Chu Xiu saw the way Qin Dongxu and his companions’ expressions changed, down to the smallest details.

He laughed, sounding calm and relaxed. “Don’t worry, everyone. I’m an agreeable sort. So long as you pledge yourselves to my cause, I’ll promise to treat you as I would my brothers.”

Tong Xinghai chimed in, “Everyone, this is your good fortune. Ordinary cultivators are unworthy of my Lord’s notice.”

Old Yao Sky Serpent laughed. “No need to hide it from you: my Lord has already decided. Once we unlock the good fortune within these ruins, he shall establish a new orthodoxy and transmit the Dao here! It shall be called the Celestial God Transformation Sect. If you join us now, you’ll become His Lordship’s right-hand men and closest confidantes in the days to come!”

The serpent looked like a young man, and his eyes were an unearthly shade of gold. He wore silver robes, and his aura was cold, sinister, and imposing. 

The God Transformation Sect!

When she heard this name, Hua Xinfeng’s gaze turned a bit strange.

She recalled Su Yi saying that when yao cultivators established sects, they loved adding the words “god” and “immortal” to their names as a way of proclaiming...