One Trait Draw Per Year Even Simulations Count

[Fortune Star.]

[Winged God Church’s Fortune Star headquarters.]

[This so-called church headquarters was actually as vast as a city.]

[Not a single human was to be seen here, only Winged Clan members and other alien races living together.]

[The roads were spotless, the buildings gleamed with radiance, and white-winged men flew in pairs through the sky, chanting unfamiliar church hymns.]

[In the grand cathedral, the Archpriest of the Winged God Church was hosting an esteemed guest at a hundred-meter-long red banquet table — the Myriad Treasures Child Goddess.]

[”To have Senior Myriad Treasures here is truly an honor for our church.”]

[The Archpriest raised an extravagant wine glass and offered a toast to the Myriad Treasures Child Goddess with a dignified gesture.]

[The Myriad Treasures Child Goddess was very short, so she floated above her chair using a Divine Art.]

[She shot the Archpriest a sidelong glance and said coldly.][”Drop these empty formalities. I only want to know what you need me to refine for you, and then get my payment as soon as possible.”]

[The Archpriest’s expression didn’t change, still wearing a face full of hypocritical smiles.]

[”Yes, yes, of course. As you know, those unruly commoners on our Fortune Star never obey discipline. I’d like you to refine a magical artifact that can control these troublemakers.

For example, we could implant a sub-component of the artifact into their bodies without affecting their ability to work, while I hold the master component in my hand. If anyone disobeys, I can use the artifact to make their lives a living hell!

The key is that the control mechanism must be usable even by those with lower cultivation levels.

You understand, management costs are quite high too.

I’m sure an artifact like this would be a trivial matter for someone of your skill.”]

[The Myriad Treasures Child Goddess continued to eye the Archpriest sideways.]

[”Do you really need to go through this much trouble on a third-class star? Aside from your Winged God Church, I don’t see any other cultivator factions on this planet.”]

[”You can never be too careful when it comes to immortal cultivation, after all. There’s still the Star Harbor connecting us to the outside world. Especially your human race... oh, I don’t mean you specifically! Especially the humans — we need to use them, but we also need to guard against them!”]

[The Myriad Treasures Child Goddess pondered for a moment, then held up three fingers.]

[”I need this much.”]

[The Archpriest was taken aback.]

[”Isn’t that a bit too expensive?”]

[”Then find someone else.”]

[”Fine, deal!”]

[Just as the two were concluding their negotiation, a White Priest of the Winged God Church burst in.]

[”Archpriest! T-t-t-t-terrible news...”]

[Seeing the newcomer barge through the door without any announcement and making a ruckus, the Archpriest was immediately furious.]

[”What’s all this shouting about?! Can’t you see I’m entertaining a distinguished guest?! Even if the sky were falling, you’d wait outside!”]

[”Archpriest, the enemy has broken into the headquarters! Our people are suffering heavy casualties. In the short time it took me to rush here, corpses are already piled up all over the city! I believe he’s coming straight for you!”]

[”What?! Why didn’t you say so earlier!”]

[When the Archpriest and the Myriad Treasures Child Goddess stepped outside the grand cathedral, the moment the heavy metal doors swung open, countless white feathers came rushing at their faces.]

[These feathers had all been plucked from the wings of the Winged Clan.]

[Looking up, the winged men in the sky were dropping in groups like dumplings being poured into a pot.]

[The eight legions under the Winged God Church were also being routed by the attacker, with casualties strewn everywhere.]

[They squinted to get a better look — who was the enemy?]

[”A Holy Dragon Man?!”]

[The Archpriest felt like a thunderbolt had detonated inside his skull.]

[That figure soaring and diving through the sky, treading upon crimson auspicious clouds, covered in red dragon scales — who else could it be but a Holy Dragon Man?]

[The might of the Holy Dragon Society shook the entire Celestial River local galaxy.]

[As the leading race among all clans in the Celestial River local galaxy, the Holy Dragon Clan was born with noble bloodlines and an aura of inviolability.]

[The Archpriest had lost all will to fight. He spread his arms wide, lowered his head, and dragged his immaculate robes as he walked out of the cathedral.]

[”Great Holy Dragon lord, why would you attack our humble Winged God Church? Whatever we may have done wrong, please forgive our ignorance. We are willing to become your servants, for all eternity!”]

[The man spoke as if he were singing.]

[You shifted your form and returned to your human appearance.]

[”Holy Dragon my ass! Take a good look at what I really am!”]

[After saying that, you felt something was off.]

[You wanted to add ”I’m not a thing at all,” but that somehow sounded even worse.]

[The Archpriest kept his head bowed.]

[”No! We lowly races dare not gaze upon the noble Holy Dragon lord!”]

[You rolled your eyes, then blasted downward and delivered a backhand slap that sent the Archpriest spinning a full seven hundred and twenty degrees through the air.]

[”I’m a human!”]

[The Archpriest and all the Winged God Church members present were stunned. How could a human possess the innate talent of the Holy Dragon Clan?]

[Losing to the Holy Dragon Clan was still acceptable.]

[Being beaten like this by a human was a bit hard to swallow.]

[Given how noble the Holy Dragon Clan was, they held humans in the utmost contempt. They would never impersonate any other race — least of all humans.]

[So the Archpriest was certain that when you said you were human, you really were human. At the very least, you couldn’t possibly be Holy Dragon Clan.]

[”How dare you, human! You have the audacity to run rampant in our Winged God Church! Face the judgment of the Winged God! Where are my eight legions!”]

[The eight legions had already taken a wave of casualties from you moments ago.]

[Now that the Archpriest gave the order, masses of enemies flooded in from all corners of the city and beyond its walls, surrounding you on every side.]

[”We will defend the Winged God Church to the death!!”]

[They charged forward with their battle cries.]

[You crossed your arms over your chest, a slight smile curling at the corner of your mouth.]

[”Shatter.”]

[An invisible wall materialized beside you.]

[Any enemy who crossed that line had their body instantly torn apart into pieces, each part going its separate way.]

[This was your newly comprehended Earth Fiend Divine Ability, Shatter. Not only could it separate your own body, but it could also separate others’.]

[However, for now this move was purely a Divine Ability — it hadn’t been refined into a Divine Art, so it had certain limitations.]

[Those far below your cultivation level could be shattered from a distance. Those not far below required closer range to take effect. And those above your cultivation level were completely immune.]

[Among the military legions under the Winged God Church, the highest cultivation levels were only a handful of Core Formation realm practitioners. Most were Innate Martial Artists with a few Qi Transformation realm cultivators — none of them posed any threat to you at all.]

[After one wave of their charge, the eight legions hadn’t even touched a single thread of your clothes.]

[Watching their own people fall from the sky like ingredients in a hotpot — pieces scattered every which way — those in the back were utterly dumbfounded.]

[”This is... a Divine Ability, isn’t it...”]

[”He must be at the Extreme Terrain Realm!”]

[”Humans can reach the Extreme Terrain Realm too? This is the first time I’ve seen one!”]

[”Forget Extreme Terrain, look how easily he’s demolishing us. He’s at least Transcendent Realm!”]

[”We’ve been stuck on a third-class star. How did we offend someone this important?”]

[These enforcers of the Winged God Church, made up of Three-Eyed Clan and Scale Clan members who had always thrown their weight around on Fortune Star, were nearly all dead in the blink of an eye.]