Lu Ran knew his body very well, and everything was as he expected!

On New Year's Eve, he realized it was time.

This body of the Second Level Heavenly Realm, every inch of skin, every piece of flesh and bone, had been thoroughly reinforced and transformed under the continuous nourishment of Holy Spirit Energy.

It could break through the bottleneck at any moment.

The Third Heaven of the Heavenly Realm, the peak of the Human Clan!

Body strength, power, speed, divine power storage, and the intangible yet real presence...

Will all reach the pinnacle within the capabilities of the Human Clan!

Yet, at this moment, Lu Ran hesitated.

Because today is New Year's Eve!

Tomorrow, the first day of the New Year, is the day people ascend the God Worship Platform to pray for the manifestation of the new gods of the Ran Sect.

If he advances on the spot, Little Ruyi will undoubtedly send troops for support, and the soldiers might get distracted, delaying recruitment.

Thus, Lu Ran negotiated with Lord Immortal Sheep and gave plenty of instructions to the soldiers, then returned to Holy Spirit Mountain.

He had to obtain permission from Lord Immortal Sheep.

Because the blood skull evil sculpture in the Sculpture Garden was still vibrating, and his deceased father, Lu Xing, had not yet been resurrected.

The Stone Sculpture of the real Immortal Sheep is located above the Third Heaven.

Lu Ran can freely move between the Human World and the Third Heaven, but if he were to go to the distant Holy Spirit Mountain, he feared the Sheep General would not be able to assist, should anything go wrong.

Fortunately, Lord Immortal Sheep agreed.

Lu Ran took the opportunity to ask about the progress of the resurrection, as it had been almost a month since the third day of the twelfth lunar month to now, the thirtieth...

Lord Immortal Sheep only let out a cold "hum" and then fell silent.

Lu Ran wasn't sure if his understanding was accurate.

Was the arrogant Sheep General's cold hum expressing "this is just the beginning"?

The resurrection, such a defiance of nature, indeed is a grand project.

Lu Ran couldn't help but think of the fallen former Cloud Sea comrade, Wuya.

The more difficult the resurrection, the harder it was for him to broach the subject again with Lord Immortal Sheep; after much consideration, he could only wait until he could resurrect his comrades himself in the future.

But the question is, when he can do this, does it mean that Lord Immortal Sheep...

With a heavy heart, Lu Ran returned to Holy Spirit Mountain, stepping into Tianya Haijiao, and striding into the thick mist.

Within the sect, Chang Ying and Golden Sparrow were advancing to the next level.

Once Lu Ran stands on top, they should also transform into Majestic Heaven Realm beings.

Lu Ran quickly arrived at the seclusion room beneath Tianya Residence, taking out the Fiery Phoenix Patterned Gourd, letting the little guy spray threads of Holy Spirit Energy, smearing them continuously on his body.

Indeed, Lu Ran was unable to mobilize Holy Spirit Energy.

But little Blazing Phoenix could!

He directed the gourd's mouth at any area of flesh or bone that wasn't adequately nourished.

Just like spraying perfume~

As he sprayed, Lu Ran suddenly stiffened!

Immediately, the Fog Dragon Roll swirling between heaven and earth increased considerably...

Here, Lu Ran finally broke through the bottleneck, vigorously starting the advancement mode.

Meanwhile, in the human world, New Year's Eve is bustling with excitement!

The land of Da Xia is jubilant, people are celebrating the New Year, staying up late, and discussing information about the newly descended gods while gathering with family.

In front of the household's small shrine, they reverently kneel and pray to the new divine sculpture of a certain Ran Sect warrior.

Praying that the gods might appear on the God Worship Platform tomorrow.

This world is different.

But somehow, it seems unchanged.

As midnight approached, in the northeastern Ice City of Da Xia, fireworks filled the sky.

The night sky was colorful and beautiful, reflecting people's joyful faces.

In the inner city of Nightmare City (formerly Beifeng City), inside a grand mansion, a white-haired woman was kneeling in the courtyard.

Under the same beautiful night sky, blood continuously dripped from her body, staining the ground red.

"Sir, all remnants have been captured, a few were stubbornly resistant, but the disciple has dealt with them."

Liao Wushuang respectfully knelt toward the elegant silhouette not far away, pressing her forehead against the cold snow-covered ground.

Deng Yuxiang silently gazed up at the night sky without a word.

The people and matters of this world are not always as beautiful as fireworks.

Even fireworks leave choking smoke, littered remains.

Divine·Beifeng had stood in this world for over forty years, naturally attracting loyal believers.

Even as Deng Yuxiang descended in divine form, the people had no ability to resist; even as the fifteenth of the twelfth lunar month brought peace to the human world, the prestige of the new gods of the Ran Sect reached unprecedented heights;

Even as the influence of The Pride of Da Xia covered the entire nation...

Remnants of Beifeng still exist.

Not only exist, but these people were also still considering how to avenge Lord Beifeng, how to disrupt the worship ceremony tomorrow.

The remnants attempted to grow their strength, constantly inciting the masses to join in, refusing to venerate the new gods, wanting the new descending gods to lose their source of power and thus fall.

Some people are extremely loyal, willing to do anything for the once-venerated gods.

Others were so deeply entrenched in their beliefs that they wouldn't allow their perceptions to collapse or the rules to change.

In the past few weeks, the previous human identities of the new gods of the Ran Sect had been thoroughly exposed.

And it was precisely this former "human" identity that became the original sin of the Ran Sect warriors!

