Therefore, the second temple opened to pay tribute to the "Hessian Sheep Mother" was because Sean wanted to create the physical body of Shawshank Rogers.
"Could it be that..." Olivia raised her hand and pointed at Sean's new clone, "Can he leave this spiritual world?"
Sean stared at his agent of the "Secret Cult Leader" with satisfaction, and nodded slightly: "As long as I still have spiritual power, I can maintain his body in the eternal world..."
The New Testament reporter's thoughts went back to a few days ago. At that time, "the detective" was telling himself about creating an agent: "...Whether you use secret techniques or mysterious heritage, you must find a way to create an agent that is independent of you, so that you can achieve complete perfection. secret."
It was this passage that made Sean determined to create the physical body of Shawshank.
From then on, everything the secret cult leader entrenched in this dark mansion had nothing to do with him...
"Can more agents be created?" Olivia keenly grasped the key point - the more cover identities there are, the easier it is to hide the true identity.
Sean shook his head helplessly: "There is no faith income in the spirit world now. Before I get an upgrade, this tribute temple is only enough for me to create a clone."
Creating such a clone that can walk independently and is no different from ordinary people is considered to be a sophisticated and profound type even among the secret arts. With the help of Sean from the temple, it is already unimaginable for other explorers of the same level to have such a clone at this time...
Olivia nodded without regret - her eyes had been opened to what could be achieved in the spirit world.
Considering that the energy brought by the spirit world after it was unsealed may have been exhausted after the establishment of the second tribute temple, the Seiko girl asked: "So, has the arrangement of the spirit world been completed?"
Sean and his clone turned their heads at the same time, with expressions of "You misunderstood" on their faces: "No, no, Olivia, we still have the most important step to complete."
"The most important step?" His red eyes showed confusion.
Sean looked at Mr. Shawshank Rogers next to him: "Since this person next to me is the founder of the Secret Cult, let him explain..."
After saying that, Sean controlled the clones around him, enjoying the feeling of acting as an agent...
Shawshank spoke, and his voice was obviously low and magnetic, which sounded authoritative: "Dear Ms. Wind Chime, just now we just did it out of respect, so we paid tribute to the great existence far beyond the dimension. , two tribute shrines were established...
"You may have forgotten that this place, this night mansion on the haunted farm, is ultimately the center of our secret cult——
"Then, the next step is to create this secret sect from scratch..."
Shawshank Rogers' gray eyes sparkled with a deep light, like a forest immersed in thick fog...
Then, Sean led Olivia to the deepest part of the underground space.
Obviously, this stone chamber located at the deepest point of the central axis of the middle passage is much larger than the previous branch stone chambers.
On the ground near the deepest wall, a stone platform is raised...
Olivia has seen this symbolic scene - an empty stone platform, symbolizing the temporarily vacant "god seat".
Of course, as Sean, who is not even a demigod, he naturally does not have the right or power to directly create a "god". Such an empty stone platform is nothing more than a symbol.
Moreover, behind such a stone platform, there will never be a terrifying existence like "Kluwetan" lurking.
"In order to gain believers, gain faith, and ascend to the spiritual world..." Sean seemed to be getting used to hiding "behind the scenes", and he let Shawshank speak freely, "We need to create a belief, a secret religion...
“For people to believe.”
Spending day and night with Sean, she couldn't help but be influenced by him. Olivia said with eyes dazed: "It's like, making up a story?"
Sean laughed. He liked Olivia's unintentional sarcasm: "Yes, what people believe the most is stories. Creating a belief is indeed making up a story!"
Mr. Shawshank Rogers paced: "This story most likely does not exist. The three gods present in this story also know that the gods who will appear in this story cannot be found in historical facts...
"But." The secret cult leader pointed sharply.
Sean himself took over the conversation: "If we can really gain enough followers for this belief, then even this fictional story will come true; this god that does not exist in historical facts will also come into the house and show the present. In front of any doubters!”
"And what we have to do..." Shawshank opened his hands toward the vacant stone platform, "is to create this set of things that are enough for people to believe in..."
"I understand..." Seemingly affected by Sean's intense emotions, the flywheel in Olivia's body turned rapidly - she couldn't explain why, but she was also full of expectations for what she was going to do next, "We have to make a decision. This esoteric religion includes everything including its teachings!”
"That's right." Sean nodded happily.
He felt a little regretful - in order to protect his friends, he could not involve Moonlight in this matter for the time being.
Otherwise, the naughty pianist would have been so excited about such a thing.
"It wouldn't be a bad idea to tell him after everything is settled." Sean comforted himself.
Olivia quickly entered the state, and she said without hesitation: "To make people believe, you need a god with a clear image...
"Why don't we let..." she pointed to Mr. Rogers, whose face was mostly shrouded in shadow, "let his image serve as the god of this belief?"
Sean shook his head: "On the one hand, the male gods in the legend are too clear, and it is difficult for us to fictionalize one and make up stories; on the other hand, the female image is not so aggressive, relatively more tolerant, and more Easy to accept...
"So..." Sean walked to Olivia like a gentleman and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to invite her to dance.
The fine-working girl stretched out her hand in confusion and followed Sean forward until the New Testament reporter invited her onto the stone platform...
Standing on the stone platform symbolizing the "idol", Olivia looked surprised: "W-want to use my image?"
Sean had a satisfied smile on his face: "The ultimate creation created by Master Dal Finch, you are a beautiful thing created based on the human image - Olivia, your face is actually quite beautiful. Divine…”
"It would be a pity for this 'goddess' if she does not use your image."
Sean's truthful words made this usually calm young craftsman feel a little overwhelmed——
Any woman receiving such an accolade would definitely feel emotional.
"However," Sean raised a finger, "the appearance of this goddess cannot be too obvious - otherwise, considering that the secret sect may become large in the future, you will receive unnecessary attention."
Sean snapped his fingers again, and a black robe made of silk covered Olivia's body like night.
The drooping hood covered Olivia's beautiful face, revealing only her graceful nose and jaw...
Sean took two steps back and stared at Olivia, who was wearing a black robe.
She exudes the majestic divinity of the "Immortal God King" all the time. At this moment, although she is still a little simple, the aura of the goddess has already been born.
