In spectacularly high-profile fashion, Ye Fan destroyed several gods of the Western Church and earned himself the title of Tractor War God.
"Master, the name Tractor War God has spread across the globe! It might even eclipse your title of Heavenly Emperor someday."
The young Daoist Zhang Qingyang scrolled through his phone, cheering smugly. He was the one who had coined the title Tractor War God for Ye Fan.
Ye Fan was speechless at this ridiculous young Daoist, but he did not particularly care. Tractor War God it was, then!
"Qingyang, check which items in the Church are Ancestral Artifacts from the Central Land. We need to take them home."
"No problem, Master."
The two swaggered into the Church's collection room as though they recognized neither kith nor kin, recovering many ancient Ancestral Artifacts from the Central Land.
Seeing the immense power of faith within the Church's space, Ye Fan drew it straight into his body and converted it into karmic fire, burning himself to forge an immortal body.
When all that power of faith was drained away at once, the believers were dumbfounded and cried out in despair.
"Our faith was beautiful. Now our god is dead, and our faith is gone. Where do we go from here?" The believers stood like wooden chickens, as though they had lost their purpose in life.
"Yes! Your faith in God brought comfort to your souls. That was indeed beautiful."
"But your god sent experts to the Central Land to assassinate me. That is what the god you worship did."
"My targets were the divine race from the Outer Regions, and I came to reclaim our Central Land's Ancestral Artifacts. Still, your god passed teachings down to you and guided your cultivation. That, at least, was one thing done right."
"People must