Niu Gao's words made perfect sense to Dai Mubai—until the realization struck him.
Wait… but the god I've inherited is the God of Death!
What was he supposed to name his sect? Holy Spirit Cult?
"Am I the founder of the Holy Spirit Cult?"
The thought sent shivers down his spine.
Outwardly unfazed, Dai Mubai spoke calmly, "It's true—I am a divine inheritor. The god I've inherited is the God of Death."
"Now, let's hear your suggestions."
Titan, Niu Gao, and Niu Ben froze for a moment before collectively trembling with awe.
We've struck gold! Our master is truly a divine inheritor!
As former vassals of the Clear Sky Sect, they were privy to secrets that many others weren't.
For instance, they knew that Tang Chen, the former Clear Sky Sect leader, had pursued the secret to godhood.
Tang Chen's unparalleled strength was what had elevated the Clear Sky Sect to the title of Number One Sect on the continent. The Clear Sky Hammer became the "number one tool spirit" largely because of his self-created techniques like the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique and the Great Sumeru Hammer, among others.
But Tang Chen was no more, and now their new leader was an actual divine inheritor!
"Death God?"
The mere mention of the title sent chills down their spines.
The God of Death—just the name alone evoked fear and reverence. Such a deity undoubtedly ruled over the domain of death itself.
"Master… why don't you decide on the sect's name yourself?" Niu Gao suggested cautiously, scratching his head.
What name could they possibly propose that wouldn't offend such a god?
Worshiping the God of Death was one thing. Meeting the deity in person? That was a whole other story.
No one in their right mind would willingly face the God of Death.
"Yes, Master," Titan chimed in. "You should choose the name. If we make the wrong choice and displease the deity, well… ahem…"
Dai Mubai: "…"
The absurdity of it all hit him.
Seriously?
Had it not been for the fact that I'm the Death God's inheritor, I wouldn't want to meet Hades either!
Hades, after all, was a figure cloaked in an aura of death—a cold, distant presence that inspired fear even in the strongest of souls.
"Fine," Dai Mubai sighed, resigning himself to the task. Naming a sect was proving to be far harder than he anticipated.
He dismissed the idea of Holy King Sect—it sounded too pretentious. But what other options were there?
Finally, after a long pause, he spoke decisively.
"Our sect shall be called the Holy Spirit Cult. From this day forth, I am no longer your 'Master.' Address me as 'Cult Leader.'"
With those words, Dai Mubai embraced the mantle of leadership—and the destiny that came with it.
"Excellent! Holy Spirit Cult!" Titan exclaimed, dropping to one knee almost immediately.
"Greetings, Cult Leader!"
Niu Gao: "…"
Way to make me look slow, Titan.
Caught off guard by Titan's swift reaction, Niu Gao hesitated briefly before following suit.
"Greetings, Cult Leader!"
Names didn't matter as much as the sect's direction and potential, and the Holy Spirit Cult promised both.
Dai Mubai helped the two men to their feet, though Niu Gao noticed something unusual.
As Dai Mubai extended his hand, he lifted both Titan and Niu Gao effortlessly, despite the latter being one of the strongest defensive spirit masters on the continent.
"Your strength… it's extraordinary," Niu Gao murmured, realization dawning on him.
No wonder the stories about Dai Mubai slaying Tang Hao were true.
Dai Mubai: "???"
What just happened?
The exchange left him mildly bewildered, but he quickly brushed it off.
"With the Defense Clan joining us, our cause will be greatly strengthened," Dai Mubai said with a smile.
He valued their engineering expertise more than their combat power. With the Power Clan and Defense Clan working together, they could build fortifications rivaling the greatest on the continent.
"As of today," Dai Mubai declared, "the Holy Spirit Cult worships the God of Death. Every member shall offer their faith to the deity."
The God of Death didn't necessarily need faith; all beings eventually entered its domain. Living worshippers were a luxury, but the inevitability of death ensured that all would eventually serve.
"Yes, Cult Leader!" the two patriarchs answered in unison.
Thus, Dai Mubai became the first Cult Leader of the Holy Spirit Cult.
Of course, he had no intention of steering the sect toward the corrupt path it took in the far future. For now, it was just a name—one steeped in irony.
"Focus on managing your respective clans for now," Dai Mubai instructed. "When the matter with the Clear Sky Sect is settled, we'll address rewards and appointments."
Both Titan and Niu Gao exchanged glances before nodding.
Taking down the Clear Sky Sect would be a decisive moment. If they contributed significantly, the rewards would follow. Failing to prove themselves could mean losing their places in the sect altogether.
With a god-backed sect, no one wanted to be left out.
"Yes, Cult Leader!"
"What about the location of the sect's headquarters?" Titan asked tentatively.
Dai Mubai's lips curled into a faint smile.
"Haven't the Clear Sky Sect already chosen the perfect spot for us?"
Titan, Niu Gao, and Niu Ben's eyes widened in realization.
So that was the plan all along?
Dai Mubai wasn't just aiming to defeat the Clear Sky Sect—he intended to claim their land as his own!
With that, the meeting ended. Over the next two days, preparations continued.
"Report! Cult Leader, the patriarch of the Sensitive Clan has arrived!"
The Sensitive Clan's speed allowed them to reach the Power Clan ahead of the Breaking Clan, despite being farther away.
Titan and Niu Gao exchanged a look, their expressions shifting.
If there was any clan difficult to persuade, it was the Sensitive Clan.
"Let's go," Dai Mubai said with a calm smile. "Let's meet Tang Hao's uncle. If he refuses to join, we'll let him be."
He turned to the two patriarchs.
"I won't force you to pressure an old friend. As long as they don't betray us, the Sensitive Clan will remain your allies. Help them if you can."
The words struck a chord in both Titan and Niu Gao.
This Cult Leader truly thinks of everything.
If the Sensitive Clan refused to join, it wouldn't matter—as long as they didn't side with the Clear Sky Sect.
The two men nodded silently, vowing to make the most of the opportunity.
(Chapter Ends)