That was right—Qin Fen had not used the ID Dong Re in a long time. But even though he rarely used it, his legends were everywhere throughout the Three Thousand Worlds, including the Great Thousand Worlds.
This world had no gods, or rather, no true native gods. Those from the island nation in the past had merely been creations drawn by the Magic Brush, so they did not count. In the beginning, Hongjun had not sensed wrongly through the Heavenly Dao Laws. This was a world of probabilities.
But he should never have acted so suddenly. So many worlds were proceeding simultaneously, and while Hongjun had been busy checking elsewhere, he had failed to notice it in time. Ever since he had been demoted to administrator, many of Hongjun's methods could no longer be used. At the very least, he could not monitor Qin Fen.
So when evil ghosts appeared in Luzon, Bazan naturally sought help from the island nation where divine miracles had appeared. Mitsui was righteous and eager to help, a man who had sworn to carry the green-hat cause through to the end. He immediately extended a helping hand and called for Chef Qin. With that call, this world gained a true god. Dongwang Gong—no, it should be Dong Re.
With a god, the laws naturally changed. By sheer bad luck, Hongjun had just returned from Egypt and sensed the fluctuations of WeChat. There was a god here, so Hongjun quietly left, waving his hand without taking away a single cloud. Since this world had a god, it definitely was not what he had been searching for.
Qin Fen appeared right after Hongjun left. Who knew whether Hongjun would vomit blood by the gallon once he learned the truth?
Watching the changes in the sky, Mitsui was