Chapter 1797 Divine Grace
Second Grade Plane, Vastsea Realm, Hon Hai Continent.
A statue that stood upright and majestic. The head of the statue had already penetrated deep into the clouds. It was very spectacular.
In the sky, dark spatial passages were densely packed like wormholes.
The sculpture floated on a strange red sea. The sea was so rough that it could not be seen to the edge.
However, from a closer look, the red ocean was no longer an ocean. It turned out to be an endless number of people wearing red robes.
They crawled on the ground, paying their respects to the huge sculpture one after another.
To describe this scene in terms of people, mountains, and seas of people was not enough. There were so many red-robed people that they could not be counted. From south to north, from west to east, they could not see the boundaries of the crowd.
The spread of faith in the gods was like a terrifying plague, engulfing the earth and planes at lightning speed.
Just how many, tens of millions, hundreds of millions, billions of believers were dressed in red robes?
No one can count.
Beneath the sculpture, there were twenty pseudo-gods standing side by side. Each of these twenty people had an eye pattern between their eyebrows and sharp ears.
In front of the twenty pseudo-gods, there was an empty space made up of red crowds. On the empty space, there were a thousand men and women who were also wearing red robes, and all of them were at the Heavenly Tribulation Realm or above.
Moreover, these 1,000 Heavenly Tribulation Realm experts were blessed and possessed divine talent.
In such a vast crowd, not a single person spoke. Apart from the sound of the wind caused by kneeling, there was no other sound.
Countless people silently knelt on the ground, raising their hands high and bowed deeply, raising their hands high and bowed again.
This scene was strange and terrifying.
The twenty pseudo-gods were very satisfied, and all of them had smiles on their faces.
From within, a pseudo-god walked out. This pseudo-god's appearance was exactly the same as the huge sculpture. It could be seen that this sculpture was based on him.
He swept his gaze over the thousand Heavenly Tribulation Realm experts and nodded, "In the past month, we, the God Race, have walked through 633 planes and found you, the thousand Heavenly Tribulation Realm martial artists."
"This is all that the God Race has found in more than 600 major planes at their fastest speed."
The thousand Heavenly Tribulation martial practitioners immediately kowtowed and shouted, "My God is undying." Their faces were filled with fanatical expressions that made one's scalp go numb.
The pseudo-god nodded and said, "In the next few days, our God Race will continue to visit different planes. However, the speed of accepting Heavenly Tribulation believers should not be that fast, and it will only deteriorate."
"Basically, the easiest ones to find are almost there. The rest is to search slowly."
"It's no longer appropriate to continue to rely on the method of finding Heavenly Tribulation believers to increase their numbers."
Many believers stopped and listened attentively to God's speech.
The pseudo-god waved his hand and said, "Since we can't find more Heavenly Tribulation believers just by looking for them, then what we need to do next is to let more Martial Saint believers advance to the Heavenly Tribulation Realm."
"Blessed are you with the protection of my God Race."
Hearing this, the believers were overjoyed. They kowtowed on the ground like crazy, causing the ground to rumble.
The pseudo-god raised his hands high and said, "My followers, as long as your hearts are devout, as long as you have faith in God, everyone will have a chance to enter the Heavenly Tribulation Realm."
"My God is undying!" Countless believers shouted in unison.
The pseudo-god pointed to the sky and said, "In the distance, there is a place called the Sacred Domain. There is an Eternal Secret Domain that is rich in Sacred Spirit Stones."
"Many of you already know about this news, but very few of you have been there. The reason for that is because it has always been controlled by the warriors of the higher planes."
"But in the near future, the Saint realm will also be bathed in divine light."
"Alright, what did I tell you to do? How did you do?"
The thousand people hurriedly raised their heads and tried to rush forward.
The pseudo-god waved his hand and said, "Come one by one."
