After a month of cultivating, Yang Yang exited the temple on Mount God’s Hand and was greeted by Zi Ling’er, the temple’s chief priestess. 

 

“Greetings, Lord Prophet.” The graceful Zi Ling’er had changed since the first time he saw. She wore the standard white robe with gold and jade ornaments. Since she was the first person he saw from the Arcane Mountain Range, he naturally, and casually, made her the chief priestess. 

 

“Good morning, Chief Priestess Zi.” Yang Yang was amazed by her demeanor. She still looked very much like a child, but was as proper and mature as the maids in the royal palace. “Tell me the recent news.” 

 

“Lord Prophet, the Sacred Cult’s Festival of Offering has been halted. For some reason, they decided to change the date to six months from now. The number of mortals they have been capturing to use as blood sacrifice has drastically increase in the recent months as  well. In fact, they took more mortals in the last month than over the last ten years.” 

 

Yang Yang nodded. "Oh? Good. That's good. Then right now will be the best time to visit the Sacred Cult. Since they are unprepared, I will head on over there soon." 

 

"Oh, Junior Brother Yang! Senior Sister has missed you very, very much! Show this Senior Sister how much you improved." An enchanting voice below the temple echoed in his ears. 

 

"Ah shit! Even after everything I did, she's still annoying!" Yang Yang flew back into the temple while a pink shadow chased after him. The temple sounded with suggestive noises. 

 

Zi Ling'er blushed and retreated down the temple. However, a hint of envy and fanaticism reflected in her eyes.  

 

After messing around with Seventh Sister Jade, Yang Yang went back to the warship. His magical power was now at second-step Manifest Aspect. As he channeled it into the warship, its healing factor kicked into overdrive and restored everything to perfect condition. The mountain rumbled as the warship floated out. 

 

It returned to the air where it belonged. The warship was even stronger than before now that Yang Yang was a Manifest Aspect magus, which allowed him greater control over the spell formations and circles on it. 

 

He stared at the surrounding mountains, and carefully looked at the mountains in the distance that were not under his control. "Perfect. More people to convert." 

 

He looked below and brought out the Light of Faith. "Hear me, children of the Life God. Once again, we must crusade upon these barren lands and bring our light to a desolate world. There is no faith here, other than heretical belief. Let the sky turn into gold and the earth turn into jade. Where we go, we must spread the teachings of the Great Giver, the Life God." 

 

"Hail the Life God!" 

 

"Hail the Life God!" 

 

"Hail the Life God!" 

 

The followers cheered in excitement and followed the warship toward the other mountains. A trail of hundreds of thousands of people glowed in golden and jade radiance. As they walked, they chanted the teachings of the Life God. Holy hymns, sacred texts, divine mandates, and righteous music followed the trail.

 

Despite being mortals, they managed to travel thousands of kilometers each day and convert one mountain tribe after another. Of course, Yang Yang was using his Life Magic to give them power in every way possible. The more they crusaded, the more faithful energy they produced. The more they produced, the longer he could supply them with power while growing stronger himself. 

 

The crusade was essentially paying back huge dividends of faith, and he was slowly monopolizing on all faith available in the Arcane Mountain Range. 

 

......

 

While the Sacred Cult controlled a quarter of the land in the Eleventh Later, the Arcane Temple held the greatest amount of power here. Their main headquarter in the Eleventh Layer was the Arcane God Mountain. 

 

Sitting in the temple was an old man with blue hair. He opened his eyes when he saw a disciple walked into the temple. "Greetings, Uncle-Master. There are strange reports in the borders. It seems that the air of vileness and blood are rapidly fading and replaced by auras of righteousness and life." 

 

"Oh? That is good. Which disciple is responsible for this?" 

 

"No one, sir. We don't know who is doing it. However, most of the mortals in the Sacred Cult's territory had been converted into a new faith. Even some of our own people are being converted." 

 

"What!?" The blue-haired old man stepped up and allowed his voice to echoed throughout the mountain. "All disciples of the Arcane Temple are to immediately prepare for battle! Threat has appeared in the western borders! Hurry up!" 

 

In less than ten breaths, dozens of warships flew into the air and headed toward the western border where the Sacred Cult was located. The blue-haired old man watched with nervous eyes into the distance where lights of gold and jade could be seen. "Impossible. What kind of god has invaded the Arcane Abyss? There shouldn't be any other faith possible here, unless an outsider has come." 

 

That was when he saw a black warship surrounded in holy light and radiance. It shimmered with power and righteousness, in a way he had never seen before. 

 

He also an angel radiating that light and radiance, giving power to the mortals below him and looked on with gentle and wise eyes. "An angel... how can that be possible..." 

 

The angel looked at him and smiled. "So you have come to confessed your sins and professed your faith as well?" 

 

The blue-haired old man felt his soul left his body and into a warm embrace. He took a knife and stabbed his left thigh with it, and the pain brought him back to reality. "Who are you?"

 

The angel floated up and spread its arms and wings. The Light of Faith replaced the sun the sky and transformed into the only source of light for hundreds of thousands of miles. The millions of mortals down below all chanted while looking at the light. 

 

Even the disciples of the Arcane Temple were enthralled by the light and felt a willingness in their soul to bow toward the light, to believe in it, and die for it. 

 

"I am the Scion of Life. Bow and receive the truth. Let yourself be true to what you are. No longer shall the Sacred Cult plague you. No longer shall the Arcane Temple limit you. Your gods are lesser beings. Submit to the one and true lord." 

 

The blue-haired old man shivered and his knife dropped to the ground. He bowed his head as low as possible. "Sea Highgazer greets his holiness, the Scion of Life."