"Don't think I'm trying to discourage you, but if it were a one-on-one fight, or even if you were to fight three against one, you wouldn't stand a chance against the gods of India."

Li Xuanzu spoke calmly.

He had also witnessed the power of the creator god.

It is powerful and its moves are varied and difficult to deal with.

"In the end, they are just a group of perfect imaginary creations. No one is perfect, so how can they possibly win?"

Old Huang sighed, but he didn't intend to give up.

"But I still don't quite understand how India was able to produce three creator gods."

Where does so much faith power come from?

Li Xuanzu even felt a little palpitated.

Vishnu never actually intervened.

But Li Xuanzu knew that He was only trying to preserve His strength.

If a fight breaks out, no one will benefit.

"Could it be that the Dragon Kingdom... truly cannot summon gods?"

"We worked so hard... but in the end, we only benefited India, a country that doesn't even have reborn people."

"I'm not reconciled!"

Leng An clenched his fists.

He had long realized that the role of psionicists was beginning to diminish.

Zombies exist in every country, but the situation has stabilized in all of them.

Every nation cultivates its people's faith, attempting to awaken the gods in their mythology.

"What can we do? We can't kill these things, and you can't beat them either."

"Going to India again now would be pointless; I can't intervene any further."

Li Xuanzu spread his hands, indicating that he had no other choice.

"Thank you all, but I won't give up. I'll at least give it my all."

"Perfect timing. Let me take you to meet the three exorcists. They are not comfortable meeting the world."

Old Huang stood up and invited the group to leave.

An ancient architectural complex; Old Huang led his people into the tall building at the very center.

He opened a hidden door, and the vermilion main pillar trembled, revealing a long road before everyone's eyes.

"To prevent any accidents from happening to the three of them, I sent them to a completely safe and secluded place to cultivate."

"Anyway, there are plenty of statues belonging to them outside, so there's no worry about a lack of faith power."

The group entered through the hidden door, and after an unknown amount of time, they finally saw a beam of light.

There were three more heavy stone gates, and outside each gate stood a statue.

A fox, an old man, and a bald, fat man.

“Huang Jianshu of the Dragon Kingdom, please invite the three of you to come out for a chat.”

As soon as Old Huang finished speaking, the stone door slowly opened.

"Jianshu, has the Chosen One begun?"

A slightly weathered voice came from inside the stone door corresponding to the old man's statue.

"No, but it will be soon. I'm thinking of arranging for the three of you to meet with some important figures from the Dragon Kingdom."

Old Huang shook his head in response.

The three people inside are naturally Tianyan, Chunyang, and Wang Yingxiong.

The one who just spoke was the Pure Yang Taoist.

“What’s the point of seeing each other? It’s better to take advantage of the time to convert more faith into merit.”

A rough voice rang out.

Despite saying that, the three of them still emerged from the shadows of the stone gate one after another.

A plump old monk, an old Taoist priest with half-white hair, and a man wearing a green military overcoat.

Li Xuanzu had met these three people at a previous meeting of psionicists.

As reborn individuals, Ouyang Ningxue and Leng An had naturally met him as well.

Fu Yu, however, seemed somewhat reserved.

"I have forgotten my secular name. You may call me by my Taoist name, Chunyang."

Although they were somewhat dissatisfied, Huang Lao had mentioned an important person, so the three of them dared not be negligent.

"My Buddhist name is Tianyan; I'll leave my secular name aside."

"My name is Wang Yingxiong, I'm from Northeast China. You can call me Brother Yingxiong or Brother Wang if you don't mind. I'm a shaman, a disciple of the Hu Xian family's shrine. You can come to me for consultations."

Tianyan gave a rather bland introduction.

On the contrary, Wang Yingxiong was quite enthusiastic.

The large black mass inside Li Xuanzu's body suddenly began to stir, but it was quickly suppressed.

"Brother Li, that's him!"

"He was the one who led his men to injure me that day!"

Big Black's voice was very urgent.

"Then what?"

"If you want revenge, wait until your next life. You can't beat him anyway."

"And I won't let you make a move."

Li Xuanzu used his divine sense to reply to Dahei.

"But you..."

"I never promised you I'd get revenge for you, did I?"

"Stay put and cause me trouble, or I won't hesitate to kill you right now."

Li Xuanzu was already showing signs of discarding the strange creature within him after it had served its purpose.

Big Black's current role is negligible, so Li Xuanzu really intends to find a time to get rid of it.

He wasn't a very good person to begin with, letting waste reside in his body.

Big Black didn't dare to speak.

It probably never imagined that Li Xuanzu would harbor murderous intentions towards it because of these things.

Even it believes that it has integrated into human society.

"Let me tell you, the gods in India are very powerful, so if you encounter them, there's no need to fight to the death. Just back down when necessary."

"Also, I'll teach you another set of merit-building techniques. Try your best to defeat the Chosen One."

Li Xuanzu tossed down a thin booklet, which contained a handwritten copy of an offensive technique used by merit-based cultivators, based on his memory.

There are many attack methods in it, and it mainly talks about how to use the power of merit.

If there really was only one technique, there would be no need to go to such lengths to make a special trip; one could simply ask Elder Huang to pass it on.

"Practice on your own first, and ask me if you don't understand. The Chosen One won't be around for long."

Li Xuanzu's words immediately roused Tianyan and Chunyang, who had been somewhat impatient.

The two men, despite their advanced age, stood there obediently like children.

"Pass it around and see for yourself. I'll leave a Blood Servant here; ask it if you don't understand."

Li Xuanzu did not want to waste time on such matters.

Although it is indirectly related to his interests, the time spent is disproportionate to the returns.

The main reason is that it's too much trouble.

Leng An and Ouyang Ningxue naturally became supporting characters.

However, neither of them was annoyed, since Li Xuanzu was already strong, so there was nothing wrong with that.

Afterwards, Old Huang led his men away from the secret room.

“You guys… never mind, Lao Huang, just come to my place later and give those spirit cores to Leng An.”

Li Xuanzu originally intended to say something to the two of them.

However, just thinking about the appearance of the Heavenly Dao of Blue Star makes me feel disgusted.

"Thanks."

Leng An thanked Li Xuanzu very solemnly.

He didn't understand what Li Xuanzu was doing at first, and even looked down on it.

But Ouyang Ningxue told him the truth about this world and the origin of his rebirth.

He had initially only understood, but now he felt complete awe for Li Xuanzu.

Behind every inexplicable event he undertakes lies a legitimate purpose.

Despite the complexities, the underlying causes are all moving in the same direction.