chu Xuanfeng was his believer, he needed to prove his worth.
The world was vast.
For Chu Xuanfeng, this was just the beginning of his journey.
Liu Che didn't want him to develop the bad habit of always relying on divine intervention.
"Ooohhh..."
"ROOOAR..."
The roars of beasts echoed endlessly.
But the skies remained unchanged.
Chu Xuanfeng grew anxious.
Were the sacrifices still not enough?
Something wasn't right.
He didn't know what had gone wrong.
But there was no time to ponder it.
The only thing he could do was keep offering sacrifices while fighting—otherwise, he would be killed.
The ox glanced at the glowing altar and charged forward without hesitation.
"Hey—what are you doing?" Chu Xuanfeng shouted.
"Moo!"
The ox's voice was steady as it placed itself in front of the altar.
The Black Bull King stepped forward too.
"This won't end peacefully, kid. Keep offering sacrifices. We'll cover you!"
Chu Xuanfeng gritted his teeth and stayed put.
He closed his eyes and calmed his mind, shutting out the chaos around him.
The two bulls became living shields, ruthlessly slaughtering the beasts that rushed in.
The other cultivators at White Snake Ridge realized this was no longer a spectacle—they needed to act.
In the midst of the turmoil, they took the chance to fight back.
If they were lucky, they might even find an opening to escape.
The battle blazed into a frenzy.
Jingang and the Silver Wing God Society—rival factions—were forced to cooperate just to carve a path out.
As soon as they attacked, the surrounding beasts counterattacked.
Thump. Thump.
One by one, slain beasts were hauled up to the altar by the bulls.
Blood flowed like a river.
But none of it spilled into the canyon below.
The altar greedily absorbed it all.
Soon, the pile of corpses atop the altar grew into a mountain.
So high that it concealed even the divine patterns carved into the stone.
The White Snake's eyes grew cold.
Its massive tail reared up and swept toward the altar.
"Careful!!!"
The Black Bull King cried out.
He yanked the ox aside and leapt clear.
At that moment, Chu Xuanfeng's chant drifted into the heavens.
He had already let go of all distractions.
His entire being focused on one desire:
To summon the Eternal God.
It was as if he floated above the clouds, standing beneath the stars.
Suddenly, he felt a presence watching both his world—and him.
The gaze was more intense than the sun.
Yet there was no fear.
Only warmth.
Yes.
It was the gaze of his God.
The Eternal God had arrived.
Chu Xuanfeng's eyes flew open.
The white snake's enormous tail came crashing toward his face.
He didn't flinch.
He didn't even move.
"Moo!"
The ox cried out in terror.
What are you doing, buddy?! Don't just stand there! You'll die!!
But Chu Xuanfeng stood firm.
Far above, Liu Che smiled.
"Your sincerity and sacrifices are enough. Now, it's time for me to act."
This time, he would give Chu Xuanfeng a true blessing—
A gift that would remain etched in memory forever.
Liu Che wasn't worried about provoking ancient immortals or even gods of the Three Heavenly Emperor level.
He was a direct disciple of Xiao Luan, one of the Creator Gods.
If any threat appeared, the protectors of his divine system would intervene.
Even a being capable of creating life wouldn't be able to challenge the Gods' Realm.
Why was he so confident?
Because no matter how strong the natives were, they were still just natives.
Even if they shattered world barriers and reached the Higher Divine Plane, they would face even more terrifying gods ready to teach them their place.
Liu Che had studied the latest intelligence reports.
There were many powerful divine systems at work.
Plenty of gods gathered faith across countless worlds—just like he did.
Of course conflicts happened.
These gods often stole worlds from each other like ranchers rustling livestock.
No one simply sat by and watched.
But even so, no matter how strong a native god became, if they dared to rebel, the great gods could erase them across time and space.
The World of the Gods was supreme.
Every divine system ruled over its own cosmic crystal walls—and even higher realms.
Otherwise, they wouldn't be called god-systems at all.
As Liu Che thought, he projected himself into the Cemetery World's lower plane.
He had already tested how much divine power the space could handle.
His appearance wouldn't cause it to collapse.
But when Liu Che descended...
The entire world was shaken.
The powerful beings monitoring Earth suddenly felt the change.
Wherever he arrived, light dimmed.
This was the underworld plane, where all things had already died.
The living merely thought they were still alive.
But Liu Che was a god—his existence transcended even the forces of life and death.
Under this starry sky, countless masters felt the suffocating heat and spontaneously combusted.
They were reduced to ashes within moments.
Even beings at the Shadow King level couldn't withstand it.
Under Liu Che's divine pressure, all that remained were vague, flickering silhouettes—
Like shadows before a blazing fire.