The winds howled. The heavens trembled.
Shaolin, now cloaked in divine brilliance, stepped forward as the Supreme God Form activated.
His golden-red robes danced in the storm of fire and energy that swirled around him. A crown of flickering flame floated above his head, his eyes glowing like molten stars. Even the clouds parted at his presence. The very earth bowed under his pressure.
Jiho stood behind him, slack-jawed.
"S-senior… Are you even a chicken?"
"…No," Shaolin said, voice layered with echoes like a thousand gods. "I am your master. And I am pissed."
The five Heaven-ranked cultivators turned pale.
"Retreat! Retreat now!" one screamed, but it was far too late.
Shaolin simply raised a hand and flicked his finger.
BOOM—
The entire sky turned white. In a single breath, four powerful cultivators turned to glowing dust, their divine cores shattering like cracked jade. Only one escaped, fleeing with a hidden divine treasure that distorted space itself.
But the world had changed.
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> [System Notification: Emergency World Balance Shift Detected.]
[Worshipper Surge: +13,000 new followers]
[New Title Acquired: "Heaven's Blaze – The Flame God"]
[Congratulations! Host may now establish a Cultivation Realm.]
Shaolin's eyes narrowed as he remembered the World Creation Card. He pulled it from his inventory—and the skies rumbled again.
A scroll opened in the air, glowing with divine laws. With one breath, Shaolin unleashed its power.
The world split.
A new dimension bloomed—a vast, blazing realm where time flowed 100,000 times faster than the mortal world. Mountains of crimson jade, rivers of golden lava, phoenixes flying freely in the skies. The Flame God's Realm had been born.
From now on, it would serve as a place to cultivate disciples, forge power, and train his believers.
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Jiho fell to his knees, sobbing as he held his weak but alive sister, Xiaomi.
Shaolin stood tall above him, his divine aura fading. "She'll be fine. You did well, disciple."
"Master…" Jiho wiped his tears. "You're… amazing."
Shaolin smirked. "Of course I am."
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Meanwhile…
In a dark, secluded palace surrounded by bones and mist, the injured Heaven-rank cultivator knelt trembling.
"Forgive me… I failed…"
A soft, deadly laugh echoed through the hall.
From behind a veil stepped a woman—ethereal, cruelly beautiful. Her violet eyes glowed with malice, lips curled into a villainous smile.
"You let him escape? You let a chicken-shaped god humiliate us?"
She slashed down with a blade of moonlight, severing the man's arm.
"Find him," she ordered coldly. "Find this... 'Shaolin.' I want to know who dares challenge the heavens from the shadows."
She turned toward a scrying mirror showing Shaolin's figure walking through fire like an emperor.
Her smile widened.
"This should be fun."