You want me to take out a loan to practice cultivation? I'll just pay off the debt physically.

In October of the 197th year of the Extraordinary Calendar, the vast and boundless realm of spirits presented an unprecedented scene of prosperity.

The temples of the pantheon are filled with celebratory hymns day and night, and the faces of the believers radiate heartfelt joy.

The root of all this lies with the elite members of the Red Heart Society who infiltrated the organization posing as masters.

The transformative storms they unleashed within various religious sects miraculously propelled the production efficiency of all kinds of extraordinary resources to unprecedented heights.

From the star core crystals buried deep within the earth's veins to the elemental rainbow bridges suspended in the sky, from the dragon blood elixir that tempers the body to the holy spring of wisdom that enlightens the soul, the production of all core resources has more than tripled under the optimization scheme provided by the Red Heart Society.

What's even more astonishing is that these masters' casually modified methods of faith cultivation can enhance one's cultivation speed based on one's faith in God.

[Even devout believers experience a several-fold increase in cultivation speed, not to mention fanatical believers.]

[The new combined divine magic formation they devised could even drastically reduce the energy consumption of the massive protective barrier surrounding the temple, while its defensive power increased exponentially.]

The extraordinary ecosystem of the entire spirit world was revitalized by these outsiders.

When all the True God sects collectively achieved a leap forward in core areas such as resource reserves, cultivation techniques, and divine arts inheritance, and their overall strength increased accordingly, an unexpected miracle occurred.

The million-year-long war for resources in the spirit realm, steeped in blood and hatred, was abruptly put on pause on the vast star map.

On the once tense border of the divine realm, patrolling demigods have sheathed their menacing longswords.

[A sworn enemy sect, capable of waging a war of annihilation over a single rich mineral belt, has unprecedentedly opened a trade route.]

Even the void pirates who roamed the starry sky, making a living by plundering, seemed to be infected by the abundant aura permeating the starry sea, and quietly withdrew their claws.

At its core, all conflicts and contradictions boil down to nothing more than self-interest.

The masters of the Red Heart Society are now using unfathomable methods to multiply the resources of the entire spirit world many times over, while the living forces consuming these resources have not expanded significantly.

This means that the share of resources available to each individual within it has been increased dramatically compared to ever before.

During this unprecedented period of abundant resources, an almost dreamlike peaceful atmosphere enveloped the starry sea.

Two mercenary groups that once fought fiercely over a small piece of Void Stone managed to apologize to each other and split the cargo equally after an accidental collision during transport.

A paladin, known for his strong sense of justice, encountered his severely wounded nemesis being besieged by void creatures. Instead of taking advantage of his predicament, he drew his sword and rescued him from danger.

[The vast spirit world, under the seemingly selfless efforts of these masters of the Pure Heart Society, miraculously ushered in a brief but genuine period of peace.]

Looking back, even when the gods were severely weakened by the fierce divine war and had to issue harsh divine decrees ordering a truce across the entire realm, the ancient wisdom of "where there's a will, there's a way" never failed.

The covert battles, small-scale conflicts, and backstabbing have never truly ceased.

Only at this moment, when scarcity, the root of all evil, is temporarily dispelled by abundance, is the deep-seated instinct for competition submerged by this overwhelming torrent of self-interest.

This is a rare and unparalleled spectacle, unprecedented in the long and war-torn history of the entire spirit world!

The gods, perched high in their respective magnificent divine kingdoms and seated on their immortal thrones, looked down upon the long-lost peaceful scene of the mortal realm through threads of faith.

The altar to the god of trade now houses treasures of ten times greater quality and quantity than ever before.

Even the God of Slaughter, who drew power from endless killing, was astonished to find that his most fanatical followers were beginning to favor gladiatorial contests in the arena rather than life-or-death battles on the battlefield.

A subtle, indescribable ripple spread quietly across the divine hearts of the gods, hearts that should have been as still as a deep well.

The ironclad law they once firmly believed in—that eternal warfare was the only way to sustain the expansion of their faith—was now subtly shaken by this prosperity, fostered by peace and far exceeding plunder.

Although everyone knows this is only temporary.

Once the public recovers and fully absorbs these resources, an even greater desire and greed will inevitably erupt.

But even a short period of peace is still peace!

Peace is something that deserves to be remembered, especially by ordinary people and those who achieve extraordinary things from humble beginnings.

In August of the year 200 of the Extraordinary Calendar, the long-dormant behemoth, the Red Heart Society, finally sounded the horn of its final attack.

The immense energy accumulated over many years erupted the moment the headquarters issued the order, unleashing three terrifying shockwaves that tore through the cosmos, shattering the fragile illusion of peace on the surface of the spirit realm.

[Aglius was the first to ignite the war!]

