Chapter 12: Murong Fu Realizes – Power Is the Path to Peace

Inside the Ten Thousand Realms Chat Group

Ninja Scientist (Orochimaru):

“You used to argue with me constantly—said my worldview was too extreme.

Now look at you. Finally waking up to reality?”

For Peace (Dragon):

“Don’t get me wrong, Snake Lord. I still disagree with your methods…

But today, I realized something—human thinking is too small.

True peace can only come from a higher power.

Only through divine strength.”

Spirit of the Demon Sword:

“But if that’s true, then why does my world still suffer even with a god?

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Pirate King of the Caribbean (Jack Sparrow):

“Easy. Those are false gods, sweetheart.”

Ninja Scientist:

“Exactly. No false god compares to mine.

In my world, we have legends about the Sage of Six Paths.

But what good did that do?

War. Endless war. Same mistakes. Same history.

Humanity never learns.”

Pirate King:

“Haha! That’s human nature, brother Snake.

Don’t get so worked up.

Me? I just want to drink rum, charm women, and be king of the world.”

Young Master Murong:

“Hmph. It’s been a while since I visited the group, and the conversation today is… odd.

Where’s Brother Li? Why isn’t he putting you rabble in your place?”

Pirate King:

“!?”

Spirit of the Demon Sword:

“!?”

Ninja Scientist:

“Great, the snob is back.”

Young Master Murong:

“Snob? Tch. Don’t be ridiculous.

You’re just a pirate drunk off seawater, and you—”

pauses to sneer

“A defected shinobi from the backwater islands of the East.”

“You dare compare yourselves to someone like me?

A Murong of the Central Plains?”

It was clear he thought of himself as nobility—refined, intelligent, above the group’s chaos.

He’d only come back to fish for attention from Second Brother Li—who he assumed was the famed Li Shimin, former Emperor of Tang.

If he could earn a martial arts secret from Li Er, maybe… just maybe…

He could finally break through to the Innate Realm.

Ninja Scientist:

“I don’t have time to waste on you.

You’ve been whining about hitting a bottleneck for months now.

The group files have two documents. Try the Meditation Technique—it’ll help.”

Young Master Murong:

“Meditation Technique? Brother Li uploaded it?”

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Spirit of the Demon Sword:

“Nope. That came from the Eternal God.

A new member... but clearly not ordinary.”

Young Master Murong:

“A god? What do you mean?”

For Peace:

“Check the files and find out for yourself.

Honestly, I don’t care for you either.

All you ever do is suck up to the powerful.

You think you’re elite, but what do you actually bring to the table?”

The group fell silent for a moment.

Murong Fu opened the file.

His fingers trembled slightly as his spiritual sense brushed the first line of the Eternal Meditation Scripture.

It was like the heavens opened for a brief instant.

His heart pounded.

“This… this is real…”

The spiritual wall that had blocked his progress for years—cracked.

The others had already moved on in the chat, joking and taunting each other.

But Murong Fu wasn’t laughing.

For the first time, he understood something.

“So this is what true power feels like.”

He sat down, legs crossed.

And for the first time in his life, he began to pray.

Murong Fu had just finished subduing a group of bandits that had been terrorizing the outer regions of Shui Village. The operation was clean, decisive.

But deep down, it meant nothing.

His dreams of restoring his fallen kingdom… were still a distant illusion.

“No matter how many victories I win, it never feels like I’m any closer.”

Back at his camp, he sat beneath a willow tree, sipping quietly from a flask of plum wine.

The breeze was cool. The horizon, empty.

He had hoped that checking in on the Ten Thousand Realms Chat Group would lift his spirits—maybe a few old arguments, some gossip, or a chance to flatter Li Er for a martial manual.

Instead, what he found made him freeze.

“A god…?”

He muttered aloud as he saw the title of the uploaded video.

[Video: Orochimaru’s Sacrifice of the Ten Thousand Snakes]

[Video: Descent of the Eternal God – Three Tails Sacrifice]

Murong Fu’s brows furrowed.

“Let’s see what kind of ‘god’ could make even that pirate and the Eastern shinobi kneel…”

He didn’t believe it. In his heart, only the Celestial Sovereigns—the True Gods of the Heavenly Court—were worthy of reverence. He had read about them in ancient texts, dreamed about them in his youth.

But he had never heard of this… Eternal God.

He played the first video.

A massive serpent, several hundred meters long, was summoned.

It was terrifying—clearly a beast of unfathomable power. But what struck Murong Fu most was how easily the man in black subdued it.

“That snake… is his pet?”

Then came the moment.

The world cracked.

The sky split open.

And He descended.

The Eternal God.

A figure so large that the heavens bent around His presence.

Murong Fu's wine slipped from his fingers and spilled on the grass.

His lips parted.

No words came out.

Pale-faced, Murong Fu shakily opened the second video.

Another sacrifice. Another miracle.

This time, the camera caught more: a floating palace above the clouds, a divine beast cloaked in radiant scales—the same python from before, now grown to ten thousand meters.

The beast had clearly ascended.

And the world trembled under its breath.

Murong Fu closed the video and sat in stunned silence.

Then, his fingers began trembling.

He scrolled rapidly through the chat history, reading everything he had missed—the sacrifices, the miracles, the rise of the Eternal God’s doctrine.

He clutched at his chest.

Cold sweat rolled down his temples.

“If I… if I could offer even a single worthy sacrifice…”

His mind raced.

“Would it really be that simple to restore my country? Would the Eternal God bless me with strength… enough to crush the Song Dynasty?”

“But this is too dangerous... too foreign… too...”

His hand clenched involuntarily.

“But what else do I have?”

“What have my ‘refined strategies’ and ‘scholarly elegance’ earned me?”

“Lands? Troops? Allies?”

Nothing.

Not really.

Murong Fu stood abruptly. He was breathing heavily.

And in that moment, the wind shifted. A soft voice called out to him.

“Cousin…?”

He turned to see her.

Wang Yuyan, his cousin—beautiful, brilliant, ever loyal.

She looked at him, concerned.

“Are you alright? You’ve been sitting there without moving. Did something happen?”

Murong Fu opened his mouth to answer—but then felt it.

A surge of power.

Something pulsed inside his body.

He gasped, clutching at his chest.

“What is this true energy… this inner force!?”

It wasn’t his.

It wasn’t the Murong style. It wasn’t even from the martial world.

It was divine.

He staggered a step back, realization dawning in his eyes.

“This… this is the meditation…”

“Just reading it… just touching the scripture… and I…”

His breathing hitched.

“I’m at the threshold of the Innate Realm!”

Murong Fu looked down at his hands, trembling—not from fear, but from awe.

Then he laughed.

Not the desperate laugh of a broken noble.

But a hopeful, exhilarated one.

“Hahaha… yes… yes! This is it!”

“This is the true way! The Eternal Meditation—this is the path to ascension!”

He looked to the sky, a flicker of madness and ambition gleaming in his eyes.

“With this power, restoring the kingdom… is no longer a dream!”

Wang Yuyan stood in silence, confused and a little worried.

But for Murong Fu—

For the first time in his life, the dream of his ancestors didn’t feel like a fantasy.

It felt like a destiny.