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

If we were to name the most bewildered and confused among all the gods of the spirit realm, it would undoubtedly be the God of Flames.

His majestic divine body, constructed of eternal lava and undying divine fire, was now trembling violently and uncontrollably, with excruciating, tearing pain emanating from the depths of his divine core.

He never imagined he would end up like this.

【Do not! 】

[I can't blame myself like that; who could have predicted something like this would happen?]

[These people are incredibly audacious; they actually want to hollow out the spirit realm?]

[Not only the spirit realm, but even the abyss is among its targets for plunder.]

Oh my god!

[The master who modified the techniques of the Flame Goddess, whom I had cleverly seized from the Goddess of Night and cherished as a treasure, turned out to be a super bomb buried so deep and with such terrifying power.]

[A colossal threat capable of utterly destroying His million-year-old empire!]

If time could be reversed, He would rather cut off his own arm than set foot in the Dark Night Cult, and He would never have been blinded by the bait that could increase the cultivation efficiency of believers by 30%!

Damn it!!

Regret was eroding the reason of the God of Flames.

[Back then, under the cold, icy scales of justice, a contract had clearly been made.]

【why? 】

Why, even under the absolute rationality and divine suppression, did He still succumb to primal greed for such petty gains?

[For the sake of a mere master, he personally tore up a life-saving agreement, luring a deadly serpent into the core of his divine kingdom.]

He seemed to see his former arrogant self, grinning maliciously as he poured buckets of molten lava onto the throne of God today.

【well! 】

If only I hadn't been blinded by greed and hadn't forcibly taken away that source of trouble.

How could those hundreds of masters who were subsequently attracted by the Flame Cult's generous offers have taken root and become like a persistent, malignant infection?

How did I end up in this desperate situation, simultaneously targeted by over two hundred sacrificial beams, my divine foundation melting away like snow under the scorching sun?

Now, He could even clearly hear the teeth-grinding cracking sound emanating from the depths of His divinity!

In stark contrast to the God of Flames's infernal despair, a desolation akin to being in purgatory, lay the Goddess of Night, huddled in a twisted shadow at the edge of the battlefield.

[This goddess, who had once grieved deeply for losing countless masters, now, shrouded in shadow, couldn't help but let a neurotic, relieved smile, a smile born of relief after surviving a catastrophe, creep onto her lips.]

Even now, thinking back on it, He still feels lingering fear.

[That's right, the Dark Night Cult was indeed a major source of Masters leaving back then.]

Those masters, having just begun to make their mark within the Church of the Dark, were like the most dazzling pearls in the night, attracting countless greedy gazes.

[Over the years, the God of War has forcibly borrowed things under the guise of exchange and sparring, while the Goddess of Wisdom has tempted people with rubbings of lost ancient books in exchange. Some, like the God of Flame, have even gone so far as to directly break off all pretense of civility.]

During the time when He was weakened by the loss of His authority and powerless to protect His people, His so-called colleagues used every means of coercion, bribery, and cunning to seize and plunder, like vultures devouring carrion, until His elite masters were completely devoured.

At that time, He felt only the coldness of the world and the wickedness of God's heart, filled with anger and a sense of powerlessness at being bullied.

However, now!

【now!】

Looking at the pillars of sacrificial light in the void, frantically drawing upon the essence of the spirit realm's authority, He felt that there were still more good people than bad in the world.

Among the numerous sacrificial pillars of light, the mere ten belonging to the Dark Night element were utterly insignificant compared to the staggering two hundred or so pillars of light from the God of Flames.

Compared to the past, the Goddess of the Night felt a chilling, overwhelming joy instantly engulf her.

【Lucky!】

[He is a deity blessed with supreme fortune!]

For Him, this was originally a doomed situation with no chance of survival!

[It was those greedy, opportunistic colleagues who, through their plundering hands, revived Him.]

He couldn't even imagine what would have happened if those gods hadn't relentlessly poached them, allowing those hundreds of masters to remain within the Dark Night Cult.

[At this moment, the number of sacrificial pillars pointing towards the source of His dark authority is probably more than ten times!]

That would be true annihilation, leaving not even a trace of divinity.

For a moment, He was somewhat dazed, and couldn't help but use His divine sense to scan the dark origin of His authority within Himself again and again.

Could it be that I possess a divine trait of luck that I myself am unaware of?

Or perhaps, a hidden branch of the Dark Authority has some inexplicable connection with the elusive rule of luck?

Although reason told Him that the idea was utterly absurd, the ecstasy of surviving a catastrophe made Him prefer to believe it was true!

At this very moment, regardless of the turbulent emotions churning within the hearts of the spirit gods, under the oppressive force of the spirit realm's will, filled with endless pain and rage, they were all forced to gather in this turbulent void.

They descended here, launching futile attacks and observations against the sacrificial pillars of light, which were firmly protected by the golden light of the supreme rules.