[This supreme lava lord, whose bloodline originates from the abyss, manifested his majestic true form in the frigid void, his massive demonic wings, forged with hellfire, suddenly unfurling.]

The power of authority, originating from the very source of the abyss, solidified into dark red chains, binding his mountain-like divine body as if they were living things.

He raised his head and roared into the endless darkness, unleashing a star-shattering roar that released the unrestrained and ferocious aura of his lava lord authority, like lighting a beacon announcing the end in a deathly silent universe.

[Following closely behind, ten demigods bearing the mark of the Hell Pact calmly stepped out of the magnificent gate of the Red Heart Society headquarters.]

With each step they took, they branded a massive six-pointed star array burning with purplish-black hellfire into the cold stardust.

Without hesitation or delay, the ten demigods simultaneously slit their wrists, their divine blood, imbued with the pure essence of hell, surging like a burst dam in the Styx into the core of the contract array beneath their feet. This was a blatant, forced sacrificial ritual, using themselves as the medium and the contract terms as the lever, launched against the very power of hell's origin!

However, the ultimate spectacle that truly made all the realms tremble and dimmed the starlight appeared outside the radiant boundary of the Spirit Realm.

[Wang Meng, his fighting spirit condensed into a dark battle robe; Zhou Mo, wielding a weapon imbued with the essence of rules and ink; Lin Xue, standing atop a matrix of soul laws spanning billions of miles; and the old headmaster behind him, a scene of moral instruction unfolding.]

The four strongest members of the Red Heart Society formed an indestructible rhombus-shaped core.

Surrounding them was a dense, endless array of demigods with immense power.

[Thousands of masters, clad in robes of various spirit realm sects, simultaneously ripped off their disguises. Against the backdrop of absolute emptiness, the crimson emblems they wore on their chests suddenly erupted with a light more dazzling than a supernova explosion.]

This was none other than the terrifying fruit of the Red Heart Society's decades-long, dedicated cultivation of the spirit world!

[Over 99% of the demigods with authority born from the various sects in the spirit realm during this period were actually carefully planted by the Red Heart Society.]

[As these thousands of powerful demigods simultaneously formed the ancient sacrificial hand seals, the transformation began to unfold within them, drawing upon fragments of authority originating from hundreds of different true gods of the spirit realm.]

The next moment, golden light shone brilliantly, transforming into hundreds of rays of light that pierced through the universe.

The very foundations of the rules upon which the entire spirit realm rests are beginning to crumble under the immense pressure.

The torrent of energy gathered by that pillar of light was so intense and pure that it could eclipse even the oldest stars!

This is the supposed result of the Spirit Realm's God-Making Project!

【Now! 】

【It's finally harvest time!】

At the same time, the will of the abyss and the will of hell sensed this and, guided by some unseen force, descended with a deafening roar.

Someone is sacrificing their authority!

Someone is stealing their primal power from the void!

How could I not attend such an important event?

This is the most blatant blasphemy and declaration of war against the Supreme Will!

But when their all-seeing gaze pierced through the raging energy turbulence and truly saw the madness unfolding below, even their unchanging core of will froze and trembled in shock.

What lay before them was a spectacle of thousands of demigods of the spirit realm, like the most devout and most fanatical martyrs, igniting the precious fragments of their authority within them as insignificant fuel into a raging inferno.

They are sacrificing themselves and their stolen power to some unknowable, supreme rule, in order to ascend to a higher level.

The golden torrent that converged was hundreds or even thousands of times larger and more powerful than the mere ten sacrificial pillars of light on the other side of Hell.

The Abyss's Will, which had initially been somewhat angry, suddenly calmed down upon seeing this starkly contrasting scene.

Not only was she not angry, she even found Agris, who had schemed against her, somewhat agreeable.

【good!】

[As expected of a lava demon born from the abyss, it truly knows how to cherish the great abyss.]

[The Abyss may not be as strong as the Spirit Realm, but thousands of demigods are fleecing them from the Spirit Realm. Haven't you seen how the Spirit Realm is trembling from all that fleecing?]

How long has the will of the spirit world been dormant?

Who could have imagined that an organization, while dormant, would pull off something so earth-shattering?

Look at this scene, wow!

And then there's Hell, which is far inferior to the Abyss!

Even so, there are ten demigods with the authority to sacrifice themselves in Hell.

Only on this side of the abyss is there one.

Compared to this, the Red Heart Society is practically giving the Abyss too much face!

[The Will of the Abyss is skeptical. If the Abyss weren't so renowned throughout the universe and one of the three great worlds, the Crimson Heart Society probably wouldn't have chosen it at all.]

[Sacrificing the authority of the abyss for this purpose is less accurate than saying that this was done to summon the will of the abyss to watch a show.]

This is quite a show!

[That was fucking thrilling!] (End of Chapter)