Yuanshi, the Flame Emperor, and the Celestial Thearch

Although he was supposedly performing a ritual, Zhang Chulan merely suspended the "God-Beating Whip" three inches above his head.

He set up an altar table and incense stand, then lit incense and candles. Aside from that, there were no offerings, talismans, registers, purification rites, or other ceremonies. Perhaps he had simplified everything for fear that someone who knew the trade would see through him.

Why say that?

Who wrapped themselves in the Golden Light Spell while invoking a god?

"Let the heavy fragrance resonate with heaven and earth; let this pure incense rise through the Heavenly Gate."

"With utmost sincerity, I surrender my life in reverence. One thought borne by faithful incense reaches worlds as countless as sand; I offer this incense smoke throughout the ten directions."

He abruptly rose. A bronze bell swayed, sending clear, melodious chimes echoing across the battlefield.

Once he finished reciting that nonsensical incantation, scraped from who knew which search engine, the golden light around Zhang Chulan abruptly expanded, whipping up the wind into a golden tornado.

"As a disciple of the Tianshi Mansion of Mount Longhu, I respectfully invite the Supreme Primordial Emperor of Jade Purity and Purple Void, the Most Exalted Lord of the Great Dao."

Meanwhile.

Watching the livestream from the Jade Void Palace, Meng Qi sat cross-legged in midair. He glanced at the names of the two streams: [The lightning at your spear tip is my eternal faith] and [Dies Irae].

Amid a symphony woven from natural disasters and thunder, the one-eyed god stood as though the final battle of Ragnarok had come again.

Beneath the reflection of the Divine Kingdom's tree, the Creator walked through the poisonous blood produced by an Apostle of the Stars, strolling leisurely toward the source of the corrosion. His feet never touched the ground, yet