On a vast continent on the planet, a towering structure stood, spanning dozens of kilometers. From a distance, it resembled a majestic mountain range.
Beside the structure stood a divine statue, its face bearing the likeness of the Bright God.
Next to the large statue was a uniquely designed cathedral-like building, inside which stood various other statues of gods.
Below, pilgrims would periodically arrive from a distance. With solemn expressions, they bowed their heads as they walked past, circling the statue of the Bright God in pious prayer.
"A humble display, I’m sure, Senior Brother."
The Bright God said, his tone half-humble, half-braggadocious.
"I’m overjoyed for you, Junior Brother. How could I possibly laugh at such an impressive domain?"
"Senior Brother, what do you think of that spot over there? I’ll erect a statue for you there as well. Our statues will stand in tandem, a testament to our joint might as we dominate the Star Realm. Wouldn’t that be wonderful!"
The Bright God’s eyes gleamed with ambition. In a flash, he whisked Zhao Rui away, and they streaked into the main hall as a beam of light.
This main hall was his private sanctum, a place only Saintesses deemed pure were qualified to enter and serve him.
As for the high priests, popes, and bishops, they could only communicate with his projection.
The moment they entered the hall, they saw dozens of curvaceous women of the Bright God Race, completely naked and prostrated on the floor.
A rare blush crept onto Zhao Rui’s face. It wasn’t that he’d never seen a naked woman, but the sheer number of them was rather overwhelming.
And their posture was particularly indecent.
"Rise. Go prepare a banquet. I wish to drink with my Senior Brother!"
The Bright God waved his hand, sending out a halo of light that enveloped the entire hall, instantly sealing it off from any information leaks.
The two sat opposite each other in the hall. Two attendants swayed over, bringing them two cups of hot milk tea.
"This is fresh milk, just squeezed. Have a taste, Senior Brother. They consume only the finest ingredients, and their bodies are purified by holy light from the inside out..."
It would have been better if the Bright God hadn’t said anything. Now that he had, Zhao Rui’s hand, holding the cup, felt almost too heavy to lift.
’This damn guy.’
’Even King Zhou never went this far.’
"I don’t much care for such base appetites."
Zhao Rui shook his head slightly, clearly unwilling to discuss the topic any further.
’It wasn’t that he didn’t know how to enjoy life, but this particular form of ’enjoyment’ was frankly a bit sickening.’
’After all, there was basically no difference in appearance between the Bright God Race and humans.’
"Haha, of course. Senior Brother is devoted to the Martial Dao. I understand completely."
The Bright God took a sip of milk tea, his expression turning serious. "Not long ago, I misjudged the strength of Ajido—an interstellar scoundrel—and suffered a great loss of face..."
"Within the Pantheon, some began to claim that my Bright Divine Power makes me unfit to be one of the twelve principal gods."
"Those bastards dared to underestimate me! But thankfully, with you here, Senior Brother, and with the God of War’s defeat, you and I will be united. I wager they won’t have the guts to challenge me again."
"Rest for a few days, and I’ll take you to the God King’s Hall to apply for a divine seat. With my recommendation..."
"Forget the divine seat. You operate in the open while I remain in the shadows. It’s better to keep them guessing."
Zhao Rui cut him off, his gaze firm.
On the surface, he and the Bright God seemed to be on the best of terms, sharing their deepest thoughts, but they both knew the truth.
The Bright God needed to protect his divine seat and authority. To that end, he would have called Zhao Rui "Senior Brother" even if he weren’t.
And if Zhao Rui wanted to find his homeland and gain a foothold in the power structure of the Star Realm, he also needed someone to act as his connection.
The Bright God was the perfect fit.
It was a tacit understanding between the two.
"In that case, I’ve put you in an unfair position, Senior Brother."
Seeing Zhao Rui bring it up voluntarily, the Bright God was secretly pleased, but he put on an embarrassed expression.
"It’s no matter! My ambition lies only in the Martial Dao."
"Someone as pure as you, Senior Brother, is the very embodiment of divinity."
Zhao Rui just smiled, paying no mind to his flattery.
Just then, ten naked Bright Saintesses walked over gracefully, carrying exquisite platters and fine food.
The Saintesses bent down one by one to set down the food. The heavy, bountiful sight made the feast seem exceptionally tempting.
’Boundless Celestial Venerable!’
Zhao Rui silently chanted the honorific in his mind before taking a moment to appreciate the view seriously.
’A man of research sees only facts, not lewdness.’
The brilliant light in the hall reflected off the bodies of the Bright Race Saintesses, making them appear even more fair and holy.
In the distance, an array of glittering, translucent gems cast a starlike glow upon Zhao Rui and the Bright God.
...
Several hundred light-years away from the Bright Divine Domain, a massive cloud of interstellar dust slowly opened a gap.
A brilliant, star-like light burst from the opening, and several enormous Cosmic Battleships, each tens of thousands of meters long, slowly emerged.
These battleships ejected plumes of light, their speed gradually increasing until they became mere specks of light and vanished into the dark expanse of space.
After a while, a brilliant golden streak of light abruptly appeared from a spatial rift in front of the dust cloud.
The streak of light gradually faded, revealing the handsome face of the God of War.
However, at this moment, the God of War looked a little worse for wear.
A humanoid phantom slowly materialized from the dust cloud, its eyes sizing up the God of War with some surprise.
"Ares, what happened? You look terrible. Don’t tell me you got beaten up by the Bright God?"
The phantom spoke with a playful tone.
"Rikita, are you mocking me?"
Ares’s eyes narrowed as he stared coldly at the phantom.
"I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare. Ares, the God King is waiting for you in the Grand Hall!"
After speaking, the phantom flashed to one side, and the dust cloud once again opened a ten-meter-high rift.
Ares paused for a moment before turning back into a streak of light and darting inside.
After his figure vanished, the phantom slowly closed the rift and gradually disappeared back into the dust cloud.
A few breaths later, Ares crossed several star-rivers formed from various luminous objects and arrived at a colossal island floating in the starry sky.
The island’s length and width were immeasurable, stretching for countless thousands of miles, and its height was so vast it seemed to have no end.
It was as if a giant planet had been split in two and fused together.
The landscape on the island was also picturesque, but this beauty was different from that of Blue Star. It was a picturesque scene made of jewels.
The mountains and rivers were all formed from a substance that glittered like starlight.
Atop the floating continent stood countless enormous palaces.
The one in the center was especially luxurious and tall.
Ares’s destination was this very palace.
"I wish to see the God King!"
Soon, Ares arrived outside the divine hall, where two guards holding Sacred Weapons blocked his path.
"Greetings, God of War. The God King is already waiting for you inside!"
When the two guards saw it was the God of War, they quickly withdrew their weapons and cleared the way.
Ares didn’t waste words and strode directly inside.
The hall’s passageway was a full hundred meters high, shaped like an arched corridor, its sides covered with various patterns.
Ares stared straight ahead and quickly walked through the passage, emerging at the edge of a garden filled with singing birds and fragrant flowers.
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