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

These demigod churches, hovering like vultures on the edge of the battlefield yet不敢入入 (daring not to venture deeper), fundamentally cowardly stemmed from their weak foundations.

The founders of the sect, and even the strongest members of the sect, were nothing more than a group of demigods who were stumbling along the path to divinity.

[Aside from the conflict between true gods and the absence of a true god's involvement, these demigods are indeed considered important figures.]

After all, among the vast number of beings in the spirit world, ordinary people still make up the vast majority.

For ordinary beings in the spirit world, the appearance of even one normal transcendent being among their descendants is already considered an incredibly auspicious event.

If this extraordinary being can advance to a higher level, then their luck will certainly be quite good.

[If one could become a ninth-rank cultivator, then within their own country and racial power, they would be a powerful figure worthy of being recorded in history.]

As for demigods?

Without personal luck, or rather, without sufficient fortuitous encounters, there is absolutely no possibility of becoming a demigod!

Every demigod is a truly powerful figure, capable of easily rewriting the fate of billions of lives.

[Once they leave the spirit realm and venture into other worlds, they become even more terrifying beings capable of destroying the world.]

However, everything is subject to comparison. No matter how powerful a demigod is in front of ordinary beings and common extraordinary beings, in the spirit world where true gods abound, he is like a candle flame in a storm.

To be honest, it wasn't that they didn't want to break into the core battlefield and grab a share of the spoils, but rather that they lacked the strength.

If one vainly hopes to accumulate enough powerful faith to ignite the divine fire through preaching and gradually building a following, one will likely endure until divinity withers and the soul decays without ever seeing the first glimmer of that divine fire.

Every religious sect that rises from humble beginnings has a history steeped in the bloodshed of plunder and betrayal; every acquisition of resources is made over the corpses of its contemporaries.

The blood-stained iron law that "the bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish" has long been ingrained in the soul of every demigod!

In the vast universe, which being who breaks through the shackles, ultimately ignites the divine fire, and ascends to the position of a true god, hasn't climbed up over mountains of corpses and seas of blood, stepping over the shattered divine kingdoms of their competitors?

As for the descendants of a true God?

[Or perhaps the offspring of demigods with divine authority?]

How many beings in the countless heavens of the spirit world receive such treatment?

Furthermore, even if one's parents are true gods, and everything about oneself comes from the grace of true gods, becoming a god is still extremely difficult.

[If even second-generation gods need to navigate a path fraught with thorns, what chance do demigods without a true divine backing have?]

They were presented with only two paths.

[Either, seize that fleeting, towering wave in this storm of faith sweeping the spirit world, devour a massive amount of faith, and forge an eternal divine essence in blood and fire.]

[Or, they would be swept away by some insignificant wave in the terrifying vortex of infighting among the various divine sects, their souls and bodies annihilated, their true names completely erased by the river of time.]

The moment they chose to embark on this thorny, divine path, the dice of fate had already been cast.

The only way is to risk your life for that one in ten thousand chance of survival!

In January of the 138th year of the Extraordinary Calendar, the allied forces of the five major sects swept through the territory of the Dark Night Church with overwhelming force.

[The war colossus, burning with the power of faith, shattered mountains; torrents of divine magic dyed the sky with eerie colors; and the frontline fortifications painstakingly built by the Church of the Night crumbled amidst deafening roars.]

At this opportune moment of chaos and collapse, the elite agents of the Red Heart Society began their operation.

[Through the organization's pre-established network of covert agents and flawlessly forged identities, they exploited the unprecedentedly lax vetting processes implemented by various sects due to the urgency of the war, and quietly infiltrated the bloated bodies of the five major sects.]

[Infiltration is merely the prelude.]

[These members of the Red Heart Society demonstrated astonishing workplace wisdom from the moment they arrived.]

They brought the subtle art of human relationships to its highest level.

In any situation, understanding interpersonal relationships is an essential skill.

Even in the Chixin Society, which emphasizes equality the most, interpersonal relationships and considerations are unavoidable.

[It's no exaggeration to say that for a welfare job that anyone can do, would a normal person rather recommend their relatives or friends than a complete stranger?]

If you treat me well, I will naturally treat you well in return.

When everyone is making no mistakes and it's a simple act of kindness, such incidents are simply unavoidable.

Therefore, the Red Heart Society also provided professional training for these undercover agents.

[During the Red Heart Society's infiltration efforts, the powerful priest in charge of job transfers received a rare elixir that could extend lifespan, which he obtained by chance.]

The key deacon in charge of logistics unexpectedly discovers the family's long-coveted lost genealogy book, lying in a storage box found by an anonymous individual.

Even more egregiously, a frustrated mid-level military officer had his political enemy die on the battlefield, leaving behind a scroll of incriminating evidence that could have sealed his fate.

Bribery is merely the most superficial trick; the Red Heart Society's undercover agents weave an intricate web of interests, personal connections, incriminating evidence, and shared secrets.