The voice of the spirit realm's will, as powerful as the simultaneous tremors of billions of worlds, resounded deep within the souls of the gods, promising a great reward.

[Anyone who can offer an effective strategy to help me stop these blasphemous sacrifices will be granted a fragment of core authority, increasing their origin, upon completion.] [This bounty, enough to drive minor and medium-sized pantheons mad, has indeed ignited the fire of greed in the eyes of many true gods, who are racking their brains to break through the protection of the supreme rules.]

However, there were many more true gods, and their fierce attacks gradually slowed down.

Their eyes, gleaming with wisdom and inquiry, pierced through the destructive energy turbulence, locking onto the Red Heart Society members who were sacrificing themselves.

[Especially the Star Demon God and the Heart Demon God who later brazenly sacrificed themselves!]

The more they looked, the more their horror and doubt churned within them.

This method of achieving godhood is simply unheard of!

[A revolutionary development!]

[A mere demigod with authority, burning the incomplete fragments of authority within his body as fuel, can actually summon such a vast and supreme rule, directly challenging the true god level?]

When did becoming a god become so easy?

This is utterly a mockery of their arduous and painstaking path to godhood.

What made them even more breathless was the golden light of supreme rule protecting them, a light that could easily withstand even a wrathful attack from the spirit realm's will.

Is there really such a good thing in the world?

[Can one enjoy invincible invulnerability during the process of becoming a god?]

This treatment is outrageous!

As their observations deepened, the initial surprise in the eyes of some ancient, knowledgeable deities, such as the goddess of wisdom and the weaver of fate, gradually transformed into a profound astonishment at having grasped a part of the truth.

They keenly sensed that the old abyssal star authority on the Star Demon God had been completely burned away, but from it a new, purer, and unfamiliar power had been reborn, seemingly directly connected to the origin of the universe and stars.

The same is true of the Inner Demon God; its unpredictable mental fluctuations no longer rely on the chaotic soil of the abyss, but have become more profound and freer.

This is not the traditional path to a true God with authority!

[It's even completely different from religious faith!]

[The third type!]

Is there really a third path to godhood in this world?

This earth-shattering thought, like the most violent thunderclap, exploded in the sea of ​​consciousness of the gods.

This third type, although they don't yet understand it.

[Judging from the current situation, it seems pretty good!]

Otherwise, why would these two top-tier demon gods, the Heart Demon God and the Star Demon God, abandon their perfectly good positions as true gods and directly burn their powers for a gamble?

In that instant, various thoughts flashed through the minds of the gods.

[And when their gazes swept across the figures in the void—the newly emerged gods of the Red Heart Society who had just completed their sacrifices, their auras rising at an alarming rate, faintly radiating a pressure that even veteran true gods would take notice of—they were truly awe-inspiring.]

[When they saw that the Red Heart Society had single-handedly unleashed a terrifying storm that swept across the wills of three great worlds, yet still steadfastly pressed forward with their plan amidst the chaos.]

[A near-mad idea spread like wildfire in the minds of more and more true gods.]

[As long as the Red Heart Society can truly withstand the wrath of the Three Realms' will this time, and as long as these true gods who have achieved enlightenment through the new path demonstrate terrifying combat power in the upcoming battles that matches or even surpasses that of traditional true gods.]

"Then they too will begin to emulate the Star Demon God and the Heart Demon God."

[Amidst the widespread devastation in the Spirit Realm, with the Abyss preoccupied and Hell looming large, the Spirit Realm was not entirely inactive.]

The God of War, wielding the power of war and strategy, pierces the chaotic battlefield with his cold, rational will, directly connecting to the core of the spiritual will, slightly manic due to intense pain and rage.

[A great will!]

The God of War's will was like the sharpest icicle, aimed straight at the core.

Since the depletion of the spirit realm's fundamental authority is a foregone conclusion, and forcibly reversing the sacrifice is impossible, a way to break this deadlock must be found.

Anger and pointless self-destruction will only lead us into a trap of abyss and hell.

At this moment, look into the abyss.

[The will of the three great worlds has not caused any substantial damage to Hell, so Hell need not be considered.]

[However, the Abyss's foundations were shaken and chaos was boiling due to the betrayal of the Star Demon and the Inner Demon, which was precisely the moment when its defenses were weakest.]

Rather than futilely attacking enemies protected by the rules, it would be better to unleash the remaining power of the spirit realm and launch a massive invasion of the abyss.

[Use the abundant power and essence of the abyss to mend the losses of my spirit realm! This is the only correct solution to sustain war through war and to survive in dire straits!]

From a higher perspective, this kind of thinking is quite normal.

[Let alone clashes between great worlds, even within mortal dynasties, there are many who abandon personal ideals for the sake of the dynasty's interests, striving to achieve maximum benefit.]

But the spirit world's reaction, unsurprisingly, was exactly as expected.

【Why? 】

Are you suggesting I ignore these damned thieves?

【no! 】

These thieves must die! (End of Chapter)