Genshin Impact: I, Heavenly Principle, Will Make Teyvat Supreme

Receiving such news suddenly left her momentarily flustered, but she quickly calmed down.

She, Ningguang of the Tianquan, had also walked the path from weakness, even having seen many gods who now reigned supreme across the cosmos.

She had heard of the Divine Assembly before, though in the past, only mighty gods like the Sovereign could attend.

Each Divine Assembly determined the course of prosperity for the entire cosmos from that point onward. In her eyes, these convocations were even more important than conquering a world.

A faint divine light of law flickered in her pale red phoenix eyes as she pursed her lips and cast her gaze across the entire Jade Star, toward the countless celestial bodies representing various communities, and finally to the nation of Liyue beneath the stars.

Her vision pierced through layers of space-time, sweeping over the domain worlds created by the gods.

Unknowingly... had she already reached the point of being able to participate in such a supreme assembly that determined the cosmos' trajectory?

True Gods might not be considered powerful in the vast cosmos, but they could still influence an entire star system and were embodiments of the Great Universe's laws.

Yukinoshita Haruno was just about to ask something when she looked up and realized Ningguang had already vanished. She blinked, then smiled confidently.

Since the great Ningguang trusted her so much, she naturally had to work even harder.

...

At this moment, in Liyue Harbor—

The Wanmin Hall Community, famed across the cosmos as the culinary sanctuary for gourmets, was considered a sacred land for food lovers everywhere.

Among the gods, there was even a saying that missing a meal at Wanmin Hall would be a lifelong regret.

Wanmin Hall didn't enforce any membership system nor did it distinguish by status or rank. Thus, it wasn't unusual to see gods from various pantheons dining side by side.

If luck favored you, you might even run into a Primary God or a God-King.

This place also frequently gave rise to divine scandals.

For example, a certain drunk god once harassed a waitress and was thrown out the front door by the god of law enforcement.

Or the case of a Primary God who repeatedly begged the head of Wanmin Hall, the culinary goddess Xiangling, for a meal, only to keep missing the times she cooked—earning the Steambird's label as Wanmin Hall's unluckiest diner.

Or even two Primary Gods challenging each other's drinking capacity, getting drunk, fighting, and ending up blacklisted—later pleading with heads bowed for the ban to be lifted.

As the greatest culinary Community in the cosmos, Wanmin Hall naturally had a headquarters, located in a domain world.

This domain world was even larger than some plane worlds, created by several True Gods and one Primary God.

It was specifically used for ingredient cultivation, with vast plains stretching endlessly.

At this moment, the upper echelons of the Liyue Pantheon were holding a banquet here.

Calling it a banquet wasn't entirely accurate—it resembled more of a tea gathering.

It was simply a dozen or so of the pantheon's highest gods sipping tea, chatting, and casually determining the future course of the Liyue Pantheon.

The Stove God Marchosius, whose strength had reached the Nebula-level, personally assisted the culinary goddess Xiangling in making desserts.

Regarding Xiangling, it wasn't just Marchosius—the entire Liyue Pantheon adored her. After all, Lord Heavenly Principle favored her, and her cooking had long since conquered the cosmos.

Although Marchosius's dishes tasted even better, he lacked Xiangling's flair for innovation.

A stone table stood tall amidst an endless plain blooming with glaze lilies. Palm-sized adorable little fairies with multicolored butterfly wings busily tended to vegetables and flowers.

They were all naturally born elemental lifeforms.

Seated at the stone table were three great figures, with more than a dozen others standing nearby.

"Here it is! Come try my latest recipe~"

Xiangling bounced over, cheerfully placing the freshly made pastries on the stone table.

Marchosius, in the form of a teddy bear, wiggled his body as he hopped onto the stone bench. "Being able to taste food made by both Xiangling and me at once—only you all get such treatment. Come on, dig in!"

Guizhong, now a God-King, unabashedly reached out, laughing. "We're not just diners—we're friends. Of course we'd come to you when we want to eat."

Xianyun, already a True God, nodded in agreement. "Exactly. Why be so formal among friends?"

"Besides, we're not here just to eat—oh, but Xiangling's cooking must never be missed."

