I can't eat anymore, I really can't eat anymore

Refinement is refinement, fusion is fusion—the two should not be confused.

Refinement is like chewing food in your mouth; it must be thoroughly broken down before swallowing. Fusion, on the other hand, is digestion—only after absorption can it be utilized.

The Zi Wei Heavenly Dao possesses the Flying Star Brand’s ultra-powerful core driver, boasting formidable "teeth" that crunched through the True Immortal-grade law essence of the Qingyun Heavenly Dao in just two days. However, fully integrating it into the Purple Star Continent is a long and arduous process.

After all, this is a major upgrade to the foundational law system, requiring consideration of countless factors. It must resolve incompatibility issues, reconcile regional resistance, and expand to every corner of the Purple Star Continent—a monumental task that demands significant time, even with the Flying Star Brand’s ultra-powerful core driver.

Currently, the Zi Wei Heavenly Dao has completed about 95% of the upgrade. The remaining 5% is due to the influx of non-native Flying Star cultivators, whose unique attributes require further adjustment before the final upgrade can be implemented.

There’s no other way. While the Zi Wei Heavenly Dao could forcibly proceed without regard for the Flying Star cultivators’ adaptability, it is too kind-hearted—and, having incurred a great karmic debt to the Flying Star lineage, it naturally wants to treat these "babies" well.

In fact, the preferential treatment of Flying Star cultivators has even stirred jealousy among the native Purple Star inhabitants. Many now seek out Flying Star disciples under the guise of "friendly sparring," only to beat them black and blue. Even punishments don’t deter them...

Of course, the early stages of integration between different peoples are always marked by growing pains. Conflict breeds familiarity, and only by enduring it can the grand unity of "Heaven and Earth’s Great Love, One Family Alliance" be achieved!

Still, this initial phase is undeniably tough. The Zi Wei Heavenly Dao’s capacity is already stretched thin accommodating the Flying Star cultivators—adding another world would surely lead to chaos!

Chen Yi is well aware of this. His introduction of the Incense God Path and the recruitment of a herd of "livestock" from the Divine Land is precisely to address this issue.

"Zi Wei, don’t worry. This cross-border teleportation array is meant to bring in a special batch of Incense Gods—30,000 in the first wave, all high-grade 'materials' equivalent to Nascent Soul realm or above. Among them, 3,000 are at the Soul Formation stage, 2,000 at the Unity stage, 500 at the Tribulation Transcendence stage, 72 at the Quasi-Immortal (Second Rank) level, and 13 at the True Immortal (First Rank) level!"

It must be said—the Divine Land is truly wealthy. As a True Immortal-grade world, the Qingyun Continent, aside from the anomaly Han Qianxue, had only one True Immortal and a handful of Quasi-Immortals. Even emptied out, it barely amounted to a tenth of the Divine Land’s reserves.

And yet, even after losing so much, the Divine Land still retains half its strength. While its highest-ranking First Rank Incense Gods were completely wiped out, half of the Second Rank and below remain, maintaining normal operations.

Truly a vast land of abundance, teeming with talent—worthy of the name Divine Land!

Hearing Chen Yi’s numbers, the gluttonous Zi Wei was dumbfounded, instinctively clutching its stomach in distress:

"Yi-ge... is this... is this right? So many cultivators... I... I can’t possibly digest them all..."

It was indeed tempted, but its "mouth" was only so big—how could it swallow so many? These Incense Gods nearly matched the total number of Nascent Soul-and-above cultivators from both the native Purple Star and the migrated Flying Star lineages!

Quasi-Immortals might be manageable, but True Immortals? Absolutely not... It couldn’t handle it, truly couldn’t!

Noticing that its first concern wasn’t whether it dared to consume them but whether it could, Chen Yi couldn’t help but chuckle:

"Little glutton, relax. These Incense Gods may hold high ranks, but their quality is lacking. In terms of actual combat power, a single Purple Star cultivator could take on twenty of them, and a Flying Star cultivator could handle fifteen!"

"Besides, they’re all scoundrels with blood on their hands—no guilt in using them to fill the variables."

At this, Zi Wei’s eyes suddenly lit up. "Right! Scoundrels are perfect for filling variables. But Yi-ge, if what you say is true, their cultivation system isn’t mainstream, is it? Can they really be used? They can, right? Yi-ge, you must have another surprise for me—I want it! Meow~"

Zi Wei knew Chen Yi too well—whenever he proposed a plan, there were never loose ends.

Flying Star, Western Sea, Mystic Jade, Qingyun... Which world lay behind these Incense Gods?

So exciting!

"Look at you, always so impatient." Chen Yi smiled faintly and explained:

"The Incense God system of the Divine Land excels at driving foundational fortune development. Our Purple Star’s cultivation system, while powerful, is severely lacking in grassroots governance!"

Due to excessive individual martial prowess, high-ranking cultivators monopolize resources, recklessly destroy environments and rules, destabilizing regions. Major factions carve out territories, enforcing self-rule, oppressing the lower classes and hindering long-term progress. Fortune stagnates...

"This world is too vast. We can only steer the general direction—detailed governance is beyond our reach, leaving too much room for exploitation. This model isn’t sustainable, so we must forge a new path to balance them. The Incense God system is perfect for transplantation, forcing mutual oversight for steadier, longer strides forward!"

"We’re no longer playing small. Reforms can only take root in the early stages of development. Once rapid ascent begins, optimization becomes near-impossible."

Zi Wei swayed its head. "I don’t fully understand, but I support your decision!"

Truth be told, the Zi Wei Heavenly Dao itself didn’t know the right path forward. At its peak, it had only reached the Quasi-Immortal World tier—and even then, it failed to manage properly, leading to a major downgrade...

Now, with Chen Yi’s help, it has regained the Quasi-Immortal World tier and barely maintains control. But the real challenge is the imminent ascension to the True Immortal tier—an entirely uncharted territory.

Every step forward could be right or wrong. It couldn’t tell, truly couldn’t!

But it had Chen Yi.

That was its greatest confidence!

Even if the path ahead was shrouded in mist, fraught with peril and infinite risks, it feared nothing!

As long as Chen Yi remained, this world wouldn’t fall into chaos. It needed only to press forward!

"You, you..." Chen Yi pointed at it, amused. "It’s fine if you don’t understand now—I can still deduce a thing or two. But later, the depths will grow, and you must learn to think for yourself. My choices aren’t infallible; I might lead us astray. When that happens, only you can pull this runaway carriage back on track. Understand?"

Zi Wei tilted its head. "No, Yi-ge is never wrong. And if you are, then the world is wrong. We’ll just embrace the mistake!"

Chen Yi paused, then laughed helplessly. "This isn’t like personal cultivation. If an individual errs, they bear the consequences alone. But if a world errs, all living beings suffer. Think of your adorable little ones—could they endure it?"

Zi Wei Heavenly Dao fell silent at once.

Coincidentally, at that very moment, Chen Yi's avatar returned through the cross-realm teleportation array, bearing the optimized essence of the Incarnation Divine Path's operational laws.

"Enough, don't overthink it. When you reach a certain level of divinity, understanding will come naturally. For now, let’s focus on savoring how smooth this essence feels!"

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