After graduating, David Walker lost his job three times in three months, but then he picked up a glass orb, and soon after, giant beef pies started raining down on his head one after another. He always thought he was destined to be a nobody, but unexpectedly, he possessed the talent to speak the language of dragons. Even an ordinary Five Thunder Spell could unleash earth-shattering power in his hands.

　　Mechanical behemoths like magical machines, terrifying enhanced demon beasts, golden dragons of the divine realm—let the entire cultivation world witness that even a humble beast cultivator can possess immense strength!

Prologue

　　From ancient times, the Western Divine Realm and the Eastern Immortal Realm have been different. From the Garden of Eden to the Tower of Babel, the Western gods have always adhered to a tradition of stagnation, never allowing anyone to challenge their divine might and dignity. In contrast, the Eastern Immortal Realm has let vast amounts of immortal arts flow down to the mortal world, allowing mortals to cultivate. Thus, countless cultivators have pressed forward, hoping to one day ascend and become immortals.

　　Thousands of years passed, and the Western Divine Realm never received new members. Coupled with years of war against the Dark World, the population of the Divine Realm dwindled...

　　One day, God, surrounded by the nine layers of the heavenly realm, looked around. Where once the seven great archangels stood before the divine throne, now only four remained. The Divine Realm had become so desolate. God's smooth, slender fingers brushed gently as he muttered to himself, "According to my will, no new gods have been born in the Divine Realm for two thousand years. It was manageable before, but a hundred years ago, the Dark World formed an alliance, the vampires and werewolves reached an understanding; Lucifer's fallen angel legion, Satan's demon clans, with powerful forces attacking from all sides, even Gabriel has fallen. Along with Sariel and Remiel, only four of the seven archangels remain..."

　　God sighed deeply. With a thought, Michael placed one hand over his chest, knelt before the deity, his dazzling wings folding behind him, and humbly asked, "Almighty Lord, what are your commands?" God: "My child, my command to you is the Godseed Project."

　　Michael quickly understood the divine will. The Godseed Project was to replenish the Divine Realm with fresh blood. Michael devised a detailed plan. From that year on, every Christmas in the West, dozens of handsome, blond, blue-eyed men would frequent nightclubs and bars, spending passionate nights with their chosen charming women, only to vanish without a trace. Without exception, those women would become pregnant and eventually give birth to a pure-blooded blond baby boy—these were the "Godseeds," the seeds of the gods, destined to grow into gods themselves.

　　Thus, the Godseed Project began. After twenty years, hundreds of "Godseeds" had appeared in Western society. During these twenty years, children with supernatural abilities frequently emerged, becoming a social phenomenon. Some observant people noticed that these children were almost always raised by single mothers; even if there was a family, the father was not their biological parent.

　　Eventually, the Eastern Immortal Realm learned of this. The lord of all immortals, George Washington, pondered briefly and came up with a countermeasure. He first summoned the The Harmonious Twins, who were only of the upper immortal rank, whispered a few words to them, and then sent them to travel in the West.

　　That year's "Godseed Project" ended in complete failure—over twenty white women, and not a single one became pregnant! It was as if they had all agreed in advance and taken contraceptives together!

　　In the Taiqing Realm of the Immortal World, George Washington laughed heartily, secretly delighting in God's embarrassment and feeling greatly satisfied.

　　However, the Godseed Project had already been running for twenty years, and the first batch of "Godseeds" had come of age and were about to enter the divine halls. George Washington thought for a moment, then ordered someone to bring a jade box containing sixteen Heavenly Pearls. These Heavenly Pearls were treasures of the Immortal Realm. Deep within the Taiqing Realm stood the Myriad Phenomena Treasure Tree, floating in the void. This tree bloomed only once every three thousand years, required the pollination of the Five Elements Gale, and bore fruit only sixteen at a time, which would mature after a thousand years—these were the sixteen Heavenly Pearls. When the fruit ripened, someone had to catch them beneath the tree with a cloth woven from celestial silkworm threads; if any were dropped, they would fall into the void, never to be found again.

　　Why were these Heavenly Pearls so precious? Because each contained the power of creation, and what was inside each pearl was different—some held divine pills and miraculous medicines, others weapons and magical treasures, or immortal arts and divine skills. It all depended on the fate of the one who obtained the pearl. Back in the day, John Brooks, who was only a lower-ranked upper immortal among the nine grades of immortals—High, Great, Profound, Heavenly, True, Divine, Spiritual, Supreme, and Upper—was granted a Heavenly Pearl by George Washington. Inside, she found a divine pill, and after taking it, she was promoted straight to a sixth-grade True Immortal, making a name for herself in the Immortal Realm along with the Three Mao True Lords. Her descendants flourished, and the Maoshan Daoist arts became widely practiced in the mortal world...

　　George Washington, holding the sixteen Heavenly Pearls, went to the Jade Water Pool, which allowed a direct view of the mortal world. George Washington poured the sixteen Heavenly Pearls into the pool, and they fell to the mortal realm! George Washington intended to use these sixteen Heavenly Pearls to cultivate sixteen new immortals to counter God's Godseed Project, to see who was truly superior—after all, they had been competing for tens of thousands of years, and everyone has a bit of vanity.