Chapter 14

Qihal stood in the Divine Realm, gazing toward the direction of the GeWu tribe.

A smile of excitement curled at his lips:

"After all this time, have I finally found another deity?"

"I've longed for this…."

He had come to the Immortal Continent nine years ago.

But since hearing

that a friend from Akona Star

had won a divine war

and seized over a hundred followers,

slain an opposing demigod, and extracted nine strands of divine power,

he had entered a period of explosive growth.

He was completely captivated.

Why labor slowly when plundering others is so much faster?

Nine years have passed.

Though under his protection, his followers had grown to two hundred thirty,

the number of fanatics remained few.

Only twelve.

The faith power he gained each year totaled barely one hundred thousand.

After nine years,

even after expenses, it wasn't enough to condense even one strand of divine power.

If this continued,

when, oh when,

would he ever ignite the Divine Flame and raise his Divine Realm?

It was indefinitely far away!

"Across these hundred thousand li of wild wasteland, I arrived among the earliest…"

"As long as my luck isn't too poor…"

"Plus that Rank 3 Juvenile Stage Blackscale Flying Dragon—"

"In this battle, I will triumph!"

His mood was cheerful.

He didn't care much for the opponent's followers or anything like that.

What he cared about most

was the divine power he could extract after killing the opponent!

Every ordinary demigod

carried divine power within them.

That was the foundation of becoming a demigod.

"Extracting nine strands of divine power—even if sold and converted to pure faith power, yielding only eighty percent…"

"That's still seven million two hundred thousand faith power!"

"This is a vast fortune, enough to make me a Second-Transformation Demigod!"

"I could buy vast resources to bestow upon my followers, making them more devout and stronger."

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became.

This battle

would be his rise to power!

In the future,

even when he raised his Divine Realm, he would remember this battle!

Then—

He directly issued a divine decree.

Launch the Divine War!

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

"For the glory of our god!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

In the tribe,

over a hundred half-beasts clad in Rank 1 battle armor, wielding Rank 1 battle axes, roared in fanatic fervor.

From a nearby small Shanfeng,

a Blackscale Flying Dragon with densely scaled armor

and a wingspan exceeding five meters

soared forth, its entire body gleaming with metallic luster.

Its eyes brimmed with savagery.

Droplets of saliva fell, sizzling with terrifying corrosiveness.

Its claws glinted with chilling sharpness.

"Roar!"

She let out a roar of excitement, soaring through the air.

"For the glory of my god, kill!"

Under the shaman's command.

The orcs marched out of their tribe, charging toward the Gruish tribe!

Above.

Black-scaled flying dragons circled!

The Immortal Continent is extremely peculiar.

The gods.

Cannot descend in person.

They can only remain within their Divine Realm.

As if some law in the unseen had forbidden them from leaving their Divine Realm.

But there is one exception—

The gods can leave their own Divine Realm.