Xiongba grinned and posted his transformable weapon to the group.
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "Oh, come on… weapons can transform too? I'm jealous… If only I had one—ah… wait, I do."
Tosaka University: "Hey, I have one as well."
Pursuing Sentient Beings: "Ladies, could you stop showing off? You're both goddesses now—your weapons start at the lowest divine tier. That's not the same as us chief priests."
Tanjirou: "Feels like I'm witnessing a massive Versailles moment. Sister Solanum is always big sis for a reason."
Kaoru: "…Is there any benefit to being a goddess?"
The Fox Who Only Loves Money: "Plenty. You get to see the God every day, and you can visit any divine star you like whenever you want."
Bearded Swordsman: "Envy. If I had Xiongba's weapon, I'd keep it as a wine gourd most days, then—bam—turn it into a powerhouse when I meet an enemy…"
For Peace: "Who wouldn't be jealous? This kind of transformable gear is easy and convenient."
Queen Vampire: "If I had one, I'd morph it into a heavy sniper—something that can channel a lot of supernatural power."
Blond Boy Sam: "The Cybertron Transformers in our world can transform, but God-bestowed weapons change even faster."
Demon Hunter: "Sam, how's your world going now? You said last time you'd reached space."
Blond Boy Sam: "Same old story—Earth's resources aren't enough. We can only source from other planets. At present, Earth is almost fully retooled, and the Moon's become a transit hub for space jumps. You could call it peaceful development."
People in the Federation had tried to stir trouble before.
They'd even attempted to replace him as chief priest.
In the end, the Eternal Executors culled tens of thousands in a single night, and that settled it by force.
Americans are like that—
always dancing at the edge of danger.
Talking about his world now, Sam could have cried.
In other worlds, everyone follows the chief priest.
Rejoice as much as you like.
The unlucky ones are always the atheists.
But in his world, even though the pattern was the same, there was always someone challenging him.
A few days ago he'd rooted out a spy—Earthside politicians trying to contact the Decepticon high command.
He exposed them himself.
Now they're strung up on the pole of shame,
to be remembered forever.
Spirit of the Demon Sword: "Anyway, hurry up and promote your worlds. It's fun once you make it to the God's Domain—and don't you want to admire the scenery of other worlds?"
Pirate King of the Caribbean: "I was pretty down at first, but after I reached the God's Domain, I got over it. Haha…"
Junior Brother of Dazhufeng: "I want to work hard too, but faith still needs to be developed step by step. I can't bombard the world the way Orochimaru does…"
Zhang Fan had a gentle temperament.
He couldn't very well crush an entire world in a single sweep.
So now he cultivated faith daily,
publicized the God's deeds from time to time,
and searched for a suitable goddess.
In short, he had little time to rest—but fortunately his senior sister kept him company, so he wasn't lonely.
His progress was slower.
In contrast, Master Cangsong was fierce. After pacifying southern Xinjiang, he began developing the northern territories; he was the real main force.
Zhang Fan would have to plead with his uncle later,
and ask the God to reward Master Cangsong more.
…
Chaos Sea.
In Liu Che's retreat.
After the goddess Xiao Luan finished refitting the place, it had become even more beautiful than the gods' world itself.
After he broke through to Creation,
she'd kept messaging him.
With no alternative,
Liu Che ended his shut-in training lifestyle.
Then… there was a starlight dinner, and the goddess stared at him.
"What's wrong…"
"How do you train for a while and then break through? I suspect you're hiding a huge secret…"
"Uh… I was already at the peak of the Main God realm. Isn't it normal to break through?"
Xiao Luan blinked at that.
True enough.
The point was just that he broke through too fast, and without warning—straight into Creation.
Like soup simmered in an instant.
Other people, when they advance to Creation, consult other gods, scour countless texts,
and prepare piles of treasures.
They're terrified their divine power won't be enough, and they'll fail at the last step.
After speaking, Liu Che picked up the dumpling Xiao Luan had made and tasted it slowly. One bite—delicious.
Who'd have thought she'd studied cuisine?
Gods no longer need to eat,
but it's pleasant to indulge appetite now and then.
Most importantly, it depends on who is cooking.
Xiao Luan wanted to ask more, but seeing Liu Che had no desire to talk, she dropped it.
Since it was a secret,
she would help guard it.
When two people are together, happiness matters most.
After food and drink,
Xiao Luan sat behind him, kneading his shoulders, and urged, "You just reached Creation—don't rush to create advanced creatures and believers, or you'll only waste your origin. Start by creating lower-level beings…"
"Mhm. Thank you."