Xiangling beamed. "Auntie Xianyun, just tell me what you want to eat. I can definitely make it."

Xianyun smiled warmly. "Xiangling, you really are such a good child."

Moon Carver cleared his throat lightly. "Much as I love Xiangling's desserts, we should probably get to the main topic now, don't you think?"

He glanced at the Sovereign, who was leisurely sipping tea.

Zhongli set down his cup. "...There's no need to be so serious. It's just a small gathering to sip tea and enjoy flowers as usual, with some casual talk about recent changes."

Guizhong licked her fingers after grabbing a pastry and said playfully, "Changes, huh? There's been quite a few. I've reached galaxy-level strength myself. Morax, your name even appeared among the Supreme Gods. What's stopping you from ascending?"

She was already content with her God-King status. As for becoming a Supreme God—once one reached God-King, ascending was only a matter of time, though it could take hundreds of millions, even billions of years.

Marcocius laughed. "Once Zhongli ascends to Supreme God, our Liyue Pantheon will rise even higher."

The Geo Dragon King Azhdaha grumbled, "But even now, our Liyue Pantheon still lags far behind Sumeru and Inazuma."

"In this regard, the first to act always gets ahead."

"Before the universe's ascension, the gap wasn't so large, but once power scales up to match cosmic levels, the difference has grown immensely."

Guizhong shrugged, puffing her cheeks. "Can't be helped. That's just how the universe works. But I'm curious—Zhongli, just how powerful are you now?"

Zhongli's golden eyes shimmered. He raised his hand, releasing cosmic energy, and a palm-sized galaxy appeared in his hand.

This wasn't an illusion but a real galaxy, created and confined within the space-time of his palm.

This was a standard galaxy forged from Zhongli's own power.

"At present, I have yet to formally step into the Supreme God tier, but I have obtained a portion of a Supreme God's authority."

"In terms of raw influence, if a Supreme God can affect a supercluster of 100,000 galaxies, then I can currently affect around 10,000 galaxies."

Hiss...

The sound of sharp intakes of breath echoed around them.

For the Adepti who had long followed Zhongli, the sight was still manageable. But for the newer gods who had joined him later, they looked as though they might suck all the air out of the room.

Especially Mitama—the faith god Zhongli brought back from a godless world.

She looked no more than ten years old, and her entire face turned into a meme-like expression. Mouth agape, she stared at the galaxy in Zhongli's hand, completely petrified.

"W-why... Why is the gap so huge?! Isn't the difference between God-King and Supreme God just one tier? How can the disparity be this absurd?!"

Mitama leapt onto the table, pointing at the galaxy in Zhongli's palm, dumbfounded.

No one scolded her for the outburst. After all, both her demeanor and appearance were that of a child—despite being over a hundred million years old.

But as a naturally born faith god, age didn't mean much.

What defined a god was their level of understanding.

So all of Liyue regarded her as a child-god.

Mitama had already reached the Primary God level. Zhongli had granted her permission to spread faith across various worlds in the Liyue Pantheon—provided, of course, that it never descended into cultism.

"I've become ten thousand times stronger than I was at my peak! But the gap between us just keeps growing!" Mitama mumbled in despair. She couldn't catch up. It was impossible.

Zhongli said calmly, "Setting me as your target isn't bad, but for someone like you right now, Mitama, it's still too early."

"Perhaps when you learn from Guizhong how to truly be a god of love..."

Of course, even then, surpassing him would still be next to impossible—the gap was simply too vast.

Ever since she was subdued by Zhongli, Mitama had set him as her rival, believing his strength must come from having more followers than she did.

Guizhong propped up her cheek, smiling as she said, "Don't forget, I may be a God-King, but there's still a huge gap between different God-Kings."

"Most God-Kings are only at the level of a standard galaxy. As for me... even dozens of galaxies' worth of mass isn't enough to make me go all out, Mitama."

Mitama collapsed in despair like a dejected vagabond, kneeling and gazing at the sky, the light gone from her eyes.

Monsters... All the gods in the main universe are monsters. Every single one of them.

Zhongli shook his head. "Enough. It's time to discuss the matters of the Liyue Pantheon moving forward."

