Two Worlds: Demonic Cultivator with His Zombie Materials

"I never thought that in my lifetime, I would witness such a powerful Divine Heir. Perhaps it won’t be long before the Great Snow Mountain’s realm expands once more."

In fact, the Great Snow Mountain belongs to the Extreme South Wilderness, connected to the Outer Sea of the East Origin Sea Region. Wars generally advance inward, leading to fierce clashes with many ancient sects in the south during subsequent expansions.

In the Great Snow Mountain, the center of power nearly always rests in the hands of the High Priest.

As the representatives of the Great Spirit Heaven in the world, their decisions are not to be changed or opposed by anyone.

It’s no exaggeration to say that within the realm of the Great Snow Mountain, the High Priest of the Divine Temple is the only true god walking the earth.

"The time for the first Divine Sacrifice Ceremony is just a month away. The Great Snow Mountain will invite various forces and many affiliated sects to come and witness it, hoping that no mishaps will occur then."

Another person spoke softly, as the two gradually walked away, their voices fading.

"The Divine Sacrifice? Is it finally about to begin?!"

Although the two were discussing in hushed tones, with Zheng Yi’s current strength, he still heard their conversation effortlessly.

He glanced over, feeling as if the two were speaking for him to hear, then closed his eyes, and the Divine Temple fell into silence once more.

...

A month later.

The Great Snow Mountain became very lively. As the Divine Heir’s first Divine Sacrifice Ceremony, it determined whether he could become the sacred High Priest, undeniably attracting a lot of attention.

No matter if it was the forces within the Great Snow Mountain’s realm or the sects or Immortal Dynasties bordering it, they all sent representatives to observe.

For them, the Great Snow Mountain, which already held absolute leadership, the emergence of a strong High Priest would undoubtedly be a bad thing for them.

As a nation of universal belief, during battles, the Snow Mountain Cultivators, under the call of Great Spirit Heaven, were fearless, and the combat power they unleashed commanded considerable respect among cultivators of other sects.

And this High Priest’s Divine Heir is said to be the most talented High Priest of the Great Snow Mountain in thousands of years, unimaginably starting the divine activity alone at the age of fifteen.

Clang! Clang!

The clear sound of bells echoed between heaven and earth, plunging the entire Great Snow Mountain into silence.

On the mountain and below, they suddenly fell into absolute stillness.

There was not a hint of noise, everyone closed their mouths tightly, afraid to disturb the entire Divine Sacrifice Ceremony.

Suddenly, a figure that didn’t seem particularly tall, dressed in the High Priest’s attire, slowly walked up toward the altar.

He maintained calmness, walking step by step, his not-so-tall figure bathed in sunlight, revealing rings of mystical aura that enveloped him, as if the center of the Heaven and Earth Sun and Moon Wheel, inspiring reverence from within people’s hearts.

Instantly, a large congregation of Great Snow Mountain believers knelt to the ground and sang praises loudly.

Some were surprised to find that during the mass hymn, behind the Divine Heir in the void, specks of white mystical aura flickered, forming rings of bright halos clearly visible behind him.

Especially as the chanting grew louder and clearer, the halo behind him also became excruciatingly bright, winding around Zheng Yi’s back, raising the void behind him.

As Zheng Yi stepped onto the highest point of the altar, an invisible force imbued him, his robes fluttering without wind, and a surging aura rippled into the air.

Standing there motionless, Zheng Yi’s luminously glowing halo released an aura of majesty, making his seemingly humble stature appear god-like, instilling an innate sense of reverence.

Suddenly, his image imprinted onto everyone’s hearts.

Especially the devoted Great Snow Mountain followers, whether ordinary men and women or accomplished cultivators, their fervent gaze shifted onto Zheng Yi, the mystical aura’s rings becoming ever more dazzling, projecting Zheng Yi as an actual supreme deity.

Undeniably, Zheng Yi’s luck was extraordinarily good.

When he appeared sacred behind him, the followers focused their belief onto Zheng Yi.

But in reality, he knew himself.

He was not the reincarnated Dharma Body of any Divine Lord, but instead an impersonator.

During the maneuvers of Taiyue Divine Venerable in the cycle of reincarnation, he was accidentally discovered by Snow Mountain cultivators.

This is akin to occupying the dove’s nest.

From the perspective of the Great Snow Mountain believers, since the High Priest is the earthly incarnation of Great Spirit Heaven, there’s no problem. However, Zheng Yi is not a true Divine Heir, and he had little connection with the Great Spirit Heaven revered by the Great Snow Mountain, but instead was one with Taiyue Divine Venerable.

This resulted in a series of unending reactions.

Boom! Boom!

