All intelligent beings with self-awareness will only have faith when they are in the most despair, pain, and confusion.
Fragile hearts need sustenance. When they are desperate, they will put their hope on the illusory "god" and pray devoutly, trying to impress the gods and save them from the sea of suffering. As long as this prayer can be fulfilled, it does not matter whether the gods are righteous or evil. , it doesn’t matter, no one will care.
According to the secret book of Feixian Library:
There is such a civilization called the World of Heavens, in which there are countless gods, all of whom feed on faith.
The aloof gods, shepherding all living things, control everything. They are divided into two groups by "drawing lots", one is the devil and the other is the god.
At the beginning of the performance, the devil took the lead and came to the world, wreaking havoc on countless people, spreading disaster and death to the entire world. When there were countless casualties and all living beings were in complete despair, God appeared on the stage.
The battle between gods and demons almost shattered the world. All sentient beings shed tears of gratitude and contributed the purest power of faith. The snow-white crystallized faith crystals filled the warehouses of gods and demons. The gods and demons exchanged cups among them and talked loudly. , devouring the crystal of faith, and planning when to start the next invasion of the demon world. Angels and succubi came side by side, carried a box, and started another round of drawing lots.
This time, who is the devil? Who is God?
No one cares.
Yan Xing's eyes flashed with mockery, and the "memory book" in his mind suddenly closed. His intuition and reason told him that this so-called world of gods really existed, even now, somewhere between heaven and earth. In the corner, this kind of drama is still taking place.
Such as Cuihuaxing.
The emergence of the scarlet mist is an experiment conducted by Yan Xing to explore the "critical value of mist quality". Non-living bodies were born with the mist, bringing disaster to the elves on the planet. What is ridiculous is that the elves are at their most confused. At that time, he actually placed his hope on him, the culprit, and also contributed his faith.
Although this whole incident was an unintentional act by Yan Xing, in essence, it was no different from the "war between gods and demons" in the world of gods.
Without him, this is the inevitable result of the development of faith to its peak. No one cares about the thoughts of believers. "God" only cares about how to efficiently produce the power of faith.
The truth is so cruel. Believers are no different from the hens in the fence who lay eggs day and night.
"Olis, get up!"
Yan Xing walked back to the altar, sat down cross-legged, his eyes were slightly closed, and his precious light was solemn. He looked down at the elf woman below with indifferent eyes, as if a god was examining his followers.
When Oris heard this, her delicate body trembled. For some reason, she felt that the aura of the Lord of the Forbidden Land had changed. It seemed that there was a hint of divinity!
"Praise my Lord! Thank you for forgiving my sins!"
Oris stood up slowly and saluted respectfully. The tension in her heart suddenly dissipated a lot. The Lord of the Forbidden Land did not blame her for making arbitrary decisions. She was not afraid of death, but was afraid that my Lord would be angry and destroy the entire forest elves.
Yan Xing nodded, his eyes seemed to see through Oris's thoughts, and understood what she was thinking, and said softly: "Olis, I heard your prayers. There are forest elves and dark elves. You will send me What happened when his existence was revealed to the Dark Elves? The feud between your two clans was eliminated?"
"My lord knows clearly!"
Olise's tone was soft, but it contained a firm will that no one could ignore. For the sake of the ethnic group, this woman would give everything.
"The emergence of the scarlet mist has brought about the revival of spiritual energy and the reappearance of extraordinary power, but it has also brought about huge crises and disasters. The monsters born in the mist are becoming more and more terrifying, and their growth rate is far faster than The extraordinary person who killed us has seriously threatened the survival of the ethnic group."
"We have no choice but to put aside our hatred against the Dark Elves for the time being and work together to fight against the mist monsters."
"Actually, the root cause of the continuous hatred between our two tribes for generations lies in the competition for spiritual energy. Whether it is a forest elf or a dark elf, spiritual energy is needed to give birth to new life. Thank you, my Lord, for your gift. Fu, now that the spiritual energy has recovered, the conflict over the competition for spiritual energy is no longer as sharp as before, so we can eliminate hatred and join forces to fight against the enemy..."
Speaking of this, Olise's eyes turned slightly red. In the face of disaster, the two races could put aside their past grudges and share the same hatred. The ancestors who died in wars for countless years have spirits in heaven. I wonder if they can see this scene.
