Have to Fight The Way of Heaven Manifesting All Beings No, It's the Big Fat Orange Cat

One heavyweight figure after another appeared at the tribunal, and the Divine Land's Heavenly Dao knew it could no longer hold onto its thirteen highest-ranking celestial deities.

For an entity as deeply rooted and profound as itself, this was a devastating blow!

But if it meant sending these calamitous visitors away, then so be it—it could still endure the loss.

"Esteemed guests from another world, this is the ninth revision of the proposal. Is there anything else you'd like adjusted?"

Once again, the Divine Land's Heavenly Dao humbly presented the foundational laws governing the operation of the Incense Divine Path system.

Chen Yi took it, scrutinized it briefly, then nodded slightly. "Not bad. After so many revisions, you must have gained quite the understanding of how to optimize the flaws in the Incense Divine Path system, right?"

Buzz—

The heavens trembled.

The Divine Land's Heavenly Dao suddenly felt an ominous premonition, as though a tremendous variable had emerged—one misstep, and it would face eternal damnation!

"Ahahaha... What do you mean by that? I’m afraid I don’t quite follow."

Chen Yi smirked. "Playing dumb, are we?"

This guy was a master at feigning ignorance—unless his hypocritical facade was torn open, he’d never come clean!

The Divine Land's Heavenly Dao immediately panicked. "Isn’t this unnecessary? I’ve given you everything you asked for. Nine revisions of the proposal, thirteen highest-ranking celestial deities handed over—isn’t that enough to prove my sincerity?"

Chen Yi shook his head slightly. No more acting—it was time to lay the cards on the table. "With your wisdom, surely you’ve guessed why I want the Incense Divine Path system. You of all beings should understand how crucial talent is to a world’s development."

Hearing this, the Divine Land's Heavenly Dao fell silent.

Of course it knew this villain’s intentions!

In this era, the gates of immortality were sealed shut, the Heavenly Tribulation suppressing all realms. With the path upward locked, the immense pressure would inevitably give rise to a figure of unparalleled brilliance—one who would rebuild the Immortal Realm!

The only question was which world would be fortunate enough to bear such a variable, ensuring its inevitable ascension.

However... if this guy thought the Divine Land would meekly submit and bleed itself dry, he’d have to show some real capability!

After all, the Immortal Realm had merely closed its doors for a nap—it hadn’t sealed its coffin and buried itself!

So this battle—whether it wanted to fight or not—was unavoidable.

Did he really think fifteen True Immortal avatars could force the True Immortal Realm to yield?

Let the real deal come forth!

With this thought, the Divine Land's Heavenly Dao no longer concealed its aura, revealing its strength—Half-Step Mystic Immortal!

The Divine Land was a peak True Immortal-level world, and its Heavenly Dao should logically be at the Heavenly Immortal peak. But the Divine Land was prosperous, its foundations profound. By marshaling the full might of heaven and earth, it could suppress even a Heavenly Immortal—or even contend with a Mystic Immortal!

In an instant, the highest-ranking celestial deities in the tribunal, who had been hanging their heads in defeat, suddenly looked up, bursting into laughter:

"Hahaha! The Heavenly Dao has awakened! The Heavenly Dao has finally awakened! You rebels are dead now!"

Others might not know, but as one of the core leaders of the Central Heavenly Court, how could he not?

Before the Heavenly Dao’s might, even the highest-ranking celestial deities were nothing more than fragile clay—shattered at a touch!

What was that guy Ye Wuchen anyway?

So what if he was strong?

What did it matter that thirteen highest-ranking celestial deities couldn’t defeat him?

He was merely invincible under the heavens—but what could he do if Heaven itself acted?

He was doomed!

"Moron."

Ye Wuchen’s response was succinct, even disdainful as he shot the man a sidelong glance.

As long as Brother Yi was here, this Divine Land’s Heavenly Dao wouldn’t stand a chance!

Who could kill me? Who would dare?!

Seeing Ye Wuchen’s arrogance, the celestial deity’s heart clenched. He roared, his voice laced with desperation, "Still acting tough when death’s at your door? Do you really think your trump card can stand against the Heavenly Dao?!"