The core objective of all operations is as clear as a knife: to remove ourselves from the meat grinder-like front lines as quickly as possible, at any cost!

[The rear base, resource treasure trove, and core temple of faith for the five major sects.]

These safe zones, far from the flames of war yet holding vital strategic positions, are the fertile ground that the Red Heart Society needs to cultivate.

[As for the front lines?] [That's indeed where the five major sects seek shortcuts to military glory.]

In every religious temple, enticing lists of merits are prominently displayed.

[Slaying a certain number of enemy heads can promote you to Chapter Commander; destroying enemy idols will reward you with legendary weapons; accumulating astronomical numbers can even earn you the position of Cardinal in a core diocese.]

[But these generous rewards that drive local believers to madness are nothing more than candy to the Red Heart Society's infiltrators.]

The extraordinary resources that require risking one's life for are merely basic supplies allocated on a need-based basis at the Red Heart Society headquarters.

Members only need to submit a standard application through the internal terminal, or directly swipe their access card to withdraw goods from the automated warehouse next to the residential area. The quality is several levels higher than the top-tier goods redeemed here.

[As for using military merit to gain a high position in the sect?]

The Red Heart Society possesses a more efficient and covert promotion channel. Once successfully infiltrated into a target organization, leveraging its superior information disparity and technological support, seizing power is only a matter of time.

[Frontline reports have already confirmed that the Goddess of Night is not dead and is still wandering in the depths of the starry sea.]

This war is far from over; the real eye of the storm is swirling behind us.

Only fools would risk their lives on the front lines!

[In June of the 140th year of the Extraordinary Calendar, the resistance of the Dark Night Church had reached its limit.]

The surviving Knights of the Holy See, clinging to the last few ancient divine arrays, used their flesh and blood to build a desperate defensive line on the scorching, burning earth.

When the allied forces of the five major sects finally tore a rift across the galaxy in the last vestige of eternal night in the Dark Night Church's headquarters starfield, at the cost of the self-destruction of three hundred war arks, the surroundings changed drastically.

The demigod cult fleets lurking in the ruins and shadows of nebulae went completely berserk, like a swarm of sharks that had caught the scent of blood.

Thousands upon thousands of ships, branded with different divine emblems, surged forth from every dark corner, their engines screeching in unison in a destructive torrent, rushing recklessly toward the chasm that spewed forth wealth and divinity.

The believers roared the name of God on the bridge, pouring their lifelong faith into the fragile hull, all for the sake of seizing a cornerstone to ignite the divine fire.

[Become a god or turn to ashes, it's all down to this!]

The five major sects' steel fleets retreated slightly to the flanks in unison, their commanders watching with cold smiles as these moths flew towards the flame.

[Perfect cannon fodder, just right to test the Dark Night Church's final death trap.]

Just as the vanguard of the demigod fleet was about to engulf the crumbling spire of the Night Temple, and the greedy roar reached its peak, destruction descended!

[An absolute darkness, capable of devouring all light and existence, suddenly erupted from the Temple of Darkness.]

That wasn't an energy burst, but rather the manifestation of the very essence of darkness.

[Immediately afterwards, an overwhelming pressure, causing the stars to tremble and time to freeze, enveloped the universe.]

The vast avatar of the Goddess of Night, composed of twisted shadows and shattered galaxies, silently appeared above the battlefield's dome.

In His hand, a scepter imbued with the vision of the universe's end was emanating terrifying energy capable of reducing all things to nothingness.

[The next moment, without warning, without needing to gather strength.]

The goddess of night, her shadowy form that blankets the galaxy, indifferently brandishes her scepter.

A ring of silence, transcending all senses, silently spread outwards.

Light, matter, energy, and even time itself, all vanish into nothingness the instant they touch this ring of annihilation.

The five allied forces' fortresses, once towering over the stars, and their holy legions bathed in divine light, crumbled like sandcastles.

The charging demigod fleets from the surrounding star systems were more like dust thrown into a black hole, leaving not even a trace of mournful cry; billions of lives, along with their very existence, were completely erased.

The center of the battlefield instantly transformed into a state of absolute nothingness, a realm where even concepts ceased to exist!

Dead silence!

A deathly silence, devouring souls, envelops the shattered galaxy!

Immediately afterwards, five terrifying wills that shook the spirit world crashed down.

Five divine avatars, each with a distinct form and enveloped in surging primordial laws, coalesced within the void rift opposite the Goddess of Night.

Their divine might intertwined to form a boiling inferno of laws, their furious roars transforming into lightning that tore through dimensions.

[Dark Night—!]

How dare you trample on the covenant of the gods!

Slaughter us lambs!

[Absolutely shameless!]

Faced with this overwhelming divine power capable of crushing galaxies, the avatar of the Goddess of Night swelled even more profoundly and violently.

The eternal night sky expanded rapidly around Him, completely extinguishing the last remaining starlight.

【Am I shameless?】

[The fact that you can say such things shows that you've reached the pinnacle of shamelessness!] (End of Chapter)