A Heavenly Tribulation Realm martial artist walked forward excitedly. He took out a small bottle from his bosom and handed it to the Pseudo God with both of his hands. He said, "My God, I searched our plane for three months and finally found a pure Dao Heart for you."
The pseudo-god nodded in satisfaction. He pulled out the cork of the bottle and took a look inside.
A fiery red light was spinning in the bottle.
He pointed his nose at the mouth of the bottle and took a deep breath. Then, he saw the red light drill into his nostrils and be sucked into his body.
At this moment, the Pseudo God's face turned red, and his breathing became rapid. Even his pair of eyes turned red.
His realm had actually loosened, from the first level of spying to the second level of Heaven Scrying.
"Very good, very good." The pseudo-god sighed happily.
The Heavenly Tribulation Martial Cultivator who offered a pure Dao Heart hurriedly said, "My God, after we conquer the Sacred Domain, we will definitely offer you all the Sacred Spirit Stones."
The pseudo-god said softly, "My children, the love of my God Race envelops you. You are the purest beings under our divine light."
"Holy Spirit Stones, I, the God Race, cannot bear to absorb them. I still want to leave them to you. As long as I see you grow, I, the God Race, will be gratified."
Hearing such selfless and loving words, the believers were grateful to Zero Tucker and began to sob while covering their faces.
Amongst the thousand Heavenly Tribulation Realm martial artists, there was a woman who clenched her fists tightly, tears flickering in her eyes as she looked at the many false gods with fanatical eyes.
Her eyes were firm and brilliant. She gritted her teeth and swore in a low voice, "The gods are so great and loving. I, Yuwen Honglian, will be loyal to my God in this life. I will burn my life to illuminate my God, and I will not hesitate to do so."
The pseudo-god nodded, and another Heavenly Tribulation martial artist stepped forward to offer his Dao Heart.
A Heavenly Tribulation martial artist said excitedly, "My God, I have searched our plane for three months and found a total of two pure Dao Hearts."
The pseudo-god was very happy. He took the small bottle and absorbed the two Dao Hearts.
However, his realm had risen from the second level of Heaven Scryer to the fourth level of Heaven Scryer in one fell swoop.
"Very good, there's a reward." The pseudo-god took out a small mirror from his bosom and handed it to the Heavenly Tribulation Martial Cultivator. "This is a Dao Grade Beginner Profound Light Mirror. If you wear it every day, you will benefit endlessly from cultivating in the future," he said.
The Heavenly Tribulation martial artist was so excited that he was speechless. He just kowtowed repeatedly behind the mirror with both hands.
Following that, all the Heavenly Tribulation martial artists stepped forward to offer pure dao hearts. The false gods also continued to absorb them, continuously increasing their cultivation realms.
By the time he had absorbed twenty pure Dao Hearts, his realm had already changed from Heaven Scryer Level 1 to Divine Martial Level 1!
From Heaven Scryer to Good Fortune, and then to Divine Martial Arts, this level of improvement was so great that the believers were only shocked to the heavens. They found it hard to believe, and the worship of the gods in their hearts had increased by a bit.
Next, the woman named Yuwen Honglian walked forward. She crawled on the ground and choked with sobs, "My God, I searched for three months, but I didn't find a pure Dao Heart."
The pseudo-god sighed and said, "I don't blame you. How rare is a pure Dao Heart? My God Race deeply loves you and has pity on you, my children."
"However, the laws of the kingdom are divine. I can only punish you."
Yuwen Honglian cried and nodded, "Please punish me."
The pseudo-god pulled out a light whip and slapped Yuwen Honglian's body. She did not dare to resist with her cultivation realm. She was beaten until her back was fleshed open and blood flowed out.
But the false god cried and said, "My child, hit you, the pain in my heart."
Yuwen Honglian gritted her teeth and tears appeared in her eyes. She said, "My God, please don't be sad for me. I am only a lowly human and a devout believer. I am not worth your precious tears."
Countless believers cried out in pain, "Please do not grieve, my God."
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