After ascending to the Fifth Order Pseudo-God, the size of the body swelled, even if it was slightly smaller than the Storm Dragon Byron transformed into, it was still dozens of meters long, filled with oppression for those below who were mostly Third Order Empire officials.

"Hiss—!"

"It’s the Fifth Order! It’s the legendary Lesser God!"

The upper echelons of the Tenor People, who had recently bound themselves to the [Golden Law] and had not yet achieved large-scale ascension, were all witnessing for the first time the presence ascending to the Fifth Order Pseudo-God through the cultivation of the "Book of the Beast Kinship (Upper Volume)".

Furthermore, it was the follower of their [Lord of the Celestial Kingdom], their top superior, and they couldn’t help but be in uproar.

The power of example is limitless.

Last year, most of them were still rural nobles in various city-states, some were even commoners or slaves, and it was thanks to Byron that they had today.

The former rulers of various city-states also saw the possibility of ascending to Fourth Order Mythical Creatures or even to Godhood through the [Golden Law], and willingly ceded power to Byron, even offering manpower and resources to help Byron create this Sacred Golden Empire.

Achieving longevity as Half-Night Demons and being absorbed into the [Demonic Banquet Council] were the rewards for them.

Last year witnessed the Great Shaman [Mountain Demon Bear] Sivater ascend to Fourth Order, and this year saw Catherine ascend to Fifth Order, which was equivalent to a strong shot in the arm.

It showed that their path of combining Black Sorcery with the Law Network, integrating the South and North Continents, was correct, and they all felt fortunate for their original choice.

After strengthening their faith, even the Spiritual Radiance within their bodies became much clearer.

They all knelt devoutly to the sky, many with tears in their eyes:

"Praise You, Father of Healing, Lord of the Celestial Kingdom, the greatest Emperor of the Empire!"

Some were even so excited that they were unable to contain themselves:

"Since even Miss Catherine has gained such Great Power in such a short time, what about our [Lord of the Celestial Kingdom]?

Shouldn’t He be on par with the [Creator] of the Northern Silver Continent?"

"That’s right, my [Lord of the Celestial Kingdom] is certainly no worse than the colonizer’s Creator.

Although the Tenor People have suffered many hardships under the invasion from the colonizers,

over the past century, it’s not that the [Lord of the Celestial Kingdom] didn’t love His people, but rather He was testing us.

Only by experiencing blood and fire can all Tenor People undergo rebirth and reunite into one, forging the strongest Golden Law, leading our people through the coming Great Flood..."

A group of people exemplified the saying: "When you’re strong, there’s always a great Confucian or Great Shaman to explain the scripture for you."

A young shaman standing at the edge was most exaggerated:

"Why does it rain during the rainy season in the Bantaan Archipelago? Because my Lord sees the suffering in the Mortal World and often has tears in His eyes, He loves this land deeply...

Both of my Lord’s chosen ones are the Savior of the Tenor People personally selected by Him.

Without Byron and Catherine, thousands of years of Tenor history would be like a long night! With them here, good days have come."

Byron only appeared in the Empire once in the guise of a native [Lord of the Celestial Kingdom], and now standing in front are Catherine and Byron, still regarded as followers ruling the Mortal World in place of the gods.

Which is somewhat similar to the system set by [Sun God] Inti of the Sun Empire in the Southern Continent.

After reasonable inference, this group’s thoughts also involuntarily began to diverge.

Byron was slightly embarrassed by their words, especially unable to resist glancing at the person who said "thousands of years of history like a long night."

"Every day you know how to flatter but not do real work, tomorrow I will assign you to... be the Minister of the Empire’s Culture and International Cooperation department.

Go and lose yourself with the nobility and ministers from the Old Continent Nations at various banquets, and remodel them harshly!

Let those from the Old Continent hear the outrageous things you’ve been saying.

And let other Tenor People see what happens when you flatter me!"

This is making the best use of a person.

Previously, when Byron learned that [Thousand-Faced Serpent] Hydra and [Wolf God] Anu were preparing to impersonate the Creator to cultivate traitors in large numbers from within to dissolve the [Silver Code], he realized that if you don’t occupy the cultural terrain, naturally others will.

The increasingly powerful, almost unable to remain hidden Sacred Golden Empire, will sooner or later face the same targeted actions as the Church, needing to plan ahead.

This young person is very suitable.

The fact is like this, and it has nothing to do with flattering him! Trust me!

Of course, if Count Hodalan of the Bayfolk, who had Byron’s Divine Statue tattooed on his back, happened to flatter Byron on purpose here, he’d certainly have something to say.

On the other side, Catherine, after flying a lap, landed on the tip of the largest twelve-story pyramid in all of Yucatan Island.

Folded her silvery wings and gently tapped her forepaw on the tip.

Buzz—!

One circle after another of silver-white ripples spread from the dragon claw to the entire pyramid.

Then countless strings of numbers emerged from the pyramid, including: weight, height, number of megaliths, era, material molecular formula, estimated value...

In the blink of an eye, it was digitally modeled one-to-one.

Then the entire pyramid gradually became illusory, growing brighter inside out, and the surrounding indigenous officials and Totem Gods all flashed back.

Then suddenly, with a flash of golden light, the entire pyramid along with the gigantic underground palace below disappeared from everyone’s sight.

A look of uncontrollable joy surged onto Catherine’s face, and as she spread her palm, a golden pyramid appeared in her hand.