Chapter 328: The Goddess Is On a Visit

Though Kitara gorged itself and grew fat, Feng Xue could not simply let it grow unchecked.

After all, the residual willpower of Yamata no Orochi contained many impure wishes—these could not be absorbed and had to be slowly burned away to prevent contamination of Kitara's "faith seed."

Fortunately, Hongdu currently had vast areas needing reconstruction, so Feng Xue fully unleashed his power, burning impure wishes relentlessly—anywhere divine arts could be used, he refused to employ cultivation techniques.

Yet this behavior seemed perfectly normal to cultivators.

After all, anyone with even a modicum of insight could tell Feng Xue was a novice who had not yet entered the Dao; having previously unleashed such powerful thunder arts and prolonged his battle with the Many-Headed Serpent using sword-light evasion, his spiritual energy must have been utterly depleted. Still, he persisted in helping out—everyone who saw him would say, "Feng Daozhi is a man of great righteousness!"

Even several major local sects sent him precious medicinal pills and spirit herbs to nourish the soul and prolong life, claiming gratitude was too hollow—truthfully, they merely sought to cultivate good fortune.

If before, they had regarded him as a promising junior in the fight against the Japanese, his thunder arts displayed during the battle with Yamata no Orochi had already earned him serious respect from these cultivators.

Without doubt, entering the Dao was merely a matter of time for him—if he did not perish prematurely, he might even ascend to the Yangshen Realm, untouched for centuries; even if he perished, such a talent would receive top-tier treatment upon death, whether reincarnated or transformed into a Ghost Immortal, he would never fade into obscurity.

Feng Xue accepted all these gifts without hesitation, but he did not take them in vain—he often gave back "local specialties" as thanks, such as scraps left over from crafting jade talismans (jade powder molded into balls, yet some fragments still remained).

Don't underestimate these scraps—they were all top-grade jade printed by the pre-civilization 3D printers of the Sea World, and even a fragment the size of a fingernail was a treasure valued by guan.

More importantly, these materials bore no traces of the Jade-Unlocking Method—meaning, if one knew the art of jade cultivation, their quality could be further enhanced; and to possess so many such elite materials at once confirmed Feng Xue's identity once again.

After all, the Shenxiao Sect was the one that had urged the Emperor to launch the Flower and Stone Campaign—they naturally stored vast quantities of beautiful jade and rare stones.

While Feng Xue absorbed Yamata no Orochi's legacy and treated the wounded, Dalis, after flying for hours over the sea, finally saw the mainland of Zhongyuan.

"Hss… such a heavy demonic god signature—and it's everywhere along the coast… how did that guy manage to wipe out over a dozen coastal cities in just a week?" Dalis stared at the devastated coastline, stunned, even wondering if she'd come to the wrong place—but she avoided the most intense zones, detoured slightly, and landed in a quieter city.

Though she'd passed the civil service exam, she'd studied seriously in school and knew well that in places freshly ravaged by a Demon King, human vigilance would be extremely high—even with the field gear's cognitive blurring, strangers entering would trigger unnecessary suspicion, let alone with the Demon King still there; rushing in directly would risk exposure. Better to first gather intelligence from the periphery before deciding how to confront him.

"That guy's abilities are complex, but his actual strength isn't great—he lacks sufficient faith base in the New World. As long as he doesn't trap me, he should still be manageable."

Dalis muttered to herself for courage, then flew toward a city that appeared relatively prosperous.

"Technology level: early electrical age. This nation employs an Eastern cultivation system, possesses some awareness of divine arts, and has detected minor sects of the Yishen Sect."

Analyzing the data gathered by her gear, Dalis adjusted her equipment's appearance to resemble a wealthy noblewoman, then stepped onto the street to begin gathering information.

Due to the relatively small number of foreigners in Lüetong City, Dalis's striking blue-white hair drew high attention—but this was precisely her intention; attention from passersby, however slight, aided intelligence gathering more than anonymity.

"I've got little money, but since this is a world with a divine power system, pure divine energy should serve as hard currency, right?"

Dalis murmured inwardly, then approached a Daoist Priest who seemed to have some cultivation—but little.

Seeing the foreign woman suddenly block his path, the young Daoist Priest panicked momentarily—but remembering that all the seniors in Lüetong City were on wartime alert, he gathered his courage and asked:

"Madam, may I ask what you need?"

"Oh, I'm just traveling. I noticed your city has a very strong magical… uh, abnormal divine energy, so I wanted to ask a cultivator what's going on."

Though Dalis knew the spell to understand languages, she deliberately added an accent and activated the divine art on her field gear—this divine art produced almost no casting fluctuation and had a simple effect: it made the wearer more likable, or rather… more visually appealing—a diplomatic technique that, even if detected, would not offend.

Hearing her words, seeing she was a Westerner, and most importantly, finding her strikingly beautiful, the young Daoist Priest's heart fluttered slightly, and he immediately replied:

"All the fault of those Japanese! They harbored evil intentions and used dark rites to summon a demonic god's avatar. Fortunately, a high-level master in Hongdu detected the plot early, preventing their success—but even so, great trouble arose. Had the demonic god fully manifested, the coastal regions would have been bathed in blood!"

"Even with early intervention? I can't imagine how much debt I'd owe if they'd succeeded!" Dalis thought in relief, yet still asked:

"What did this demon—excuse me, the demonic god—look like? Any distinctive features? Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm somewhat familiar with global mythologies."

"I haven't entered the Dao yet—my master didn't let me join. I only heard it was a monster with many heads, supposedly aiming to transform into a dragon during the transition from Yi-Si to Jia-Chen!"

Hearing the young Daoist's answer, Dalis thought, "So it's you," and a doubt arose in her mind—

"The demonic god worshipped by the Japanese… so this is actually his native world? No wonder! Now it all makes sense—why he reached this world so quickly, and why he triggered massive chaos within a week!"

Dalis pondered, a sudden sense of urgency gripping her—if this were a foreign world, delaying a few days might be safe, but if it was his native world, after absorbing the experiences of other Demon Kings from the Exile Lands, what might he become?

(End of Chapter)