Chapter 297

Yan Buji struggled to recall the heretical teachings he had heard in his mortal years, then said:

"I know who I once was, but that doesn't matter. The twilight sky has lost its light, the pure moonlight hidden among the stars. All beings of the earth look up to the stars; He has always been watching the earth. He has chosen me, meaning the road to redeem the earth and bless all beings is coming soon."

"We should gladly accept bodily hardship, gladly look forward to a beautiful future. All pain and torment are only for a better tomorrow, as you and I have seen—He has come......"

"He is right among us!"

Before Yan Buji could react, the star markings on his body suddenly burst forth with an unimaginable power!

The surrounding Netherworld Qi began to frenziedly gather, and a terrifying Netherworld Qi vortex actually appeared above the entire Dragon Scale Tribe!

"What's happening!"

"You... hurry up and stop!"

Several Golden Core Demons were shocked beyond belief.

This commotion... is even greater than when the chief cultivated!

Pusuoluo's pupils constricted, and he turned his head to look at the sky.

A wonderful rain of gathered Netherworld Qi fell into the Dragon Scale Tribe, moistening things silently.

"Hurry up and stop!"

A Golden Core Demon couldn't help himself; although he didn't know what good or bad this commotion brought, he simply couldn't watch a human run amok in their Dragon Scale Tribe.

Moreover... it still comes from an unknown god?

"Courting death—stop it for me!"

The Golden Core Demon suddenly attacked; Yan Buji's face stiffened, and he froze on the spot, daring not to move.

It wasn't that he didn't want to move; the star markings on his body commanded his actions—he now held his hands to the sky, his legs rooted like they had grown into the ground, unable to budge.

Seeing the opponent rush to kill, Yan Buji felt his left hand suddenly move downward, pointing at the foe.

Whoosh!

A beam of starlight violently pierced the Golden Core Demon's forehead!

In the blink of an eye, that Demon turned into a cluster of starlight and vanished!

Seeing this, Pusuoluo also couldn't help but stand up, glaring at Yan Buji: "Enough, stop!"

After feeling his body could move again, Yan Buji hastily cupped his fists and said: "He has come; please, everyone, do not do anything that would make Him feel His dignity is lost."

Otherwise I cannot guarantee that the Existence in the starry sky won't someday come down to cause you trouble.

Sigh.

After the strange ritual ended, Yan Buji guessed it was very likely that the Lord of the Starry Sky, to cooperate with his preaching, suddenly displayed great divine power.

"Chief, chief! Many demons in the tribe have advanced!"

"What?"

The demons present stared blankly; Pusuoluo widened his eyes and looked at Yan Buji.

"What does that mean?"

Was it just now that the Lord of the Starry Sky displayed a miracle, letting their people advance?

This is simply too unbelievable!

"It seems we need to have a good talk; leaders, do you have anything to say?"

"Ah... well, I think we really should have a good talk with this Lord of the Starry Sky's high priest."

"Yes, yes."

Seeing that a mere Foundation Establishment human killed a Golden Core leader of their rank with a single finger, what else could the other demons say?

Even Pusuoluo found this somewhat hard to believe; perhaps he was wary of the Lord of the Starry Sky and wanted to clarify Yan Buji's purpose in coming here as His high priest.

Yan Buji cupped his fists and said: "Thank you for your recognition; He has always been watching the beings of the Youming Jie."

The demons' faces twitched.

Pusuoluo took a deep breath and asked: "Then may I ask, what is the purpose of the divine envoy's coming here?"

"He conveyed the divine edict, wanting me to act as His representative, His high priest, to spread the existence of the Lord of the Starry Sky; and since you all now know, I can also leave."

Yan Buji turned and left, not daring to linger at all.

Yan Buji himself doesn't know much about this Lord of the Starry Sky; from the initial sacrifices to now, there has been no communication between them, only a vague preaching concept, so naturally Yan Buji doesn't need to do anything more.

As for developing followers, if these Pusuoluo chiefs are willing, he thinks it can be outsourced.

Furthermore, since it's unnecessary, Yan Buji certainly doesn't want to sacrifice again.

"Wait, since we know the Lord of the Starry Sky exists, may I ask, divine envoy, how should we communicate with Him?"

Indeed.

The pursuit of strength is an instinct etched into the bones of all living beings.

Yan Buji chuckled, made a copy of the Wugu Secret Scroll, and gave it to Pusuoluo: "Chief, this scroll writes down how to communicate with Him; whether to use it or not is up to you, Chief."

"And the divine envoy?"

"I still need to go to more places to announce His arrival." Yan Buji smiled mysteriously and left here.

As Yan Buji left, the demons looked at the scroll in Pusuoluo's hand, some hesitant but also eager.

After all, a heavy rain can let the tribe's demons advance—this is far faster than cultivation!

Even if there is some cost, compared to the current situation, what else could be unacceptable?

The Dragon Scale Tribe, though a medium‑large tribe within the Eastern Rakshasa clan, has only a single resource; now, because of certain events it has been strangled, and it cannot ask the royal camp for help, so the leader of the whole Dragon Scale Tribe, Po Salo, is also very anxious.

At that moment, a starry sky inexplicably appeared, and the High Priest of the Lord of the Starry Sky manifested a divine miracle, seeming like a decent choice.

"Chief, do you intend to sacrifice to that Lord of the Starry Sky?"

"Let untalented Rakshasa perform the sacrifice and, at the same time, establish…the Starry Sky Cult, dedicated to worshipping that Lord of the Starry Sky; on the other side, talented Rakshasa should be concentrated for cultivation, making preparations on both fronts," Po Salo said calmly.

This compromise gained the approval of most Rakshasa present, but some clever Rakshasa still thought it might bring potential danger.

"Chief, setting aside that Divine Envoy, the very Existence of the Lord of the Starry Sky—whether true or false—is still unknown. If it's false, that's fine; but if it's true… should its worship take root and grow within the tribe, becoming ever stronger, then we and you…"

Po Suo Luo shook his head: "Truth or falsehood doesn't matter; strength does."

"As long as the Dragon Scale Division can continue, following me or following the Lord of the Starry Sky is the same."

That is Po Suo Luo's greatest wish: for the tribe, everything can be compromised.

Po Suo Luo gave a faint smile: "The Lord of the Starry Sky has not yet issued a divine decree; doesn't that mean the sect's rules are still decided by us?"

The surrounding Rakshasas were startled, then exclaimed, "Oh, esteemed Sir, how wise!"

"It still has to be the Chief, huh? So there is such a tactic."

Po Suo Luo smiled faintly, yet still felt a bit uneasy.

From the recent divine phenomenon and that Divine Envoy's attitude, although they appear completely uninterested in intervening in the development of believers or sacrificial rites, showing no desire or demand, that is precisely the greatest greed.

Because they have no idea what the Lord of the Starry Sky actually wants.

And once you accept the other's blessing, the price you must pay will inevitably be beyond your imagination.