Unlimited Adaptation

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 satisfied, it does not matter whether the gods are righteous or evil. , it doesn’t matter anymore, 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 war 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. 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. The angels and succubi on the side came hand in hand, carried a box, and started another round of drawing lots.

This time, who is the devil? Who is God?

No one cares.

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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 paced back to the altar, sat down cross-legged, his eyes were slightly closed, the light was solemn, and 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 immediately 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 he understood what she was thinking, and said softly: "Olis, I heard your prayers. There are forest elves and dark elves. You will send me His existence was revealed to the Dark Elves, what happened? 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 have become more and more terrifying in strength, 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 with 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. Fortunately, now that the spiritual energy has recovered, the conflict over the 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'm asking 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 fate". Let yourself transform into a special life form like "Heaven". m.

Yan Xing's fate has undergone a drastic transformation because of his evolutionary talent. He has surpassed the heaven and earth, and is above fate. He has the characteristics of "heaven", which saves him from the tedious and difficult step of igniting the "fate fire", and he can directly accept the power of faith of believers.

Strangely, the elves on Cuihua Star, because they live in a remote and desolate place with thin spiritual energy and extraordinary people have been extinct for billions of years, actually know how to cast statues, and know more than him.

"Reply, sir!"

"The casting method of the statue is recorded in a secret scroll found by the chief of our forest elves, Deliana, in the tribe. In order to express our respect to you, sir, when we cast the statue, we used this technology from long ago."

"Sir, do you have any questions?"

Olis looked nervous, worried that the casting of the statue would violate some taboos and make the Lord of the Forbidden Land unhappy.

…. "No problem."

Yan Xing's voice was not finished, and his figure twisted and left in an instant. The afterimage on the altar had not yet dissipated and immediately became real. The only change was that he was holding a graceful elf in his arms, and it was Deliana.

Throwing the uneasy woman aside, Yan Xing supported himself with both hands and unfolded a mottled animal skin scroll that had been tested by time. The dense elven text came into view.

In terms of cultivation, all races use the simplified Chinese characters evolved from the origin of the divine text. In addition, many races still retain their own ethnic characters.

Yan Xing learned a lot of languages ​​on the first floor of the library. A mere 30,000 characters are a piece of cake for him, including the elven language.

"I see."

Soon, Yan Xing finished reading the text above. The method of casting the statue is actually not a great thing. Because it is a niche, not many people understand it.

The elves have taken up the path of the gods, which is the path of faith. Therefore, naturally, many methods of casting statues have been passed down.

After all, these elves have just regained their extraordinary powers, and they don’t know much about many things, which makes the statues have some minor flaws and lacks the most critical things.

A drop of his blood and a ray of the light of 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 lost, unable to find the direction and purpose.

Yan Xing has an amazing learning ability, and this thing is not obscure. A group of ignorant elves can figure out a lot, let alone him, who can understand it at a glance.

"You can’t be blamed for this."

Yan Xing shook his head and laughed. Even if he realized the flaws of the statue, what would happen? These weak elves can break his body and take blood without his consent? Not to mention the light of origin.

"Go——"

Yan Xing flicked his finger, and drops of blood essence lingered with the light of the origin, shot out from his fingertips, crossed the void, and shot into the eyebrows of the four statues.

Buzz! !

The statue trembled slightly, and a colorful divine light flashed in his eyes at the same time. The eyeballs were vivid, with a hint of divinity, as if they were alive.

It's done!

Yan Xing's eyes lit up, and he sensed that a wisp of faith power appeared beside him in a strange way, and then took the initiative to sink into his body.

After blessing the essence of blood, the power of faith no longer needs to be transferred through the statue. Originally, the role of the statue was not like this.

The statue 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 plan, take the first step on Cuihua Star.

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