Galadriel looked up at the god and found him smiling at her.
She immediately lowered her head shyly.
Her position was that of a deity, which meant she could remain by the god's side permanently from now on.
Thinking of this, tears welled up in Galadriel's eyes. If only she could have met the god earlier—then she wouldn't have had to worry about her people every single day.
Arwen and Éowyn were both led away to learn proper etiquette, leaving only Galadriel to remain in this sacred place.
"Sister, why are you standing there in a daze? Come over to our side..."
After becoming a god, there was actually no need to bow constantly. After all, she was now a personal attendant of the deity—her rank was higher than most.
"Thank you, sister."
Galadriel curtsied to the goddess with pink-star radiance, then stood beside her.
She looked around and discovered many other gods standing present. When Galadriel's gaze met theirs, they would nod to her in acknowledgment.
At that moment, the woman standing opposite her asked softly, "God, do the false gods of Aman not need to be dealt with?"
Aman—that was the homeland of the gods in her world.
Galadriel looked up toward the divine throne.
She heard the deity speak indifferently: "They are merely false gods, not worth the effort. Instead, you should all prepare for the upcoming battle. I have already obtained the location of that secret realm."
Tiamat's eyes lit up as she asked eagerly, "Are we going to beat up some younglings?"
Beat up? Younglings? What was that?
The beautiful elf queen had three consecutive question marks in her mind, though the gleam in the speaker's eyes suggested something quite exciting.
"Tiamat, we have newcomers present now, so please restrain yourself a bit..."
Yao Yao covered her face, feeling that the dignity of the gods had been tarnished by this behavior.
Tiamat rolled her eyes and retorted, "Oh? Then I wonder who it was during the last Divine Battle who, while plundering the enemy's resources, kept shouting 'Come at me if you're not satisfied!' and then slaughtered tens of millions of people..."
Yao Yao flushed red after hearing this.
She had lost herself to bloodlust back then and couldn't stop. Could she really be blamed for that? Those idiots simply weren't resilient enough—with only ten gods among them, how could she not end up killing them all?
Just when Galadriel thought the god would reprimand them, she heard him speak instead.
"This time, I hope you will all use your strongest methods to kill without mercy. The shattered world on the other side is a massive ruin left by the gods. Whoever seizes the treasures within claims them. Gods of our level cannot personally intervene, so this is a struggle between believers."
Everyone was stunned by these words.
So that was how it was. They could kill as much as they pleased, then.
Ah... no, it was about the treasures, of course.
Liu Che looked at the fierce expressions on his goddesses' faces, secretly delighted.
This ruin had fallen from a divine realm at the Creation God level and had been directly sealed within the Chaos Sea. It required twenty Creation Gods to unlock the seal.
However, due to conflicts between rivals or gods who were inherently difficult to manage, the necessary manpower had never been assembled—until now.
With his recent promotion and the addition of Xiao Luan, they finally had exactly twenty participants.
No one knew precisely how many resources lay within, but one thing was certain: this would be a battle testing the strength of their believers.
According to Xiao Luan's description, there might be vast quantities of Law Fragments inside. Even if some believers were lost, seizing these treasures would be worth it.
As for existences at the Creation God level, they truly didn't dare act rashly. Chihuang Liuyan was no pushover.
Having heard that Liu Che had broken through to Creation God once more, certain dominant figures at the upper echelons had already provided guarantees that there would be absolutely no danger.
They would also ensure Liu Che's concealment. Because the hub of divine power had been transferred through Chihuang Liuyan, any gods attempting to trace his position would ultimately be led to Chihuang Liuyan instead.
With the protection of a Master-level consciousness, naturally no trace would be revealed.
This was the advantage of having a transit station.
Orders had already been issued throughout the Divine Realm. Many believers were preparing for the Divine Battle.
The priests who had tasted victory last time had all increased their strength by ten percent. Though it seemed like a small amount, this ten percent could be applied to entire planets, helping the inhabitants grow rapidly.
Take the Naruto planet, for example. In the battle between Orochimaru and a group of elites, their resource plundering had ranked in the top five, resulting in a twenty-six percent strength increase.
Combined with the blessing of Spirit Summoning and the growth of spirit beasts simultaneously empowering their masters, their combat effectiveness had become truly overwhelming.
Even the Immortal World had achieved excellent results in the last Divine Battle. Their growth lay in their immortal artifacts and their tempering through actual combat.
Each faction had gained its own benefits.
However, this upcoming Divine Battle would be different.
Liu Che's followers had begun to diversify.
For instance, Sam's mechanical legion had access to abundant ores within the Divine Realm, plus the entire solar system serving as an armory.
Currently, one hundred million mechanical units had been manufactured—scout types, combat types, and medical types.
Various models and types—everything was available.
Moreover, everyone could control mechas, which were also being rapidly manufactured.
