Chapter 13: God-Gifted Land!

The power of faith can be converted into divine power through a divine spark.

However, even the lowest grade of divine power requires more than a hundred thousand points of faith to convert a single point!

A true deity possesses a terrifyingly vast amount of divine power.

Converting this divine power back into faith requires an astronomical number of faithful believers!

No wonder the churches under those deities must control vast kingdoms, using entire nations of hundreds of millions of people to supply themselves with faith!

No wonder the wars between nations on the Gods' Continent never cease.

These wars are all waged under the manipulation of the churches — wars fought for population and faith!

However, for Lin Yan, all of this is still far off!

He had only transmigrated three days ago!

Lin Yan was in no hurry at all!

Before the altar, the fox-woman Sister Qing Ling was still immersed in the joy of her enhanced magical perception.

Her heart was filled with gratitude toward the deity!

And she marveled at the deity's greatness!

This made her faith in Lin Yan even more devout.

At this moment, she seemed to hear the deity's voice once more.

This was a revelation from the deity, one that only she could "hear."

Because, through that drop of blood, she had pledged herself forever to the great deity standing before her!

If the deity thrives, she thrives!

If the deity perishes, she perishes!

The moment the revelation ended, the flames before her vanished.

"The deity has departed!"

Sister Qing Ling thought.

Gods do not converse with mortals at length — otherwise, they would not be gods!

But she did not rise immediately, nor did the foxfolk chieftain beside her.

Just like that, a full three minutes passed before Sister Qing Ling finally stood up from the ground.

"Holy Maiden, what revelation did the deity bestow?"

The foxfolk chieftain asked respectfully.

Even though she was Qing Ling's mother, now that Qing Ling had become the Holy Maiden, she could no longer address her by name.

Sister Qing Ling looked toward the wasteland.

Her gaze seemed to pierce through the thick stone walls, seeing that stretch of wasteland once teeming with venomous insects, venomous snakes, and miasma.

That wasteland had originally been a forbidden zone for life; the only things that could move within it were some low-level beasts that had lived there long-term, along with all manner of poisonous creatures.

Now, it had become a stretch of ash.

When the rain soaked through this ash, the soil across the entire wasteland turned black, resembling black earth.

Sister Qing Ling pointed toward the wasteland and said, "Mother, I have received the deity's revelation. That land is a god-gifted land bestowed upon us. We must build a god-gifted city there!"