320: On the day of the divine arrival, the meeting of the Hidden Immortals was held.

May 1st, 5038.

On this day, all television sets in Japan once again began broadcasting Edo Satellite TV programs.

The Emperor of Japan personally announced that the entire nation would worship the one and only True God, Xu Le, and organized a unified religion, the Zhenyi Cult.

Next was the address given by the True God, Xu Le.

The first command was that Japan would henceforth be renamed the True God Nation, and the first Emperor would be conferred upon the former Emperor's second son, Amaha Tomo, while the first Pope of the Zhenyi Cult would be conferred upon Gong Juren.

*Whoosh!*

The entire nation was shocked!

The country's name was changed.

Everyone now had a God above them, and this God was supreme, even appointing and dismissing their most respected Emperor Your Majesty.

What was this supposed to be?

This was worse than usurping the throne; it was spitting in the face of all Japanese people.

Some rushed onto the streets in anger, and before they could find like-minded people, they were instantly killed; some stifled their frustration and pulled out their Katana, preparing to commit seppuku; most only dared to curse and weep... The second announcement declared that Koizumi Shiro had rebelled, leading three hundred Self-Defense Forces members and over seven hundred rebellious citizens in treason, and had been annihilated by Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals.

Those preparing to commit seppuku froze instantly!

Only a thousand people died? They had personally witnessed more than that, let alone the entire nation of Japan!

If he truly committed seppuku, he would not only be branded a traitor, but it would even be difficult for him to become a mere statistic after death. They could already imagine the news reporting that three traitors had followed Koizumi Shiro... Baka! No!

I want to live! I must expose the God's conspiracy.

Unconsciously, people already regarded Xu Le as a God; without the power of a God, it would be impossible to control Japan so quickly.

The third matter was declaring May 1st every year as God Arrival Day. On this day, the God would descend upon the True God Nation, and Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals would wander the mortal world. Everyone must close their doors and windows and draw their curtains, or they would suffer Divine Punishment.

The 1st and 15th of every month were designated as Sacrifice Days, requiring everyone to pray for three minutes facing Xu Le's statue, or they would also suffer Divine Punishment.

As command after command was announced, Xu Le's reputation in Japan—no, in the True God Nation—was utterly ruined.

Countless people cursed him aloud or in their hearts, but naturally, he also gained a group of loyal believers.

After all, the people of the True God Nation inherently admire strength.

They recorded Xu Le's every word and action, treating them as life mottos.

Xu Le began to Cultivate the Faith Deification Method. Any strong emotion directed towards him could be converted into faith. Essentially, love and hatred for him were the same.

However, Xu Le still preferred hearing compliments. He selected eleven Cardinals from among his devoted believers, who, along with Yokota Masaru and Pope Gong Juren, formed the upper echelon of the Zhenyi Cult.

Xu Le also announced the use of donations from believers to form the Knight Legion. To truly interfere with the national policies of the True God Nation, a powerful armed force was still necessary.

Gong Juren scratched his head: "Brother Le, wait, God, I don't know how to be a Pope!"

Over the past two days, Gong Juren had truly witnessed Xu Le's power, and his mindset had begun to change.

But if he were truly asked to take the position immediately, he felt his capabilities were somewhat lacking.

Xu Le said, "If you don't know how, learn slowly. The toy I made casually was meant to be played with."

In fact, keeping God Arrival Day alone was enough for all citizens of the True God Nation to remember him and gain sufficient faith.

The rest of the methods were merely auxiliary measures to increase output and quantity.

Gong Juren was deeply moved in his heart, thinking that Brother Le was truly good to him—not only promoting him to film dramas but now also elevating him to Pope.

"Brother Le, are we not filming *Elm Street* anymore?"

"Film it! Why wouldn't we film it? Change Freddy's name to mine, and portray him as even more wicked and ferocious. The only requirement is that he cannot be defeated!"

"Huh? You're going to film the drama yourself?"

Xu Le shook his head: "No, I don't have time. Use AI Technology."

Hearing a field he was familiar with, Gong Juren felt he could finally be useful and excitedly raised his hand: "I guarantee the mission will be completed!"

...That evening.

A private plane flew toward the True God Nation.

They were members of the Hidden Immortal Society, coming this time to negotiate peace with Xu Le.

To show sincerity, each person wore a small white flag pinned to their chest.

Diss John looked at the white flag on his chest and cursed angrily: "F*ck, I am a Blazing Sun Realm Peak from Lighthouse Country, yet I need to wear this thing just to meet a youngster under 19. What are the Immortals thinking?"

Brook Long swallowed a mouthful of red wine, uncaring: "Maybe they're praising him to death! Look at that guy named Yamamoto; he only lasted seven or eight years. This yellow-skinned monkey is so arrogant, I bet he won't live past two years."

"Hahaha, that makes sense!" John laughed heartily, and the depression in his heart eased considerably.

*Boom!*

A startling clap of Thunder.

A golden lightning bolt struck the helicopter, sparks flew wildly, and the pilot was instantly incinerated into ash.

John and the other man reacted quickly, immediately activating their Spiritual Domains, barely managing to block the strike.

However, a tear appeared in both of their Spiritual Domains, and their ancestral spirits suffered heavy damage.

Brook Long's mind raced. In a flash of lightning, he realized who the attacker was and immediately conceded:

"Your Excellency Xu Le, we are from the Hidden Immortal Society, and we come with good intentions."

Unfortunately, no one heard their voices. Xu Le had merely sensed a plane entering the True God Nation and directly controlled lightning, sending a bolt from afar.

Sensing that the two men's aura persisted, Xu Le sent another bolt of Thunder. Their ancestral spirits stepped forward and once again withstood the strike.

Just as the two men sighed in relief, they saw a third bolt, a fourth bolt... F*ck!

Shit!

...Video conference of the Eight Immortal Lords of the Hidden Immortal Society.

"This is too barbaric! We intended to negotiate peace with him, yet he dared to directly kill the envoys. He truly regards us as nothing!"

"They were just two minor Blazing Sun Realm youngsters. With our methods, isn't it easy to Cultivate two more?"

"Is this about the loss? This is a slap in our faces! If we don't kill him, the world will laugh at us for being gutless."

"I support Immortal Lord Kai taking action to kill Xu Le."

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"

Immortal Lord Kai was a middle-aged white man. He had been displeased earlier, but upon hearing that he was expected to act, he immediately became anxious:

"F*ck! What are you seconding? Who said anything about going to kill Xu Le? Tang Immortal Lord, you are also a person of Great Xia; perhaps you should handle your own kin."

Tang Immortal Lord looked like a sixty-something old man. Hearing this, he shook his head like a rattle-drum:

"Although I am not afraid of him, I was aggressive in my early years. Now the Calamity Qi has deeply penetrated my lungs and viscera. If I truly make a move, I might not live long."

The crowd exchanged glances. They were all in similar situations. Although they rarely acted, years of accumulation meant there were always those who courted death.

Amidst the silence... Tang Immortal Lord spoke: "Today is the God Arrival Day set by that youngster. We will send someone over tomorrow."

"Good!" The Immortal Lords found an excuse, all breathing a sigh of relief, and soon began chatting and laughing again.