As for Tanjiro's world, after all members had obtained the Shenwu System cultivation method, they had reached the pinnacle of controlling the power of law.
One should never underestimate human wisdom. Even mortals possessed remarkable ingenuity.
Liu Che was responsible for spreading the teachings, and these people carried them forward magnificently. The laws within the Divine Realm were especially abundant, and among these people had emerged a group of advanced gods. They were all Liu Che's soldiers.
As for the Cemetery of Saints, those at the cosmic level could participate in the Divine Battle, and Liu Che had opened a convenient gateway for them as well.
When those from the mortal realm and underworld arrived at the Divine Realm, they all achieved breakthroughs one after another. After all, to reach the cosmic level, one had to be a genius of the highest caliber. After exposure to the wider world, breakthrough was inevitable.
Now there were nearly one hundred thousand people on the initial planet. They fought life-and-death battles with the beasts they raised every day, and their strength improved rapidly.
Among the beasts, there were naturally patriarchs and similar leaders who were permitted to transform and teach the children of their clans.
Therefore, Liu Che's true combat power would be an astronomical figure. This time was merely an experiment.
Within the White Snake World, since the destruction of Lingshan and the Heavenly Court, the Four Seas Dragon Clan had become the primary divine authority.
Free from the control of the Heavenly Court, their strength had grown rapidly. After all, the divine cultivation methods could compensate for their bloodline deficiencies.
Fahai, no longer wearing his usual expression of mirth, was dressed in white robes as he cornered a ghostly figure within a small world.
"Tathagata, do you still think you can run? You scourge—you should die..."
His tone was utterly flat, devoid of hatred or anger, containing only the clarity of wisdom.
But the Tathagata's demonic shadow didn't see it that way. A depraved and twisted aura emanated from his entire being.
Grinning malevolently at Fahai, he said, "You... you still miscalculated. Do you know what I've been doing these past days?"
"I don't know, and I don't care to know."
"Look! This is the great power I've gathered from across the world—it is the power from beyond this realm..."
The Tathagata laughed strangely and produced a mass of gray mist. Strong chaotic power emanated from it, yet it was also an extremely dangerous force.
Fahai looked at the mist and sneered. "Do you think I don't know this world is broken? Your so-called chaotic mist is actually just power from outside the world."
"Hmph... I thought you were unaware."
"You're so foolish. If you used your brain even a little, you'd understand where my divine power came from."
The Tathagata's form froze for a moment, his mind seemingly unable to process this. After all, having abandoned his conscience to become a fallen demon, he was naturally no longer so clever.
Fahai pressed his fingers against the seal of the small world, and countless Buddha-lights appeared, trapping the Tathagata in midair.
"Your so-called extraterritorial power is nothing but worthless garbage in the eyes of God..."
The Buddha-light transformed into a spear and thoroughly pierced the Tathagata's demonic shadow.
Even as his opponent frantically wielded the power of Chaos, he found he still couldn't escape Fahai's control.
"No... impossible... I am the strongest, I am the fallen one... I am the Buddha who has seen beyond this world..."
Accompanied by golden radiance, the Tathagata's voice gradually faded.
The ancestor of Buddhism died at the hands of his own pawn.
Fahai watched the Tathagata turn to ash, then pulled a chicken leg from his spatial pouch and said while gnawing on it, "If you didn't want to join the Divine Realm, you could have just stayed proud on your own. How utterly boring..."
Then he turned and left, returning to his Buddhist chamber in the central dynasty.
Three fox spirits immediately approached.
"Brother Fahai, you're back! Did you defeat the bad guy?"
"Brother Fahai, I prepared chicken drumsticks..."
"I have fine wine here."
All three fox spirits possessed the strength of gods. They were the three sisters Fahai had first met at Jinshan Temple. Because they were obedient and well-behaved, Fahai had naturally married them.
Recalling how he had held his wooden fish for hundreds of years—back then, he'd truly been an idiot. He hadn't yearned for such a wonderful life but had instead wanted to be a bald monk.
No wonder Buddhism hadn't thrived!
"All right, don't make a fuss just yet. Go about your work and notify everyone. Tomorrow you'll need to prepare the sacrifice ceremony. The Divine Battle is about to begin. As the Supreme of Buddhism, I cannot fall behind."
Now that Zhang Fan had chosen to be a laid-back cultivator, within the system of the Eternal God, there was only one Buddhist who could take action.
How could Fahai not work hard?
He straightened his robes and walked toward the temple.
The next day, throughout the Legend of the White Snake world, the sound of prayer rose simultaneously from the underworld and the mortal realm.
Fahai had long since conquered the underworld. Ten thousand ghosts had long become believers. Even through reincarnation, they retained some memories and knew they were devotees.
The old education methods were obsolete. Education naturally began from the moment of reincarnation—that was the correct approach.
Countless dragons knelt before altars and began their pilgrimage.
The world was about to undergo a transformation.