Atop the black lotus, the eyes of the dwarf glowed with an increasingly intense golden color. Hē had not been born as a god. Granted, hīs species had produced a True God, but they were not Godfolk in the most accurate sense. Rather, they had worked hard to produce gods.0

That was just how things worked according to the rules of the Fourth Star Ring. The ringsource that gods needed could be extracted from the star ring itself, but there was an even better way to get it. It could be extracted from the faith of worshipers.1

If a god wanted to get strong, that god needed believers that could make offerings and sacrifices. That was how gods could actually invade countless worlds. The more slaves thēy had, the more worship thēy could get from the masses!2

That was the case with the butterfly Xu Qing had possessed. Everdoom Netherfly had no blood relation to the scaled oxen. But the scaled oxen worshiped the butterfly, and that was the foundation of hīs cultivation. In fact, it wasn’t just the scaled oxen on that one planet who worshiped hīm. There were other species on other minor worlds who also offered such worship. As long as hē didn’t perish, and had the good fortune to eventually step into the True God level,...0