Hearts are made of flesh.
Xiao Luan lowered herself to accommodate him.
Naturally, Liu Che wouldn't treat her coldly.
He thought a moment,
then took out a pile of sacred beast eggs and handed them to her—each one a Three-Star or higher sacred beast.
There were tens of thousands.
In terms of raw divine value,
you couldn't buy them without hundreds of millions in capital.
"What are you doing?"
Xiao Luan glared, clearly displeased.
Cooking for him was a joy;
this felt like a transaction.
Liu Che smiled. "If I abduct a beautiful overseer, I should at least show some sincerity. These are nothing but pets in my God's Domain."
The Sentiment Law,
plus the big "coaxing aura" of the Afflicted Giant Tree—
the beasts in the God's Domain had been happily reproducing.
There were millions of eggs at this level now.
Parting with a few didn't matter.
Moreover, Liu Che had chosen with care—every egg was from a beautiful species:
Phantom Butterflies, Unicorn Pegasi—
the sort of pets goddesses loved.
Xiao Luan rolled her eyes. "You're not trying to buy me off, are you?"
Liu Che gave a wry smile.
"You have so little confidence? I understand why you did what you did before. I, Liu Che, am not a heartless god. Since I took you away in front of so many, I'll be responsible.
These pet eggs might be treasures to other gods; to me they're just gifts. If you don't like them, I can swap for something else."
Love needs tending on both sides,
not one person always accommodating the other.
Since she'd been so cautious, Liu Che simply laid it out.
That way, they could speak freely.
Xiao Luan chuckled, clearly pleased.
"Then I'll tuck them away. Don't think that being the manager of Chihuang Liuyan lets me skim much fat…"
"Manager" was a post appointed by the Upper Space—
it carried certain privileges.
Even gods with ordinary strength couldn't occupy it.
At first, Xiao Luan had only been curious, but she was shocked by Liu Che's talent.
Admiration grew.
When she discovered he grasped the power of law, she was moved.
She'd struggled briefly:
should she let Liu Che be recruited by another god, or stoop to recruit him herself?
A god who holds three laws
has the makings of a future Sovereign.
Women of lesser races might be swayed by beauty,
but gods weigh power.
A god as extraordinary as Liu Che—never mind Xiao Luan—any goddess would throw herself at him.
Even if wronged for a while,
she'd enjoy glory later.
After laying things bare,
Xiao Luan relaxed and talked with Liu Che as an equal.
They traded jokes.
She also gleaned a few of Liu Che's secrets—
like how he had a private passage to the worlds no one else knew about.
So he didn't need to compete with other gods over shattered worlds.
Probably the heir of some Upper World cultivation.
Truly arrogant.
Not afraid to die halfway.
Liu Che spent a day with Xiao Luan; as they grew closer, he also learned a great deal of creative lore from her.
For the first time, he understood
why the power of a Creation God was so terrifying.
First: Creation power itself is divided into nine tiers.
The first three tiers let you create ordinary creatures.
At the third tier, you can create some sacred beasts.
The last three are key—you can create your own believers and grant them greater power.
Kyle Morris—the one who came looking for trouble and got smashed—
was a Three-Star Creation God.
Average strength, decent talent.
Pity Xiao Luan didn't like him.
If he'd reached Four-Star, Liu Che would have had to expend much more effort.
Xiao Luan continued, "At Nine-Star Creation, you can ascend to the heavens and step toward the Upper Realm. But I suggest cultivating your own divine strength; otherwise, you'll only reach the Upper Realm by relying on your family."
Family?
If he had a family, would he be in such straits?
Liu Che nodded as if enlightened.
It seemed he'd have to endure a while longer.
Still, his divine strength wasn't exactly weak anymore.
After half an hour,
Liu Che returned to the God's Domain.
He issued new regulations:
Goddesses newly advanced to divinity would receive Five-Star weapons and a set of Seven-Star armor,
and would be encouraged to instruct people in the lower worlds.
Rewards would be merit-based.
With this policy,
many goddesses who'd seen no path forward stirred to life.
Even Shi Fei Xuan, usually a "pigeon faction," began to act.
The atmosphere of the God's Domain improved markedly.
Beyond that,
Liu Che contacted his divine system's officials and told them to open void coordinates for him.
He, too, was going to fight a god-war!
Kyle Morris's resources were nearly stripped,
and his fangs were about to begin pushing outward.
As the acting manager of Chihuang Liuyan,
Xiao Luan approved eagerly.
If Liu Che's divine system joined the battle,
their destructive power would be extraordinary.