Sage Monarch

Whether it was creating godstones or godnotes, Yang Qi could now do it easily, then recover the lost godpower with very little effort.

For all intents and purposes, he could just keep creating godnotes as long as he wanted. Millions. Billions. Trillions. There would be no end to it.

He was essentially a money printing machine.

Things were already very, very different from before his godly ascension. Back then, it had been far too draining to make godnotes.

Now he was completely rich. In the days to come, there wouldn't be anyone who could match up to him in terms of wealth. Now that he had monarch godhood, he was already in the position to match up to Consummate Gods, and the God Legion Seal would ensure that he would never run out of godpower.

Even more impressive were the additional functions of the seal that he could now access. For instance, he had just created a virtual god kingdom which had absorbed the godstones and godnotes he had summoned. That was a function of the God Legion Seal.

Yang Qi was a god now, but he wasn't able to actually make a real god kingdom. At best, he could make a virtual version. Right now, he was only an early Lesser God, and an actual god kingdom wouldn't come until he was a Consummate God.

As for the other functions of the God Legion Seal now available to him, they would take some time and research to reveal.

'What if I take that mountain of imperial caliber godstones and condense it!? Let's make some holy caliber godstones!'

Exhaling some vital energy and backing it with his monarch godhood, he sent intense flames onto the mountain of imperial caliber godstones, which began slowly shrinking as impurities were forced out.

RUMBLE!

The outflux of vital energy and godpower caused Yang Qi's face to turn a bit pale.

In the shortest of moments, he lost more godpower than a Lesser God could build up in ten thousand years of cultivation. Yet in the blink of an eye, the God Legion Seal restored him to normal.

Now, that small mountain of imperial caliber godstones was only the size of a fist. It was now a holy caliber godstone, and as he pulled it from the god kingdom and into his hand, it thrummed with what sounded like a holy saint preaching the dao or baptizing believers.

Shoddy, normal, greater, noble, imperial, holy, perfect. Those were the calibers of godstones. Among them, imperial caliber stones were considered very high quality, and were the type that many people never even laid eyes on. In the House of God Ordainment, one had to turn in a lot of merit points to get even one. As for holy calibers, they could be encountered by chance, but never searched for and found.

And they would never appear in the mines operated by the sect. They only came about thanks to dramatic and disastrous events.

Yet here Yang Qi had one in his hand.

Unfortunately, he could sense that it wouldn't be a good idea to make more of them. Although he could deal with the godpower loss, in terms of will and psyche, he couldn't sustain the effort over and over again.

'Now let's check my fighting prowess!' With that, he reined in the God Legion Seal. Right now, he wanted to see what his own cultivation base was capable of. Launching a fist strike, he broke open a rift in space, which caused a huge tempest to spring up, accompanied by the wailing of ghosts and weeping of gods.

Not worried at all, he sent out the power of his will to pacify the tempest, then stepped forward into the rift.

Inside, he saw endless darkness, as well as chaotic space-time. It was hard to say what unfathomable secrets were hidden in the god world. One thing he knew was that there were almighty entities who resided in this chaotic space-time, instead of in the actual god world.

The god world obviously wasn't as simple as it seemed. It contained countless other minor worlds within it.

Off in the distance, Yang Qi saw an immense god kingdom that radiated dazzling light that pacified the chaotic fluctuations around it. That was the god kingdom of the House of God Ordainment.

Right now, he couldn't simply go there. He needed to return the normal way, through teleportation portals.

Waving his hands, he opened another portal and stepped out onto a mountain that was fully five kilometers away from where he had been standing earlier.

'Spatial teleportation like this makes it easy to move around very quickly. But it's a big drain on godpower, and requires a very strong psyche. The mental strength required to lock on to the spatial coordinates is immense. No wonder the White-Haired Boxer King didn't try anything like this.' After making some inward assessments, Yang Qi nodded. 'Given my current cultivation base, I should be able to go directly to the sixth floor of the temple on the Toxic Continent. I wonder what treasures exist there. Or should I go back to the sect first? The White-Haired Boxer King thinks I'm dead. There's no way that he could ever guess that, not only am I still alive, but I've actually formed monarch godhood. Although, for the time being I should probably hide my monarch godhood. Given that I'm a god now, I can apply to become an elite disciple. However, that would involve them inspecting my godhood. Maybe I'll just hold off for now. Yeah. The best thing to do now is to head back to the Toxic Continent and see what's on the sixth floor and higher. Maybe I can even reach the ninth floor!'

He had already been gone from the sect for three months, so what was another three? Besides, Bai Yin was there to cover for him, and would say that he was out on a mission. And the White-Haired Boxer King would claim ignorance if anyone asked about him.

It wasn't uncommon for disciples of the House of God Ordainment to vanish for years at a time. There were even situations where a disciple might be gone for a hundred years before returning. So a few months obviously wasn't a big deal.

Using his Devil-God Seal, he hid the evidence of his god aura, making him virtually invisible. Then he entered the god kingdom, went to the teleportation portal, and used it to go to the Toxic Continent.

The place was filled with toxic mist just like always, but obviously, Yang Qi wasn't worried about that. Before long he was in the Chaos-Forge God-Shrine, but this time it looked very different. He could see the internal structure of the place, the innumerable spell formations that made it up, and how they were almost welded to space itself.

Soon he was on the fifth floor.

Just as casually as before, he summoned a black hole that sucked in all of the toxins on the fifth floor, turning them into a crystalline mass that dropped into his palm. It was an object that, if detonated, could easily kill most Greater Gods.

He didn't need something like that, but it would definitely be useful to his people.

If he wanted to kill the White-Haired Boxer King now, he could use a simple fist strike to blow the man up, killing even his nascent divinity.

Unfortunately, none of his subordinates could possibly survive a fight with the White-Haired Boxer King. But with this weapon, they might, although they would likely injure themselves in the process. Yang Qi decided he would have to study it some more, and perhaps strengthen its structure, turning it into a more powerful god item.

It was similar to a gunpowder explosive from the impure lands. If detonated incorrectly, it could hurt or kill the person wielding it. But wielded properly, it could make someone almost invincible.

Yang Qi climbed the stairs to the sixth floor and saw that the dense toxic mist was fully fused with the space around it.

But with his monarch godhood, Yang Qi didn't care. He drew on the God Legion Seal, and golden light shot out, stilling any spatial tempests. Then he waved the sleeve of his God Legion Battle Robe, sucking in all of the toxic mist and clearing the sixth floor.

The place was made completely of dark gold, making it look similar to the Hell of Mahānata. And it looked like there wasn't anything there, not even a single treasure.

However, that was when Yang Qi realized that there were nine pillars holding up the ceiling. And they were covered with cinnabar-colored magical symbols that almost looked like they had been written in blood. In fact, they were flowing. Yang Qi could tell that they were ancient, and had been placed there by some supremely powerful expert. After all, blood that could flow after so many years surrounded by a toxic miasma was obviously incredibly strong.

'What incredibly powerful god put this here? It's such an incredible sealing magic. I guess the treasures here must be in those nine columns.'