Don't Trust the Lines on Your Palm, Trust the Strength of a Clenched Fist!

Only after Li Xiao left did Demon Mountain's gaze reveal a trace of inscrutable meaning.

"Meng Chuan is trapped within the cage of the human world. He has nowhere to run, and submitting to the cosmos is his destined fate... There is no need to rush."

As an eighth-rank god-level existence, Demon Mountain had lived through untold ages. Every decision he made was naturally far-reaching and carefully considered, not the "consideration for subordinates" Li Xiao had imagined.

"But Li Xiao is different. He has operated on the Demonic Path for many years and is the finest Demonic Path leader in the entire human world.

"Gathering divine thoughts, toying with faith, plotting riots, and the like—none are more proficient than he is. Such experience, such talent, cannot be squandered lightly."

"Because the most urgent matter at present..." Demon Mountain's deep voice melted into the darkness, "is to let my true body, as well as the God Lord's split soul, step out of the dimensional rift as soon as possible. Then the overall situation on Blue Star will be decided."

The day his true body descended upon the human world would be the day Blue Star belonged to Purgatory.

Throughout this process, the most crucial matter was gathering spiritual power. Thus, developing the Purgatory Cult was the highest priority now.

In the human world, it was not only Purgatory; other forces from planets across the cosmos had long since quietly put down roots.

The secret organization that worshipped the [Mother of Stars] operated in countries such as Sand Egypt, gathering the power of faith through infiltration by dreams.

Then there were the augmenters of the western [Mechanical Divine Kingdom], secretly implanting viral technology to control humanity's thought networks.

There was also the [Ancestral Dragon], which regarded Great Chu as its main base