Chapter 2

Winter snow lay white and deep; a single ray of sunlight pierced the gloomy sky, illuminating the world.

A million li of wild, untamed land.

Fierce beasts roared, strange species charged recklessly, and ancient trees fell in vast numbers.

Ke—!

A bird, entirely purple, flapped its wings over the land and dove downward.

It passed through crude wooden walls and arrow towers.

The bird slowed, landing gently atop the tribe's highest ancestral hall.

It preened its feathers while gazing down.

The tribe was enclosed by wooden walls in an irregular rectangle.

Dilapidated wooden huts stood scattered throughout the tribe.

Before the ancestral hall.

A bonfire blazed fiercely.

In this cold winter, it brought deep warmth.

A multitude of half-orcs knelt on the ground, praying with devout expressions.

Their foreheads sloped, their jaws protruded, their teeth were exposed, and their skin was rough.

They wore crude animal skins, and their hair was disheveled.

"Ancient and great God of Lei Ting, You have granted us life, granted us hope—"

"You have illuminated our path—"

"You are our ancestor—"

"You are our faith—"

"You are the supreme existence!"

The voices of prayer rose without cease.

Gazing through the dawn light, every one of these half-orcs had eyes full of devotion.

They prostrated themselves completely.

Even some of the younger half-orcs.

Under the teachings of their parents, offered their faith to the deity.

In the foremost position, the elderly and only half-orc shaman spoke with fervor:

"Great God of Lei Ting, You are the master of thunder, Your divine might is endless!"

"May Your divine power be eternal, may Your divine fire never extinguish!"

"Please accept our sacrifice!"

"Please protect Your humble believers!"

As his words fell.

Immediately, two strong half-orcs carried over the corpse of a large black bull, dripping with fresh blood.

The bull's horns were twisted and coiled in a wheel-like spiral.

Its eyes were wide; even in death, a trace of ferocity remained.

Its hide was black and glossy, with several strange patterns on its back.

Thud!

The corpse of the large black bull was placed before the Zucida Sect gate.

"Great God of Lei Ting, please accept our sacrifice!"

All the half-orcs shouted fervently.

They waited in anticipation, tense with anxiety.

Would the great God of Lei Ting accept their sacrifice?

……

Inside the Zucida Sect.

Li Yue's expression was calm.

Two years ago.

The entire world underwent a cataclysmic change.

Billions of people.

All arrived at this place named the Immortal Continent.

Everyone became a deity.

Through a divine mark that appeared out of nowhere on their fingers.

He had entered the City of Deities many times.

He had learned many things.

"According to some big shots,"

"The most important thing for a deity is believers."

"I heard that on our Earth, many unlucky deities have already lost all their believers, and even perished themselves."

He murmured to himself.

But knowing is one thing.

Doing is another.

According to his observations.

Near the village, it can be said to be riddled with crises.

Fierce beasts, ferocious beasts, demonic beasts, strange species, flying birds...

Countless in number.

His small tribe.

Originally had one hundred and twenty-three half-orcs.

As a result, now.

Only ninety-five remain.

This is even after he did not spare the power of faith.

To let the shamans treat the injured half-orcs.

Otherwise.

At least another twenty or thirty people would have died.