The End of the World: Start with a Book, All Superpowers Depend on Reading

"Purple eyes, is this why you are strong?"

Wang Mingyang murmured, as if he was asking Zi Mu, and also seemed to be asking himself.

He wanted to remember that feeling. The phantom of that mental battle appeared over the sea of ​​consciousness over and over again.

Let Wang Mingyang gradually immerse himself in it.

I don't know how much time passed, but Wang Mingyang's mental body shook slightly, and all the phantoms disappeared.

And in his heart, there was also a vague understanding.

At this time, the spiritual sun above the sea of ​​consciousness was much brighter.

He finally felt that his tired body and mind were somewhat relieved.

Put aside your thoughts for a moment and cast your gaze below the scorching sun.

A pale golden ball formed by the power of faith is sinking and floating on the sea.

Inside, wrapped is the milky white power of faith brought back from the spiritual world of Seraphim.

Wang Mingyang thought, and the ball rapidly expanded and expanded.

The milky white power of faith inside the ball is like a poison that wants to erode away the pale golden film.

In the sky of the sea of ​​​​consciousness, countless stars bloom slightly.

Wisps of light golden power of faith continue to escape from it and merge into the ball.

With the blessing of these powers of faith, the ball gradually bloomed into a pale golden flame.

Quickly burn those milky white powers of faith.

Wisps of black smoke kept emerging, but they could not escape from the ball.

Wang Mingyang frowned slightly. In his sea of ​​consciousness, his perception was extremely sharp.

From those black smoke, there seemed to be countless miserable howling sounds.

All kinds of complex emotions finally converged into boundless fear.

The originally milky white power of faith seemed to have been refined and occupied the other side of the ball.

And it was gradually stained with a faint golden color.

What Wang Mingyang felt from it was peace and beauty.

It seems that all the good beliefs in the world are filled with it.

However, these beautiful beliefs are like rootless roots.

As if anyone could absorb it.

"fear……"

"good……"

Wang Mingyang murmured in a low voice, and a thought came to his mind.

Could it be that this is the source of the ancient angel's power of faith?

Create fear and make the other party have strong longing for beautiful emotions.

"Using fear to give birth to faith... The ancient angels are really having some fun!"

Wang Mingyang smiled disdainfully, feeling vaguely that his guess was correct.

Because of fear and another display of powerful strength, believers place all their good thoughts on the ancient angel.

The power of faith generated by this will eventually converge on the unknown god through the ancient angels.

This method is often seen in literature about the Illuminati Sect around the world.

In the Illuminati Bible, there is even the so-called Doomsday Judgment.

Seven trumpets summon the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, killing billions of lives.

Then came various disasters.

In the end, the so-called God tells the world that believers will be saved.

Everything is to make people believe.

Then blame all disasters on human beings' own sins.

Then came seven more golden bowls!

This cycle repeats...

Wang Mingyang has always scoffed at this.

In his own sea of ​​consciousness.

There was no trace of fear in those powers of faith from beginning to end.

Through those star points, all that can be felt is respect and admiration.

No one who fears him has ever lit up a star.

Although I don’t know who compiled these Bibles.

But all of them are warning humans.

Those who follow me will prosper, those who go against me will perish!

As for whether there is really a paradise that believers can enter after they die.

That's unknown.

With a thought, Wang Mingyang peeled off the power of faith that had all turned into pale gold.

It turned into mist and quickly merged into his sea of ​​consciousness.

He secretly felt that his spiritual world had become broader and tougher.

At least, his sword shouldn't be able to cut through this world.

After doing all this, Wang Mingyang once again mobilized the power of faith to wrap and compress the black smoke.

His mind returned to the outside world from the sea of ​​consciousness, and Wang Mingyang slowly opened his eyes.

A pale golden ball appeared in his hand.

"I'll go out for a while."

Wang Mingyang said to Xiao Huanyan and disappeared in a flash.

Appearing thousands of meters in the sky.

Wang Mingyang looked at the ball in his hand and frowned slightly.

With a flick of his finger, he shot the ball towards the clouds.

The power of faith dissipated instantly and returned to his sea of ​​consciousness.

Without the restraint of the power of faith, the black smoke suddenly expanded.

It turned into an extremely dark human face and opened its mouth to the sky.

Countless distorted human faces appeared on that giant face.

One by one, they roared at the surroundings, their faces full of fear and pain.

The denseness makes people shudder.

Wang Mingyang frowned, and there was no sound in his ears.

But countless noisy and miserable howls resounded in his mind like the voice of the soul.

These sounds lasted for more than ten seconds.

Finally, as the dark face dissipated, he fell silent.

With a slight sigh, Wang Mingyang returned to the house.

"Master, what happened just now?"

Xiao Huanyan had already stood up and stood in the room with a frightened look on her face.

Seeing Wang Mingyang coming back, his body trembled, and he hurried forward to ask.

"You, felt it?"

Wang Mingyang looked at Xiao Huanyan, whose face looked a little pale, in confusion, and asked with a thought in his heart.

"Just now, it seemed that there was endless fear and malice coming from the sky..."

Xiao Huanyan shuddered and said in a low voice.

"Well, it's okay, I have solved it."

Wang Mingyang gently rubbed her hair and whispered to comfort her.

He didn't expect that Xiao Huanyan could actually feel the emotions contained in the black smoke from thousands of meters away.

However, Xiao Huanyan was already at the peak of the fourth level at this time.

With strong mental power and the blessing of S-level mind control ability, she was extremely sensitive to emotions.

Those emotions of fear and malice were indeed too strong.

It was not surprising that Xiao Huanyan could feel it.

"Master, what are those?"

Xiao Huanyan raised her head and asked softly.

Although she was a little scared, Wang Mingyang's closeness made her body and mind seem to be illuminated by the sun, and she felt extremely warm.

After calming down, she still couldn't help but be curious.

"That's the root of faith that I stripped from the spiritual world of the angel light and shadow."

"The root of faith?"

"Well, the angel light and shadow transformed by the priest has a strong power of faith. After burning and purifying, what's left is what I call the root of faith."

"But, Master, you also have the power of faith, but we are not afraid of you at all, nor do we have any ill will!"

Xiao Huanyan's eyes were full of confusion.

Only she, Su Yu, Mu Ningxue, and Li Yuchan knew that Wang Mingyang had the power of faith.

They were also the ones with the brightest stars.

In addition to the four of them, there were also the twelve women of Rong Lan.

However, their strength was relatively low and their spiritual power cultivation was insufficient.

Wang Mingyang did not discuss this matter with them, and there was no need.