After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Three days later, in the secret chamber of the city lord's mansion.

Qin He sat cross-legged, with faint golden and black law patterns appearing all over his body.

Wisps of golden energy flowed in from the void, as fine as cow's hair, yet carrying a gentle vitality—it was the power of merit and spiritual energy emanating from the shrines of the thirty-six cities.

The energy flowed into the space between his eyebrows, and the demonic shell immediately shone with golden light.

The originally illusory divine soul was bathed in the golden light of merit, and its outline became more solid, with even the lines of its hair clearly visible.

"It's done. The speed is faster than expected." Long Qingyun's voice came from the Black Demon Banner.

Qin He did not respond. Instead, he made a hand seal with his fingertips, and the golden light of merit flowed along the primordial laws, seeping into his limbs and bones. His cultivation at the mid-stage of the Other Shore Realm became increasingly stable, and a faint golden halo even appeared around his body, neutralizing the originally fierce demonic aura.

At dawn on the fourth day, a golden light suddenly flashed between Qin He's brows.

The art of listening was activated by the power of merit, and countless tiny prayers pierced through the void and surged into the sea of ​​consciousness. Most of them were mundane wishes for a bountiful harvest and peace, chaotic yet carrying the purest power of intention.

His fingertips twitched slightly as his divine sense filtered through the flow of information, finally settling on a faint but urgent voice.

"Immortal Lord Riding the Ox, please bless my mother to heal from her injuries... I beg you..."

The prayer was coming from the direction of Liangcheng. The prayer's breath was faint, clearly a mortal. What was even stranger was that the prayer was directed solely at his statue hidden in the corner of the shrine.

Perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps because they couldn't get close to the main statue, they had no choice but to try anything.

Qin He chuckled lightly, indifferent to the reason; this was an excellent start.

What he wanted was this sensational demonstration effect.

Ordinary people are the most widespread source of merit and the power of good intentions.

They don't know what the laws of the world are, they only believe in the omnipotence of immortals.

If it works, it's considered a divine intervention; if it doesn't, it's simply bad luck.

The temple was filled with statues of gods, but no one ever truly responded to these ant-like prayers—even Qin He could only attend to the tip of the iceberg.

There is no fairness in this world; the law does not contain the concept of equality.

But luck is a good thing.

Qin He conjured a translucent white pill at his fingertip—the Muscle Regeneration Pill. He snapped it into a dozen pieces and rolled them into balls. He then drew upon a wisp of golden light of merit, which enveloped the pill and, following the threads of his prayerful thoughts, instantly traversed a thousand miles of void, heading straight for Liang City.

In Liangcheng, in a dilapidated thatched hut.

Zhao Da knelt before the homemade wooden plaque, his forehead bruised and purple from kowtowing. His mother had been injured by the aftermath of a demonic beast the day before and was unconscious. The doctors in the city were helpless and could only place their hopes on the gods at the shrine.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed in the thatched hut, and a pill landed on the bedside table.

Zhao Da looked up in astonishment and saw that the pill was glowing with a warm light, with faint patterns of laws flowing within it. Without thinking, he quickly helped his mother up and fed her the pill.

A moment later, Zhao's mother slowly opened her eyes. The wound on her chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her originally pale face regained its color.

"Mother!" Zhao Da knelt down in great joy, bowing deeply to the small wooden plaque. "The Immortal Venerable has shown his power! Thank you, Immortal Venerable Riding the Ox!"

The next day, Qin He clearly noticed that the merit-based spiritual energy coming from the direction of Liangcheng had increased threefold.

The golden stream of energy grew thicker and stronger, carrying an even more fervent devotion. After flowing into the sea of ​​consciousness, it actually increased the solidity of the divine soul by one point.

The news spread like wildfire.

First, the people of Liangcheng flocked to the shrine, crowding in front of the statue of a bull-riding figure to pray. Some asked for healing, others for food and clothing, and those who were sincere were mostly answered—either with a pill or a ray of golden light to dispel evil spirits.

Qin He never did much, only touching on the surface. But these sporadic responses far exceeded the "indifference" of the divine statues.

Half a month later, the news spread to the three neighboring cities.

Some people traveled from afar just to make a wish before the statue of the bull-riding god. The temple officials were initially wary, but seeing that Qin He had not shown up and that his merits and thoughts were growing stronger, they were happy to go along with it—after all, Qin He had never failed to deliver on his promises of reward.

In just over a month, the knowledge of all thirty-six cities was known.

"Did you know? That statue of the bull-riding deity in the shrine is incredibly powerful!"

"My neighbor prayed for a good harvest, and three days later, rain fell from the sky, and the crops in the field grew like crazy!"

"My mother's chronic illness was cured by the elixir bestowed by the Immortal Venerable!"

The rumors grew increasingly exaggerated. Some said that the Ox-Riding Immortal was a reclusive Saint-level expert, others said he was a high-ranking official of the Divine Court descended to earth, and still others said he was more efficacious than the main god in the shrine.

In the secret chamber of the city lord's mansion, Qin He slowly opened his eyes.

His body was enveloped in golden light, which condensed into a faint film of light on his surface. His divine soul in his sea of ​​consciousness had solidified like that of a real person, and under the harmonization of the primordial laws, the demonic shell and the holy soul showed signs of merging.