Zhu Houzhao, a Believer, Performs the Rite of Heaven to Welcome My Descent!

Great Ming, Xuanfu.

Inside the imperial lodge, Zhu Houzhao abruptly sat up from his bed, exiting the Chat Group.

His face was flushed with a sickly red, a sign of extreme excitement.

"Someone! Someone!"

He shouted towards the door.

A pale-faced, beardless eunuch with light footsteps trotted in and knelt on the ground.

"Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

It was none other than Zhang Yong, one of the Eight Tigers of the Directorate of Ceremonial.

"Zhang Yong!"

Zhu Houzhao pointed to an open space next to his bedroom.

"Immediately build a temple for me there!"

Zhang Yong was stunned, and raised his head. "Your Majesty, build a temple? This... building a temple inside the imperial lodge might not be in accordance with the rules."

"Enough nonsense!"

Zhu Houzhao kicked him.

"If I say it's in accordance with the rules, then it's in accordance with the rules! The temple's name will be 'God of Gods Temple'!"

"Use the fastest speed and the best craftsmen. I want to see it built before dark!"

Zhang Yong, kicked, didn't dare to cry out in pain, and quickly scrambled to his feet.

"Yes, yes, this servant obeys the decree, this servant will go and do it."

He grumbled inwardly, What madness has His Majesty fallen into now?

A few days ago, :he became obsessed with building a leopard enclosure, and today :he wants to build a temple next to :his bedroom, and even give it such a strange name.

But having served Zhu Houzhao for many years, :he was long accustomed to this master's wild ideas.

As long as His Majesty was happy.

Zhang Yong scurried out and immediately gathered people.

With the emperor's order, the entire Xuanfu imperial lodge sprang into action.

Countless craftsmen were urgently mobilized, and the best wood, stone, and glazed tiles were continuously transported to that small open space.

Zhu Houzhao stood by the window, watching the bustling scene outside, his fists clenched tightly.

"God of Gods..."

:He murmured to himself.

"You better not be a liar."

"My life and fortune are all riding on you!"

"Zhu Wushi, your good days are over!"

Dragon Guard Manor, Xuanfu branch.

A secret agent knelt on the ground, reporting the movements inside the imperial lodge to Zhu Wushi.

"Build a temple? The temple's name is 'God of Gods'?"

Zhu Wushi held a teacup, his movement paused in mid-air.

:He then chuckled and gently placed the teacup down.

"I thought :he was just being playful and mischievous, but I didn't expect :him to be so absurd."

"Believing in gods, praying for ethereal power, truly a hopeless case."

Zhu Wushi's tone was full of disdain and contempt.

In :his view, this nephew-emperor was completely useless.

This was actually a good thing.

The more absurd an emperor was, the more :he, Zhu Wushi, would be highlighted as wise and divine.

The hearts of the people and the officials would naturally turn to :his side.

"Keep watching, no need to pay attention."

Zhu Wushi waved :his hand.

"This Marquis's plan remains unchanged. First, eliminate the eunuch Cao Zhengchun, then cleanse the emperor's inner circle."

:He had already planned :his path to the throne, step by step.

As for that nephew building a temple next to :his bedroom, :he was just an insignificant stepping stone on :his path to success.

Inside the Investiture of the Gods Space.

Shen Zhaochi's True Spirit sat cross-legged in the void, quietly awaiting the completion of the first temple.

He could feel a faint but pure power of faith brewing beyond the distant spacetime.

The waiting process was a bit boring.

Shen Zhaochi sank his mind deeper into the Investiture of the Gods.

He discovered a peculiar phenomenon.

This Investiture of the Gods Space was not completely closed off.

On one of the barriers of the space, there was an extremely small connection point leading to a vast treasury.

The treasury was filled with myriad rays of light and auspicious colors, with countless natural treasures piled up like mountains, and rich spiritual energy.

Venerable Yuanshi's Jade Void Palace treasury!

Shen Zhaochi instantly understood.

The Investiture of the Gods was originally Venerable Yuanshi's possession, so it was normal for such a secret connection to exist.

He tried to send a wisp of his divine thought over.

The treasury was guarded by powerful restrictions, but it seemed to be defenseless against the aura of the same origin as the Investiture of the Gods.

His divine thought was like a small hand, gently scooping in the treasury.

A clod of mud the size of a fist, emitting an earthy yellow halo, was "fished" out by him.

Nine Heavens Soil!

Shen Zhaochi was overjoyed.

This was the legendary divine soil that could grow infinitely. Nuwa used this to create humans.

Although it was only a small piece, it was priceless.

"Old Man Yuanshi is really rich."

He muttered.

"When there are more believers in the future, I'll have to give some rewards. I'll just take it from you."

