Tathagata spat out a mouthful of water. Even something as earth-shattering as Ksitigarbha and Guanyin becoming Buddhas had not made the top ten. He followed the rankings all the way down and seemed unable to find anyone else's name—it was all fucking Qin Fen. Only beyond twentieth place did he finally see his own disciples.
Lord Lao was speechless. Zhen Yuanzi was speechless. Monkey's jaw dropped. Mid-level immortals who mingled in the Heavenly Court, such as Matchmaker Yue and the Eight Immortals, had already guessed as much, but seeing the Merit Stele's records still shocked them. Dongwang Gong had indeed gone completely insane this past year, so such achievements were not surprising. But doing so many things was not the frightening part. The frightening part was that every single one of them had been a major event.
In a single year, Qin Fen had done more—and greater—things than the entire Heavenly Court had in centuries. Even their combined merits over thousands of years could not compare to Heavenly Dao's assessment of Qin Fen alone. Was he even human?
"One, two, three... forty-five, forty-six!" An immortal counted idly. Every time he called out a number, the eyelids of those around him twitched involuntarily.
"So, so many!" Even the Barefoot Immortal had not expected it. He watched the Merit Stele turn page after page, and only after several screens had passed did he finally see other names begin to appear.
Yet even then, no one felt relieved. On the contrary, seeing how far down the list they were only made them more certain of Heavenly Dao's evaluation of Big Chef: his achievements would endure for a thousand ages!
That evaluation was incredibly high—high enough to make the Imperial Lords present want to vomit blood. Even the Jade Emperor had never achieved such