In all likelihood, a super-scale Gift Game would be held soon. At that time, he would formally step into the Supreme God tier.

As he spoke, his gaze swept over those who had helped him build Liyue from the start.

Bosacius, Xiao, Bonanus, Indarias, and Menogias had all reached the Primary God level.

Xianyun, Mountain Shaper, Moon Carver, Skybracer, and Madame Ping had all become Primary Gods as well.

The earliest holders of Visions had all reached the True God tier.

Sadly, many gods had hit their potential ceilings, remaining stuck at the Upper God level. Very few had managed to reach True God tier.

Visions were different. Issued directly by the Heavenly Principle, they weren't limited by racial potential.

Once at the Great Universe god stage, individual insight became crucial. Comprehension far outweighed effort.

Azhdaha crossed his arms and said, "There's no issue with the Liyue Pantheon's subordinate worlds or internal order. Zhongli, what you care about must be the Divine Collective, right?"

Guizhong's eyes sparkled as she smiled. "The Liyue Divine Collective, huh."

"When gods of similar origin, culture, or even pantheon merge, their rules collide. If the combined laws are sufficient to construct the Great Universe's framework, it triggers the cosmology affiliated with that framework."

Xianyun scoffed. "Isn't that what happened with Inazuma? If a pantheon's alignment fits a cosmology well enough, it can even activate that cosmology."

Zhongli lifted his teacup, golden eyes filled with anticipation. "Establishing a Divine Collective—once a cosmology is obtained, the pantheon gains the authority of a single universe. This is equivalent to Liyue having its own Almighty God."

"From that point forward, pantheons with cosmology and those without will differ by a vast gulf."

Zhongli was absolutely right.

In the Little Garden, god groups with cosmology would never disappear. Those without it—minor pantheons—would vanish one by one during each cycle of Pan-Human History or Final Trials of Humanity. For example: the Mayan, Voodoo, and Aztec pantheons—all gone.

Even the Takamagahara pooled all its strength to create a Pseudo Star Map Creation. Yet in the end, it was too powerful to control. Their pantheon perished, and the Pseudo Star Map Creation was taken by another.

However, such divine extinction wouldn't happen in the Teyvat Universe. Only with the approval of the Heavenly Principle could a pantheon be erased.

Zhongli continued, "We've already reached an agreement with Daoism, Mount Sumeru, and the Heavenly Court. But... the scope is vast. If we fail..."

Failure would implicate every participating pantheon—at best, divine seats would fall; at worst, the pantheon might suffer catastrophic damage.

Azhdaha scoffed. "Since when did you get so cautious, Morax? If we fail, so be it."

Guizhong said cheerfully, "I'm in. I don't believe we'll fail."

Xianyun nodded. "Exactly. I don't believe we'll fail."

Zhongli smiled. "Since everyone is so confident, I have no more concerns."

Either way, he had prepared contingencies for failure.

...

As for Mount Sumeru, that's another matter. Daoism and the Heavenly Court joined during the merger with the DxD world.

However, both pantheons were quite laid-back. Daoism focused on cultivating in seclusion, while the Heavenly Court only lightly involved itself in regions tied to Chinese culture. That said, both were active in trade and communication.

The highest gods of Daoism—the Three Pure Ones—were God-Kings, and among them, ranked in the top dozen.

The Heavenly Court only had one God-King: the Jade Emperor.

When Zhongli approached them with the idea of forming a Liyue Divine Collective, they were very enthusiastic. Though laid-back, gods of their level clearly understood the cosmos's direction.

Simply put, any god with enough age wasn't likely to be ignorant.

Just as Zhongli was about to say more, he froze—his expression turning grave in an instant.

Not only him. Guizhong and Azhdaha also stiffened.

Others looked puzzled and were just about to ask when Zhongli's voice transmitted directly to their minds.

"Cosmic Divine Assembly!"

Mitama, who had been sulking and drawing circles, instantly jumped to her feet, eyes wide.

Zhongli's voice was solemn. "Divine Assembly... This is the fourth."

"And the announcement this time... will likely far surpass anything from the previous three."

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