Chapter 34: The

The Dark God cursed with filthy language.

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Character Jia, Universe No. 2.

Xiang Xuanqing assigned the [Divine Cache God] a Mountain of Knives Hell.

Even if the [Divine Cache God]’s residual consciousness possessed only instinct and no intellect, it appeared far less threatening than the [Dark God].

Xiang Xuanqing did not lower his guard for a moment.

After all, the opponent had once endured the Young Pan Gu’s state!

Even if He most likely achieved this feat through the nature of the [Divine Cache] Dao Fruit, He still demanded cautious handling.

To show due seriousness, Xiang Xuanqing specially placed nine projections of the Niche Mirrors deep within this universe.

Specifically to pinpoint the residual consciousness of the Chaos God.

In case the opponent “hid” again.

After reinforcing the seals of all containment sites, Xiang Xuanqing exited Tai Sha Tian Gong.

There remained one massive God head awaiting him.

Such prime alchemical material, Xiang Xuanqing would never miss.

He carried the God head straight toward Zhou Jue Tian Gong.

“Little Yuan, we’ve got work!”

With a thunderous crash, the mountain-sized head slammed before the Hun Yuan Ding.

“My lord, you’re serious?”

The Hun Yuan Ding was startled—could this tiny body of its own withstand such a thing?

Xiang Xuanqing said: “Relax, relax—I’ve already dealt with the most troublesome remnants of Pan Gu’s Dao.”

“Now it’s just half a head.”

With Xiang Xuanqing’s assurance, the Hun Yuan Ding replied: “Refine!”

“Not refining would be a waste!”

“My lord, what are you refining this time? I guarantee your satisfaction!”

Xiang Xuanqing said: “This time I need to refine many things, including new sealing artifacts, so I must personally oversee it.”

What?

My lord is personally refining treasures?

That means I’ll get to stay with my lord for a long time!

The Hun Yuan Ding rejoiced.

It shook its body and voluntarily split into thirty-six parts.

Thirty-six great cauldrons lined the Tian Gong, chanting in unison to Xiang Xuanqing: “My lord, please!”

Xiang Xuanqing laughed aloud.

He pushed aside his Dao crown and manifested thirty-six bodily forms.

“Each refine your own share—maximize the use of this God head!”

Xiang Xuanqing bowed to his Dao forms.

“Your words are most correct.”

The Dao forms immediately acted, taking the materials they needed from the God head.

Some took hair, some pulled teeth, some cut the tongue, some excavated the spirit platform…

After these operations, the thirty-six deities gathered celestial treasures and divine materials from the countless worlds of Luo Feng Shan.

Divine materials entered the cauldrons; divine flames ignited.

The Dao was profound, each creating its own transformation.

Inside Tai Sha Tian Gong, the [Divine Cache God]’s residual consciousness wept, clutching its head.

“My eyes!”

“My tongue!”

“My hair!”

Trapped in the Mountain of Knives Hell, it wept endlessly, repeatedly slaughtered.

No one knew how long it lasted.

Finally, it stopped crying.

Because it sensed its own teeth approaching.

But in a way its limited intellect could not comprehend!

“Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Blades—strengthen the Mountain of Knives Hell!”

The first set of divine artifacts was completed.

Xiang Xuanqing refined part of the Chaos God’s teeth into a set of heavenly blades—thirty-six in total.

He used them to reinforce the Mountain of Knives Hell, suppressing the [Divine Cache God]’s residual consciousness.

The [Dark God] in Character Jia, Universe No. 1 witnessed this and drew a sharp breath.

“Pulling a God’s teeth to suppress a God—is this even something a mortal could do?”

But soon, it was His turn.

“Three Thousand Law Chains—strengthen Tai Sha Tian Gong!”

The Law Chains, forged from the God’s hair, writhed like soaring dragons and divine serpents, weaving through the myriad heavens.

Feeling Character Jia, Universe No. 1 continuously strengthened, [Jie] grimaced: “This is it—the Oil Pot Hell must undergo its ninety-second iteration!”

“Strengthen the Tongue-Pulling Hell, Skin-Flaying Hell, Stone Mill Hell, Blood Pool Hell!!”

One by one, divine artifacts forged from the God’s remains flew into Tai Sha Tian Gong, becoming supreme sealing artifacts to reinforce its bindings.

“Holy shit, the warden’s serious!”

“Chaos God’s bone and blood?! Great Pan Gu, thank you, Warden, for taking such care of me!”

“Done for, truly done for—I won’t survive another million years in this Stone Mill Hell!”

“Ahh!! Warden, have mercy, let me out!”

“Warden, I should’ve brought a Dao friend to trap you in the Northern Sea back then!”

In countless worlds, the contained entities screamed and cursed.

“Damned Chaos God, just die already—why did you fall into his hands?”

“Now we’re truly suffering!”

Meng Huai, the God of Qiao Ming Shan, was now deeply agitated. He had barely any spiritual light left—how could he withstand such wear?

He didn’t want to die.

“Friends, we can’t wait any longer!”