"Anyway, you have a big family and a big business, so you won't miss this little bit."

He accepted the Nine Heavens Soil with peace of mind, preparing to use it as a congratulatory gift for the opening of the first "regional agent."

After doing all this, his mind couldn't help but drift to another place.

East Sea, Three Immortals Island.

He wondered how his three masters were doing now.

"System, when can I leave the Investiture of the Gods and reshape my physical body?"

[Host needs to raise cultivation to the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm, and then use massive Power of Incense and Faith as materials to condense a "Divine Incense Body."]

[The Divine Incense Body is not within the five elements, does not touch karma, and is immune to all laws. It is the best carrier for divine cultivators to walk in the primordial world.]

Primordial Unity Golden Immortal...

Shen Zhaochi clenched his fist.

It seemed that the plan to develop believers and collect incense must be accelerated.

Above the East Sea, Three Immortals Island.

The immortal blessed land, which used to be surrounded by immortal energy and where hundreds of birds sang, was now a dead silence.

Fairy Yunxiao sat on the edge of a cliff, looking at the churning sea of clouds, motionless, and had maintained this posture for several days.

Her aura was chaotic, and her originally clear and dust-free Dao heart was covered with a thick haze.

"It's all my fault... it's all my fault..."

She muttered to herself.

"If I hadn't forced him to retreat, how could he have forcibly broken through, leading to his death..."

"Zhao Chi..."

A golden light landed on the island, revealing Zhao Gongming's figure.

He looked at his sister like this, and his heart was twisted.

"Sister, this is not your fault."

"Zhao Chi, that child, has his own destiny. If you continue like this, he will not be at peace in the afterlife."

Yun Xiao turned a deaf ear, as if she hadn't heard.

Qiong Xiao and Bi Xiao stood not far away, their eyes also red, but they did not dare to step forward.

Zhao Gongming sighed, a burst of anger had nowhere to vent in his chest.

His nephew was talented, intelligent, sensible and filial, how could he just be gone like this!

"Humph!"

Zhao Gongming abruptly flung his sleeves.

"I heard those bald donkeys from Western Teachings have been hanging around the East Sea lately. Perfect, I'm in a bad mood, I'll go have a word with them!"

Before he finished speaking, he transformed into a streak of light, heading west in a fit of rage.

Great Ming, Xuanfu.

A mere three hours.

With thousands of artisans working tirelessly at any cost, a small but meticulously crafted temple was erected on the open ground of the imperial palace.

The entire temple was built from the finest golden sandalwood, with glazed tiles adorning the roof, shimmering with golden light in the setting sun.

The interior of the temple was empty, save for a prayer mat and a vacant altar.

Zhang Yong watched from the side, his heart pounding. This wasn't building a temple; it was burning silver.

Zhu Houzhao paid no heed. He dismissed everyone else and entered the temple alone.

He straightened his clothes, walked to the prayer mat, and knelt solemnly.

He closed his eyes and began to devoutly recite the name of that God.

"God of Gods..."

"God of Gods..."

"Your believer, Zhu Houzhao, awaits your presence..."

Once, twice, three times.

Just as he reached the ninth recitation, a sudden and drastic change occurred in the heavens and earth!

The clear sky darkened without warning.

The entire city of Xuanfu was instantly plunged into panic.

Then, a beam of golden light, dazzling to the extreme, tore through the dark sky, projecting precisely onto the small temple!

An indescribable pressure descended with a thunderous crash!

Within Xuanfu, from common peddlers to high-ranking officials, all living beings were forced to their knees by an irresistible force, their bodies trembling, unable to even lift their heads.

Inside the Dragon Guard Manor.

Zhu Wushi was about to have his meal when the divine might descended. His entire power circulated on its own to resist, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

With a "thump," this self-proclaimed hero, his knees weakened, knelt on the ground in a disheveled state.

The ivory chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground.

He struggled to lift his head, looking through the window at the sky, his entire being struck by lightning, standing there dumbfounded.

Within the golden light that pierced the heavens and earth, a colossal face was slowly coalescing.

The face was blurred, its features indistinguishable, but even just the outline emitted an supreme divine aura that overlooked the ages and controlled the heavens.

This is God?

Zhu Wushi's heart almost stopped beating.

Within the temple, Zhu Houzhao felt not pressure, but a warm, spring breeze and a closeness that originated from the depths of his soul.

He trembled with excitement, looking at the coalescing divine radiance above the altar, emitting a soft golden light. He knew he had bet right!

He heavily kowtowed to the ground.

"Your believer, Zhu Houzhao, performs the rite of offering to the heavens, respectfully welcoming the descent of my God!"

His voice was tearful, yet filled with unprecedented joy and hope.

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