Slap!

Ye Wuchen backhanded him across the face, his deep eyes flashing with three parts mockery, three parts indifference, and four parts nonchalance. "Just watch quietly. No need for the chatter."

No sooner had he spoken—

Outside the tribunal, amidst the churning sea of clouds—

Chen Yi’s one-star Chaos avatar instantly fused with eight colored orbs, ascending to three stars!

Then, a massive, pitch-black halberd slowly materialized. A mere wisp of its aura collapsed the void, and the faint pressure it exuded was like an invisible giant hand, instantly gripping the throats of all living beings. An indescribable sense of suffocation shot straight to the crown of their heads!

Fast—

The Heavenly Dao’s pressure came swiftly... and left just as swiftly.

After barely brushing against the black halberd, it immediately recognized the futility of resistance. The thick clouds dispersed, only to reform into a massive rainbow—a gesture of goodwill.

Its message was clear:

I surrender, brother! I’ll smile for you—whatever you want, I’ll do it. You’re the boss!

"This... this can’t be?!"

The celestial deity’s pupils trembled violently, filled with disbelief.

"Nothing’s impossible." Ye Wuchen shook his head, sighing faintly. "Back when I was young and arrogant, I didn’t believe it either—thought it was absolutely impossible. But there are always miracles that defy reason. When I stood proud under the sun, thinking myself invincible, I suddenly looked up and saw the vast sea of stars... and realized how insignificant I truly was."

"I don’t understand!" The celestial deity was utterly baffled. "Why would powerful beings like you bother fighting for the weak? What’s the point? What do you gain from it?"

Ye Wuchen smiled faintly. "If you see the poor being bullied and don’t stand up for them, then you’re just an accomplice."

"So you come to bully me instead? What did I do to you?" The celestial deity’s lips twitched.

"Because I feel like it. Got a problem?" Ye Wuchen replied calmly. "Bullying the weak is cowardly. But bullying those who bully the weak? Now that’s satisfying."

The celestial deity: "..."

After a pause, he finally cracked. "You bastard!!!"

Meanwhile—

Above the sea of clouds—

The Divine Land’s Heavenly Dao manifested.

It took on myriad forms—different beings perceived it differently, shaped by their own understanding and imagination of the Heavenly Dao. Some might see a delicate, doll-like little girl; others, a kind and benevolent elder. A tiger might gaze upon an insurmountable mountain, while a mayfly glimpsed an indescribable ancestral horror...

But what did Chen Yi see?

Influenced by the Purple Star Heavenly Dao, whenever another Heavenly Dao manifested before him... no matter what form it took, he couldn’t help but see it as a hachimitsu (cute creature). At first glance, the Divine Land’s Heavenly Dao’s manifested form appeared to him as nothing more than a chubby orange tabby.

Well, it fit his impression. After all, the Divine Land was rich and prosperous—being a little plump was only natural.

The Heavenly Dao Tabby: "..."

What the hell is wrong with this guy?!

With just one look, he’d fixed its myriad forms into a single image!

What kind of terrifying willpower was this? How absurdly domineering!

Now, no matter how it manifested in the future, it would forever be... a chubby orange cat.

Damn it!

The Heavenly Dao couldn’t possibly present itself to the world like this! Its dignity was ruined!

"Meow—"

It let out a rough, unrefined sound, attempting to shift into another form. But no matter what it tried, it couldn’t overcome Chen Yi’s unshakable perception.

Despite giving it his all, he found himself powerless to resist. In the end, he simply stretched out his four stubby little legs and flopped onto the cloud layer, resigning himself with a meow:

"Meow~ The incense-god system can indeed be optimized according to your proposal. But the beliefs of mortals are already deeply ingrained—Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither was this systemic corruption. The overall climate being what it is, changing the rules won't solve the root problem. No matter how many replacements you bring in, they'll eventually revert to the old ways!"

"So, I'm washing my paws of this. If you want to leech off it, fine—send your own people to manage it. Do it well, and I benefit too. But if it goes poorly, or worse, if even your people get corrupted by the system... don't say I didn't warn you!"