Chapter 360

A cold glint flashed in Sango's eyes, and he immediately changed direction to hug Shippo and spin around a few times, then sat down on his butt, and then lay flat as if collapsing, tears streaming down.

"Alive, finally alive."

Damn it.

His heart almost couldn't take it.

Heard there's a medicine called "Heart-Saving Pill" in the modern era?

No, must buy more as backup; he had a premonition that such things wouldn't be rare in the future.

Sango couldn't be bothered with him; except for critical moments, this guy was completely unreliable.

She turned to look at the big dog and smiled: "Welcome back, Inuyasha."

Inuyasha didn't speak, waved his hand, and sat down beside Miroku, breathing heavily.

It was the first time he realized his courage wasn't actually that big; the modern world was still too stimulating for him.

Besides...

He was a half-yokai, with the recklessness of a yokai, but he wasn't a fool.

After this wave, quite a few ordinary Earthlings died, but what was the proportion?

What about the others?

How much higher was the average strength?

And the result?

More than half remained in the God Tomb forever.

Even judging by the results, one could feel the indifference of those top-tier existences toward non-humans.

Yes.

Not malice.

It was disregard.

Their status wasn't that low; it was just disregard, watching them go to their deaths.

It was just a slight preference for humans, especially ordinary people.

No one could say anything.

He had noticed it, and those powerhouses who had killed their way out of otherworldly battlefields and conspiracies naturally wouldn't fail to notice it, and even more deeply.

So the one who jumped out was that demigod Behemoth warrior with a trace of human blood.

The non-humans knew their place.

If it had been them who jumped out, it wouldn't have been an apology and compensation; they would probably have had to pay with their fur, bones, and blood...

Perhaps.

Existences like Heroic Spirits and Holy Spirits were just racial gods of another concept.

Inuyasha, who had always been simple-minded, looked at Sango lecturing and Miroku lying flat, that relaxed and comfortable atmosphere.

For the first time, he felt a pathetic chasm between them.

His eyes turned red, and Inuyasha pounced on Miroku, fighting with him.

"Damn it, you definitely noticed it, right? Because you have someone covering you, you're so relaxed, feeling like you're about to attain Buddhahood."

Damn, he also wanted to have a big shot covering him.

As expected.

Find a way to kick this half-yokai bloodline and become a complete human.

The sky was getting late, already dusk.

The fire clouds spreading to the horizon were boundless, and the golden-red sunset fell through the gaps in the clouds, as if it were a ladder to heaven.

Shining on the joys and sorrows of the world, the thousands of states of life.

208. Inventory of gains, Luo-mou is having a blast!

In the profound depths of the lava lake.

In a pure and magnificent pure land, a god resembling jade slowly opened its eyes, its mirror-like eyes calm and waveless.

One could faintly see nebulae rotating and celestial bodies moving.

As if seeing through dimensions, overlooking the joys and sorrows being staged.

A long time passed.

Brother Luo Shu withdrew his gaze.

Okazaki Tomoya being able to return safely was naturally his handiwork.

Nothing else.

He was willing.

The game "CLANNAD" produced by Key in 2004 had cheated him of quite a few tears.

When sentimental, hearing the background music made him feel sad.

Coming to this world and letting Ushio have a good ending could be considered fulfilling the wish of thousands of boys who felt as uncomfortable as he did back then.

These were all small things done in passing.

"However..."

In his field of vision, strands of pure white aura rose from all over the world, like ten thousand rivers returning to the sea, converging into great rivers.

Descending from the firmament, wreathed around the divine body in the white-bottomed robe with gold and silver threads.

But without his permission, they could only keep hitting a wall.

"Faith, huh..."

Brother Luo Shu twisted this power of faith as if holding a physical object between two fingers, examining it.

Just by touching it, countless whispers, praises, and prayers echoed in his ears—men and women, old and young, calling the name of the Holy King.

Clearly, this was the faith directed at his Holy King identity.

But even the power of faith directed at the Holy King only converged into a river...

He glanced sideways at the power of faith that was like a vast ocean; the dense faith spiritual power even became materialized.

The starlight in that ocean was materialized faith crystals.

That was the accumulation of thousands of years directed at the Lord of Hosts, the God above Gods, the Only One, the Supreme One, Yahweh.

The quantity was too outrageous.

This originally ownerless power of faith was originally like duckweed without roots, floating at different depths of the world, everywhere.

It was simply a naked display.

How large was the population of an ordinary magical world?

For example, the Forgotten Realms; the setting was about the size of Europe, and the total number of intelligent creatures was only twenty or thirty million, crowded with a bunch of pantheons.

And Earth?

The population had broken eight billion, and the proportion of high-quality believers with high education was even more outrageous.

Not talking about the past, what was the concept of the faith power accumulated in this century?

In the world of the demigod warrior, even the Great Divine Power of the old days would go crazy if they knew.

And he put on a mask and swindled one-tenth of it in one wave.

It wouldn't take long before the rest would all fall into his pocket.

As long as he was willing, he could break through a dozen steps in three years using this faith, directly reaching the pinnacle of godhood, looking forward to the realm of Seventh Rank Outer Gods.

Creating things from the void, opening up the God Kingdom, sub-species omniscience and omnipotence, omnipresent, sitting high in heaven, overlooking all realms.

And the price was just being bound to the authority from then on, becoming a side of the world.

Only after truly stepping into the mythological realm did Brother Luo Shu understand what the concept of a god was.

The so-called "faith is poisonous" was just a mortal's fantasy.

Mere mortal distracting thoughts couldn't shake the existence of divinity at all.

Even the faith of mortals, that bit of mental power, wasn't important at all.

What was important was what it represented.

In occultism, like life, the universe was also divided into a triangle of spirit, matter, and energy.

And the sum of intelligent life represented the spirit, or spirituality, of the universe.

And gods in the ordinary sense were concepts, laws, and the personification of authority.

They were connected to the origin of the universe, and the scale of power was infinite in a sense.