"Okay." Yan Xing curled his lips slightly, not wanting the woman to drop the golden bean, and waved his hand and continued: "I understand the ins and outs of the matter, and I don't blame you for bringing your tribe here without permission to build an altar, a temple, and a statue for me. Yours With one mind, I will be able to distinguish between right and wrong."
"I ask you."
Yan Xing leaned forward slightly, his face fell into the shadows, and his aura was extremely oppressive. In Olise's perception, the slightest movement of the Lord of the Forbidden Land was as if the heavens were tilting, and it was extremely terrifying.
Olise nodded repeatedly, her expression tensed, for fear that she would not be able to answer, thus angering the supreme being on the altar.
"How do you know how to cast idols? Where did you learn it?"
Receiving the power of faith and storing the power of faith is not just a matter of just making a sculpture. It involves very complicated process methods, and the being who places faith on it must first ignite the "divine fire of destiny". Let yourself transform into a special life form like "Heaven".
Because Yan Xing evolved the talent of "My destiny is mine", his destiny has already undergone earth-shaking transformation. He transcends heaven and earth, and is above destiny. He has the characteristics of "heaven" and avoids the tedious task of igniting the "divine fire of destiny". Difficult steps can directly accept the power of believers' faith.
What's strange is that the elves on Cuihua Planet, who have been extinct for hundreds of millions of years because they are in a remote and desolate place with thin spiritual energy and transcendence, actually know how to cast idols, much better than he does.
"Return to my lord!"
"The method of casting the statue is a record found by Deliana, the leader of our forest elf clan, in a secret scroll of the clan. In order to express our respect to you, sir, we used this method when we cast the statue. Technology from ages past."
"Sir, do you have any questions?"
Oris looked nervous, worried that the cast idol had violated some taboo and made the owner of the forbidden area unhappy.
"no problem."
Before Yan Xing finished speaking, his figure twisted and left for a moment. The afterimage on the altar had not yet dissipated and immediately transformed into a real body. The only change was that there was a graceful and luxurious elf in his arms, which was none other than Deliana.
Throwing the uneasy-looking woman aside, Yan Xing held up his hands and unfolded a scroll of animal skin with mottled marks and the test of time. The densely packed elven writings came into view.
In terms of cultivation, all races use simplified square characters that evolved from the original divine script. In addition, many races also retain their own racially distinctive characters.
Yan Xing was on the first floor of the library, but he learned a lot of languages. There were only 30,000 languages, which was a piece of cake for [Never Ending], including Elvish.
"I see."
Soon, Yan Xing finished reading the above text. The method of casting idols is actually not a great thing. Because it is a niche, not many people understand it.
The elves have minored in the path of the gods, which is the way of faith. Therefore, many methods of casting idols will naturally come out.
After all, these elves have just regained their extraordinary power, and they don't know much about many things, leaving some minor flaws in the statues and missing the most critical things.
A drop of his essence and blood, and a ray of light from the origin of life.
Because of the lack of these, the power of faith cannot directly enter Yan Xing's body, and can only stay inside the statue, as if he is lost, unable to find his direction and purpose.
Yan Xing's learning ability is amazing, and this thing is not obscure. A group of ignorant elves can figure it out, let alone him, and they can understand it at a glance.
"I can't blame you."
Yan Xing shook his head and laughed, so what if he realized the flaws of the statue? Could these weak elves be able to break open his body and take blood without his consent? What's more, it's the original light.
"go--"
Yan Xing flicked his finger, and drops of essence and blood lingered around the source of light, shooting out from the fingertips, crossing the void, and shooting into the eyebrows of the four statues.
Buzz! !
The statue trembled slightly, and its eyes flashed with a dazzling divine light. The eyes were vivid, with a hint of divinity, as if they had come alive.
Done!
Yan Xing's eyes lit up, and he sensed that a vague power of faith appeared beside him in a strange way, and then took the initiative to disappear into his body.
After blessing the essence and blood source, the power of faith no longer needs to be transferred through the idol. Originally, the role of the idol is not the same.
The purpose of the statue of God is to leave the shadow of "God" in the hearts of believers, which is equivalent to a beacon, anchoring the ownership of the power of faith.
Open source, Faith Project, take the first step on Cuihua Star.
