Chapter 365

"Fuck!" Wang Changsheng's face darkened. "Now we're in trouble."

He was just a third-layer True Qi cultivator, originally meant only to guard the city, report problems upward, and live an easy, carefree life.

Now, he's expected to fight against several Land Immortal-level demons—what the hell is he supposed to fight with, his head?

His subordinate looked dejected. "That's right. Though we have nearly a thousand warriors in the city, most are only Body Refinement cultivators—they have zero chance against fourth-layer demons. Sigh… We never expected the Demon Suppression Bureau to be so negligent. They should've stationed more Land Immortals along the border earlier."

"Uh…" Wang Changsheng was speechless. "Land Immortals aren't radishes—how could we have one at every border?"

Huaguo's territory is vast and rich, its borders extremely long, its cities countless—only key locations are assigned elite cultivators.

Stationing Land Immortals or higher in every small town? That's a dream no one dares to have!

"That's true. Land Immortals aren't easy to cultivate." The subordinate sighed. "Now we've only got one choice—fight to the death."

"No!" Wang Changsheng's eyes lit up. "We still have another option. Go tell every citizen in the city to gather with me at the square—we'll burn incense and pray for the descent of the Holy King of Light."

"Uh…" The subordinate was speechless. "Pray to a god?"

Wang Changsheng snapped: "What are you standing there for? Times have changed—this prayer technique isn't fake. Besides, it's a divine method passed down from above. Go quickly! If we can summon the Holy King from under Master Taixuan's divine authority, even a Land Immortal can be easily subdued."

"Yes, Master Tian Shi."

The subordinate turned and left. Moments later, over a thousand warriors and tens of thousands of civilians set up incense altars in the square.

On the city wall, Wang Changsheng placed the incense altar, his expression solemn.

"Below-world Daoist Wang Changsheng bows to the Primordial Infinite Taixuan Dao Jun, bows to the Holy King of Light, and petitions the Dao Jun and Holy King: Demons now invade our border, plotting evil. We beg you to descend divine power and annihilate the demons beyond the city."

Wang Changsheng's voice rang clear, strong, and resolute.

As his words ended, streams of incense devotion converged, forming a brilliant light shooting skyward.

Even the demons outside the city saw the scene within.

"That Daoist is praying to a god?"

"Hah! They actually believe in gods—we all know there are no gods in this world!"

Several monstrous creatures, each hundreds of meters long like prehistoric beasts, laughed loudly. "Humans are truly foolish. If gods truly existed, how could we still roam so freely?"

"Approved."

At that moment, the incense devotion in the sky coalesced, and a radiant portal appeared.

Then, a woman appeared in midair, radiating pure light, with twin wings on her back.

The moment she appeared, she became like a sun, flooding the heavens and earth with brilliance, bathing all hundreds of li in holy radiance.

Chants of sacred scriptures echoed, and blossoms of pure light bloomed in the air.

"Below-world Daoist Wang Changsheng bows before the Holy King!"

Wang Changsheng was stunned—he never expected the Holy King of Light to look like a Western angel.

How could an Eastern Immortal's subordinate be a Western angel? That makes no sense!

Fortunately, his temperament was decent—he only froze for a moment, then bowed properly.

As he spoke, the warriors atop the wall followed suit.

But their expressions? They were priceless.

They clearly shared Wang Changsheng's thoughts—how could an Eastern Dao Jun have a Western biblical angel as a subordinate?

"Rise." Anne's expression was calm as she gazed beyond the city. "My Lord once transmitted the Immortal Martial Way to this world—you are all of the Taixuan lineage. Since you have burned incense and paid homage, I shall descend divine power to aid you through this trial. May you never lose your original heart, nor forget my Lord's grace."

"Wang Changsheng, on behalf of all citizens, thanks the Holy King of Light… This grace, this righteousness—we shall never forget."

Not to mention, the Primordial Infinite Taixuan Dao Jun was his ancestral master.