“Become ghosts! We must become ghosts!”

Meng Huai cried out: “The only path to survival is to enter the Underworld!”

“Everyone, push harder!”

“Whether good ghosts, evil ghosts, poor ghosts… we must all succeed.”

The contained entities, driven by the will to survive, responded eagerly.

“Dao friend speaks wisely!”

“The Warden grows stronger by the day; our hope grows ever dimmer.”

“Today he refines treasures from God remains to suppress us—tomorrow he finds the Three Treasures of Creation, and we’re truly finished!”

Meng Huai seemed resolute.

He said: “I propose we form an alliance—put aside our disputes and seek survival together!”

“Agreed!”

A God trapped in the Stone Mill Hell responded: “Since we’ve chosen to become ghosts, let’s form an organization!”

“This organization… let’s call it… call it…”

Meng Huai added: “Call it the Youmingsheng Sect!”

“That name is perfect.”

The God in the Blood Pool Hell clapped in delight.

“I nominate Dao friend Meng Huai as our Youmingsheng Sect’s Jiaozhu.”

“No, no!”

Hearing this, Meng Huai panicked, nearly committing suicide in the Fire Sea Hell.

“With the Warden here, how could I dare call myself Youming Jiaozhu?”

“The Jiaozhu must be the Warden!”

“Yes, yes!”

The God in the Blood Pool Hell suddenly realized: “Only the Warden can be the Jiaozhu!”

The God in the Stone Mill Hell corrected: “Since we’ve recognized the Jiaozhu, stop calling him ‘Warden.’”

“This is correct.”

Responses echoed across countless worlds.

Meng Huai now said: “From now on, all who become ghosts shall pledge allegiance under the Jiaozhu’s banner.”

"Fellow cultivators, do you still remember the scriptures our Lord once taught?"

"Of course we remember!" declared the spirit from the Blood Pool Hell with solemn righteousness.

"The 'Fengdu Statutes,' written with thirteen thousand six hundred and fifty primordial Dao characters!"

"Each character is a pearl, revealing the ultimate truths of heaven and earth—I have long memorized them by heart!"

Meng Huai rejoiced: "Fellow cultivator, you are truly gifted by heaven."

"Since you understand our Lord’s legacy so thoroughly, why not become our Youming Sheng Sect’s Grand Elder?"

"I cannot accept! I cannot accept!"

The spirit of the Blood Pool Hell was Fu Zhu, the god of Ao’an Mountain.

At this moment, Meng Huai nominated him as Grand Elder, and the contained entities all voiced their support.

Yet he refused outright: "At most, I shall temporarily serve as the Youming Sheng Sect’s eldest disciple."

"Perfect! Perfect!"

Blessings poured in from all worlds: "Greetings, Senior Brother!"

Fu Zhu, the god of Ao’an Mountain, said: "Meng Huai, fellow cultivator, is also extraordinarily talented—he is an elder of Taisha Tian Gong."

"Since I am temporarily serving as the Youming Sect’s eldest disciple, the second disciple must be none other than Meng Huai!"

The contained entities readily agreed, nominating Meng Huai as Second Senior Brother.

Meng Huai humbly accepted.

He said: "Now that we have established our sect, we should all strive together to uphold our Lord’s 'Fengdu Statutes.'"

"Let us study together. First, Senior Brother Fu Zhu will expound upon these thirteen thousand six hundred and fifty primordial Dao characters."

"Then I will summarize—I guarantee I will at least decipher one hundred and eight thousand post-heavenly Dao characters for everyone to learn!"

Upon hearing this, all the spirits of the myriad worlds rejoiced:

"Senior Brother is benevolent and righteous; Second Senior Brother is righteous and benevolent."

Fu Zhu and Meng Huai both solemnly said:

"This is all due to our Lord’s great virtue!"

"How could we dare to claim the titles of benevolence and righteousness for ourselves?"

Inside Zhuo Jue Tian Gong.

As each divine artifact and spiritual treasure was forged to reinforce the Hell’s seals, Xiang Xuanqing’s expression grew increasingly peculiar.

His gaze turned toward Taisha Tian Gong, listening to the alternating cries of anguish and praise rising from within.

Xiang Xuanqing was puzzled.

What is wrong with these creatures?

The stronger I seal them, the more melodiously you chant, is that it?

When a group of contained entities began establishing their own Youming Sheng Sect and nominating him as Lord, Xiang Xuanqing could only laugh and cry in disbelief.

"What in the world is going on!"

Xiang Xuanqing ignored them and continued forging treasures.

Yet when the self-proclaimed disciples of the Youming Sheng Sect began organizing their own internal hierarchy, refining their sacred doctrines, sharing and expounding the 'Fengdu Statutes,' and even cultivating themselves...

Xiang Xuanqing could no longer sit still.

For he felt an unfathomable aura of destiny strengthening upon himself!

Note 1: On Ao’an Mountain... there is a beast resembling a white deer with four antlers, named Fu Zhu; its appearance foretells great floods in the land.

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