In many remnants' minds, being born human, one should know their place.

Gods are the magnificent, heroic saviors.

Whereas you and I are lowly beings, small, fragile creatures who need salvation from gods.

Yet the warriors of the Ran Sect broke the rules, shattering the believers' perceptions with tangible actions.

How could this be?

This is wrong, the world shouldn't be like this!

Humans should return to their proper places, begging the gods to come back and rule the human world, begging all the gods to deliver punishment...

"Bang!"

"Crash!" Another firework bloomed, casting its light on the myriad faces of humanity.

Brilliant colors seemed to fall into Deng Yuxiang's jet-black eyes, glowing with strange light.

"You should be among them the most."

Deng Yuxiang finally spoke, her cold words adding a further chill to the frost-covered courtyard.

"I am the most loyal believer of the Lord, heaven and earth as witness, sun and moon as witness!" Liao Wushuang trembled as she spoke, sounding somewhat ridiculous.

The two had once fought a battle in Beifeng City.

At that time, Liao Wushuang was a senior of the Human Clan, using every means to suppress the younger generation and in the final battle arena, trying to put the latter to death.

Yet now, Liao Wushuang said such words.

The trembling in her voice indicated her fear.

But what was astonishing was the fervent look in Liao Wushuang's eyes towards the new god.

What could this be?

A convert's zeal?

As Deng Yuxiang turned her eyes towards her, Liao Wushuang's trembling intensified, and her eyes grew brighter.

Fear is a physiological reaction, an inescapable rule within the cultivation system of all beings.

The even more fervent gaze, however, came from the psychological level.

It was extreme rejection and denial of her original identity, and an overwhelming acceptance and loyalty to the new identity, new belief.

Humans, such complex creatures.

When a great number of "human gods" descended, many people's faith shattered completely.

Liao Wushuang was among them.

She had once been so devout to North Wind, so unwaveringly convinced.

Believing it to be a supreme existence, an inviolable deity.

But now, Deng Yuxiang had replaced North Wind, occupied the ancient city that belonged to North Wind, and even from the divine technique she possessed, people could vaguely infer...

Deng Yuxiang personally killed North Wind and took its place!

Liao Wushuang was utterly broken, from disappointment to despair.

Feeling betrayed, feeling deceived.

Wasn't North Wind the supreme?

Wasn't it omnipotent?

Liao Wushuang sat slumped on the street, her heart shattered, continuously rebuilding and reshaping her collapsed belief over days and nights.

Madly self-consistent all over again.

Until a moment came when she suddenly "came alive" with a zeal far greater than when worshipping the old god, giving everything to the new god.

Later, under the new god's gaze, she raised the slaughter knife.

Willing to do anything dirty and bloody to maintain the newly built divine sculpture in her heart.

"My lord." Suddenly, a familiar female voice came from outside the mansion gate.

Deng Yuxiang paused for a moment in silence, then softly said, "Come in."

Hu Jiaojiao pushed the door open and entered, looking at her former close friend, yet dared not address her intimately: "Lord Nightmare..."

Seeing the old life-and-death companion, Deng Yuxiang's cold demeanor gradually faded, and a faint smile appeared on her face:

"Have you forgotten even my name?"

"Ah! Yu...Yuxiang." Hu Jiaojiao stammered.

"What's wrong?" It was evident that Deng Yuxiang was deliberately slowing her tone, trying to make her voice gentle.

"Do you... do you want to have a New Year's Eve dinner? Want to eat dumplings?" Hu Jiaojiao asked with an increasingly quieter voice as she carried an exquisite lunchbox.

This kind of thing felt truly surreal.

Even Hu Jiaojiao herself doubted what she was doing...

But the problem was, the descending new god was completely different from the old god.

When had North Wind ever integrated into the human world?

It probably even found descending to be dirty.

Whereas Deng Yuxiang, a "new god of the Human Clan," would create a human body, live in a courtyard, keep up with societal news, and was currently admiring the fireworks.

Hu Jiaojiao would never forget that morning on the sixteenth of the lunar month.

Deng Yuxiang had descended into the Inner City in human form, chosen a residence, and even asked her to buy some daily necessities...

Even specifically reminding her to get tea tree-scented shampoo.

That scene brought Hu Jiaojiao enormous mental shock!

Because of this, Hu Jiaojiao came at this time to ask the Lord God if she wanted to have a New Year's Eve dinner.

"Okay." Deng Yuxiang gently nodded and stepped towards the house.

Hu Jiaojiao glanced at Liao Wushuang kneeling in the snow, and without saying much, quickly followed in Deng Yuxiang's steps.

At the table in the hall, Hu Jiaojiao swiftly set out the dishes, a mix of cold and hot, plus two trays of steaming dumplings.

In the northeast of Da Xia, dumplings are indispensable on New Year's Eve.

"Let's eat together." Deng Yuxiang appeared troubled, the smoke green gauze still in someone's possession, not returned.

Otherwise, her friend wouldn't have to be so timid.

"Ye...yes." Hu Jiaojiao replied softly, arranging the bowls and chopsticks.

Deng Yuxiang leaned with her elbow on the table edge, hand supporting her face, tilting her head to smile at her friend's baby face: "Should I ask Shuangzi to join so the three of us can spend the New Year together?

You haven't seen her in a long time, right?"

Hu Jiaojiao: "..."

The God in her mind, constantly speaking human words, doing human things.

Seeing no objection from Hu Jiaojiao, Deng Yuxiang really took out her phone and dialed another god's number...

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