"Destroy!"

Anne's face remained expressionless. Suddenly, she waved her hand—boundless holy power descended from the sky, instantly turning the borderlands beyond the city as bright as day.

The holy power fell like the sun melting snow—within an instant, all demonic aura and demons beyond the city turned to ash, transforming hundreds of li into a sacred land of light.

Even the soil now carried a trace of holy energy, impervious to evil.

By the time Wang Changsheng and the others came to their senses, Anne had already vanished from the sky.

"Honorably bid farewell to the Holy King of Light!"

"Honorably bid farewell to the Holy King of Light!"

"Master Tian Shi, why does our Eastern Dao Jun have a Western angel as a Holy King?" The subordinate suddenly sidled up, whispering.

Wang Changsheng cleared his throat, shot him a glare, and said: "What's wrong with our Ancestral Master having an angel as a subordinate? The prayer scripture clearly states he has more than just angels—he also has Jin Wu and Qilin!"

"That's right—our Ancestral Master is truly immensely powerful. The enemies we couldn't defeat were wiped out by just a fraction of his Holy King's power. It's just a pity—all those demons were merit points."

Wang Changsheng snapped: "Don't be greedy. We're lucky to have survived this disaster—be grateful. Now that the demons are gone, send messengers immediately to the Demon Suppression Bureau."

The next day.

Once communication was restored, news of the Holy King of Light's descent had spread across all of Huaguo.

Demon Suppression Bureau.

The Sect Masters of Tian Shi, Maoshan, Quanzhen, and other sects gathered, frowning, their expressions filled with turmoil.

"The Holy King of Light has descended—but the West claims angels are their God's!"

"Theirs? Let them summon the Holy King to appear." The Tian Shi Sect Master sneered. "That's not the issue. The real problem is how to revise the Dao Jun's scriptures. How do we add angels into them? The people below and the authorities above all demand a complete Dao scripture!"

"That's simple…" The Quanzhen Sect Master was confident. "We just expand the Dao Jun's divine authority—then having angels and other servants becomes perfectly reasonable."

"Won't that be overblowing it?"

"Are you saying the Dao Jun isn't that powerful?"

"How could I think that? The Dao Jun is my Ancestral Master."

"Then it's settled—we'll say our Ancestral Master is the greatest. No objections allowed!"

"Good! You're right—blowing up our Ancestral Master's greatness? What's wrong with that!" 4.8

"Blow it up! Blow it hard! If anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility!"

Chat group.

Su Xiaoxiao: "【Video】 The Holy King manifested a sliver of divine will, and then blasted the demon into ash."

Xiaomai: "Is summoning gods really that useful?"

Hu Yifei: "Didn't expect it would really come in handy."

Han Paopao: "It might be useless for us, but for our disciples and grand-disciples, summoning gods is genuinely useful."

Bai Suzhen: "Actually, in my world too, the art of summoning gods is a wonderful technique the big-shot elders use to look after their juniors. Their true bodies can't descend to the mortal realm because of the Heavenly Rules, but incarnations and divine wills can."

Lin Fengjiao: "True enough, disciples of great sects really do get great perks. From now on, the Taixuan lineage will have this kind of perk too."

Nie Xiaoqian: "By the way, can I use this summoning-god art as well?"

Ye Hei: "I think it's better if Miss Nie doesn't use it—otherwise, getting purified by the power of light by accident wouldn't be pleasant."

Han Paopao: "I've noticed that the few deities the Dao Sovereign has so far invested aren't exactly friendly toward Miss Nie. Qilin, Jin Wu, Angel of Light—every single one is the bane of ghosts."

Nie Xiaoqian: "…"

Zhang Taixuan: "It really is better if Miss Nie doesn't use it. The summoning-god art was never meant for ghosts in the first place. Still, you don't need to worry—I'll head over in a bit, I should be able to solve your problem."

Su Xiaoxiao: "How will you solve it? 【Curious】"