Even the cruel and chaotic old masters will follow basic logic.
For example, if someone uses divine feathers to open a temple for themselves, this will definitely leave a "positive impression" on them and will not bring disaster to this person for no reason.
Moreover, in comparison, the size of the temple opened by this "good person" is also considerable, so if he wants to borrow more power from the divine feathers, he may even borrow a little bit of their "divine power" from the independent spirit world. Sephiroth"...
All have become possible.
Of course, compared to their contempt and disdain for other human beings, these out-of-reach existences will pay more attention to Sean, who has an independent spiritual world and can almost be regarded as a demigod and wandering god...
In their eyes, Sean changed from gravel on the beach to a larger stone.
However, it's still not worth keeping their eyes on for even a second longer.
This escalation of attention is the only danger in setting up these branch temples.
However, for Sean, with the divine feathers and independent spirit world, he will attract their attention sooner or later. It is better to take the initiative to show kindness, which is more proactive and controllable.
After all, although his spirit is still young, according to the power of the rules, other gods cannot directly locate his spirit.
Even if a tribute shrine is opened, it will still be safe.
"After this temple is built, what impact will it have on the spiritual world?" Olivia asked, standing behind Sean, staring at the terrifying figure towering in the sky.
Sean didn't answer directly. He took two steps back and raised his left hand again.
The symbol of "City of Two Suns" on the palm of the hand emits a scarlet light that becomes more and more obvious, and the spiritual power released by Shen Yu resonates with the altar...
The divine feather power that originally belonged to Sean was projected into the spirit world.
In front of Sean and Olivia, two huge scarlet figures took on substance.
They are all about two meters tall, and their bodies are no longer composed of scarlet light, but armor soaked and rusted by blood, and black robes stained with blood...
The smell of blood made Olivia frown.
The headless horseman in "Blood Red Wedding" and the descendant of the blood clan in "Hot Dream Night" have descended into the spiritual world in a physical state.
The two monsters exuding a terrifying temperament knelt down half-kneeling towards their master, Sean Dickinson.
"The shelter still needs to look like a shelter..." Sean looked at the two newly-appeared servants with satisfaction, "Although they can't step out of the spiritual world yet, it is enough to act as the guardian of this spiritual world. "
After giving the order with their minds, the Headless Horseman and the vampire left the temple. One guarded the front door, and the other stood behind the mansion. They were both invisible and guarding attentively.
The three-sounding nighthawk that accidentally wandered into this place and was assigned a guard duty by Sean finally had a "colleague".
"This Scarlet Temple..." Sean said as he led Olivia out of the first temple, "Not only will the spirit world have two more powerful bodyguards, but it will also allow the spirit world to continue to emit... An atmosphere of fear—the creatures that pass by here unintentionally will feel inexplicably uneasy and take the initiative to stay away from this gloomy forest before they are sent back by the lost pottery statue..."
The establishment of the Scarlet Temple has improved the security and concealment level of the spirit world.
Sean couldn't help but think to himself: The two "evil guards" are no less powerful than their Queen-level counterparts. If Olivia and I were still here...
If exploring his independent spiritual world is regarded as an "explorer's mission"...
This is already a proper King-level mission.
"I didn't expect..." Sean smiled bitterly in his heart, "I would also become an 'evil lord' in some spiritual world."
And the level of this spiritual world even surpasses his current rank.
Slightly ironic.
"Where's the next temple?" Perhaps it was the upgrade of the shelter that made her look forward to it, but Olivia Wind Chime actually looked interested.
Considering that the red-clothed god seemed to have some trouble getting along with the owner of the next temple, he deliberately walked a long distance before choosing a place far away from the scarlet temple.
"The next one is..." At this moment, Sean and Olivia stood in front of the stone platform in the second stone room.
Sean raised his hand, and what flashed in his palm was the symbol of black clouds hovering above the forest...
On the stone platform, black cracks like terrifying scars appeared - overly active bacterial colonies were swelling and squirming on the edges of the cracks...
The "black wound" suddenly opened, and after the gray mucus drooped, an astonishing sight appeared in the alien window.
It was a world with countless organic matter towers.
The tower with strange peaks is covered with a carpet of black fungus that is constantly stirring and buzzing, like a woman covered with black gauze.
And countless black fungus towers rise from an ever-growing fleshy ocean.
A swaying black cloud enveloped this maddening "black forest"...
The corrupt god of fertility, in charge of the proliferation and mutation of organic matter...
"Hessian Sheep Mother".
If it weren't for the "Ancient One" body that Sean unintentionally donated, he wouldn't be qualified to open a "Tribute Temple" here like the "City of Two Suns" Divine Feather that he has mastered...
And the existence far away from the alien world, although it has some expectations for Sean, the "ant", is still cold and dismissive.
Compared to the familiar "Double Sun City", the sight of the "Black Forest" had a considerable impact on Sean's spirit.
He ignored the cold sweat on his forehead and back, and used his unique breathing method, supplemented by the stability of mind given to him by his divine roots, to control the rise of goosebumps all over his body and his instinctive reaction of being unable to look directly at the window.
With the blessing of the "Immortal God King" characteristic, Olivia withstood the mental impact of witnessing the scene in the black forest. She looked at the expanding black organic temple, heard the sound of cicadas chirping from outside, and asked softly: "Why? Is it this temple?”
Sean's energy recovered a little, and a calm smile appeared on his slightly pale face: "It's for Mr. Shawshank Rogers."
For Shawshank Rogers?
Olivia knew that this was the "agent identity" created by Sean and would embark on the path to the founding of the Tantric Cult, but why was it said to be for him?
Almost as soon as the Seiko girl was thinking, Sean had already given the answer.
He raised his hands, and in front of the scene of the "Black Forest", he used the divine feather that had already entered the room to create something.
Stronger black fungi floated out from the altar, gathered together under the command of Sean's shadowy hands, and were constantly being molded...
Black bacteria are also undergoing profound changes. They temporarily lose their characteristics of infection and mutation, and transform into primitive cells. When forming different parts, they change into bones, internal organs, blood vessels, nerves, muscles, epidermis, and even hair and body fluids. …
In front of Olivia, a terrifying man in his forties, gloomy and resolute, with gray eyes that looked like endless abyss, stood in front of her.
After Shawshank Rogers' body took shape, Sean snapped his fingers, and a black robe like his covered the body.
The Seiko girl was completely shocked - using the power of black fungus, Sean created a living human being.
Not only that, because it came from Sean's spiritual creation, the soul of this human "vessel" was perfectly connected with Sean...
This human being who is completely separate from Sean seems to be another body outside of his own body.
Separate from Sean Dickinson, yet clearly a part of him.
Looking at Olivia whose eyes were wide open due to shock, Sean turned around solemnly and pointed a finger at the man in black robe beside him: "Ms. Wind Chime, let me introduce to you, this is the founder of the Tantric Cult here - Shawshank ·Mr. Rogers.”
Under the hood, with bright gray eyes, Shawshank Rogers closed his eyes, bowed slightly, and saluted Olivia.