The Nine Provinces Divine Realm, long silent, in fact used Zheng Yi’s body as the core, under the mystical and mysterious links between the Innate Origin Divine Body and Taiyue Divine Venerable, forming a mysterious channel.

Under the impact of massive Belief Power from the Great Snow Mountain, within the Nine Provinces Divine Realm, the Taiyue Divine Venerable who was seated in the endless void slowly opened his profound ancient eyes.

His gaze cut through the boundaries of space and time, crossing the distance between the Cultivation Realm and the Doomsday World. Through his connection with Zheng Yi, he witnessed this scene unfold.

At the moment when Taiyue Divine Venerable’s thoughts stirred, the Divine Power aura of the entire Nine Provinces Divine Realm became active. The previously almost obstructed edges once again received a colossal force, suddenly expanding outward.

The incense aura between heaven and earth also became more intense and lively.

Meanwhile, at the Great Snow Mountain, the Divine Sacrifice Ceremony was underway.

Zheng Yi stood above the altar, and the void behind him suddenly quivered.

A massive phantom slowly emerged, its exact features unclear, yet seemingly encompassing the four seas and eight directions. Surrounded by the sun, moon, and stars, it sat amidst endless void, embodying a sense of opening a Chaos World akin to creation.

The towering presence, accompanied by true gales, almost enveloped the entire Great Snow Mountain.

"Great Spirit Heaven!"

The resonant cries echoed over the Great Snow Mountain, and countless believers, even powerful cultivators, couldn’t help but half-kneel there with utmost devotion on their faces.

Behind Zheng Yi, a massive Wheel of Light appeared, its dazzling brilliance illuminating the phantom. Though seemingly indistinct, its imposing figure carried a terrifying power that suppressed from above the sky, giving an overwhelming and irresistible sense of fear.

As more and more believers fervently knelt, streams of Belief Power gradually transferred from Zheng Yi’s body to Taiyue Divine Venerable.

The Doomsday World, cultivated for only decades, possessed merely millions of believers.

However, this Great Snow Mountain, passed down through generations without interruption, boasted innumerable believers, not to mention a multitude of cultivator followers, generating unimaginably vast Belief Power.

...

The earth trembled, space vibrated, as if an invisible giant hand was fiercely tearing through the sky, striving to rip open the Chaos World completely to expand the borders of the Nine Provinces Divine Kingdom outward by a thousand miles.

Uncontrolled surging power impacted every corner of the world, and one after another, the Incense City God Temples lit up. The newly constructed hierarchy of human civilization was already distinctly different from the past.

They did not show excessive fear.

They personally felt the earth spreading, the sky elongating, and the entire world swiftly extending outwards under the terrible force’s onslaught.

The whole process, invisibly, showed them the vast and majestic power of the Divine Venerable, with a terrifying capability that made the Belief Power purer and stronger.

...

Meanwhile, at the Great Snow Mountain.

High atop the Divine Sacrifice Altar.

Swish!

Suddenly, a golden light burst above Zheng Yi’s head, and a gigantic golden scroll slowly unfurled, with phantoms emerging from it.

Some shimmered with golden light, others billowed with incense aura, others stirred the void...

The endlessly colossal forms appeared in sight, exuding a terrifying aura that could suffocate anyone.

Each carried the aura of a Divine Spirit, celestial beings of the sky, whose presence shocked everyone on the Great Snow Mountain into silence.

"How has the Investiture of the Gods appeared?!"

"No, this is just a projection!"

Zheng Yi, gazing at the scroll unfurled above him, was somewhat surprised. He hadn’t anticipated that such immense Belief Power from the Great Snow Mountain Sacrifice would trigger a chain reaction, bringing forth the projection of this Human Dao Treasure.

The mysteries of Divine Soul Dao, even he couldn’t fully comprehend.

Majestic figures stood tall on the snow mountain, stretching one after another toward the sky.

In an instant, under the infinite Belief, the sky transformed dramatically, filled with mysterious and profound Divine Spirit aura.

The Great Snow Mountain Lineage encompassed an area of millions of miles.

Through long inheritance, it formed a strict hierarchy.

The one constant was their Belief System in the many Divine Spirits of the Snow Mountain.

Centered around the highest god, Great Spirit Heaven, the entire snow mountain region evolved over countless years. No one could say for sure how many named or unnamed Divine Spirits had worship.

Thus, at this moment, during the ritual ceremony, as the Divine Heir first served as High Priest at the altar, amidst numerous forces’ observation, such a bizarre event occurred, leaving everyone watching utterly stunned and spellbound.

At this moment behind Zheng Yi, his lavish High Priest attire fluttered in the wind, akin to a red cloak, with golden light gathering behind him to form sacred halos.

Ascending the stairs of destiny behind him, layer upon layer led to the endless heavens, where the tall figures stood with mythical colors, erected upon the sky.