Chapter 169: The Faith Project, Deep Foundations

The self-imposed isolation in the little black room has ended.

Tong Xin's figure appeared in the Novice Village space of the Colorful Mist Coast.

Opening his spatial inventory, the tradable Divine Grasp Fate Soul lay quietly in storage slot number 28.

Its shape resembled a crystal.

Upon closer inspection, one could discover the Divine Grasp was composed of runes arranged in a specific pattern, connected by bands of light to form a complex network matrix.

According to the introduction in the channel-wide announcement, this was a special Fate Soul that could not be obtained through purchase.

This meant the value of this Divine Grasp Fate Soul must far exceed the 200,000 Sacrificial Power profit brought by containment.

Friend addition requests continued to ring incessantly in his mind.

After blocking the friend addition function, Tong Xin could not help but burst into loud laughter.

At this moment, his heart was filled only with the relief and exhilaration that comes after enduring hardship to find sweetness.

Returning to the Emperor Tomb Village space via teleportation, he first went to the Pet Shop to buy a growth-type pet, the Light Spirit Feather.

After consuming Sacrificial Power to raise it to level 25, he went to the Armed Vehicle Factory and used the forum template "Cloud-Hidden Azure Dragon" to craft a flying sword with a black color scheme.

Once crafting was complete, a flying sword wreathed in black qi appeared before him, looking incredibly cool.

Returning once again to the Colorful Mist Coast, he headed straight for the beach outside the spatial teleportation point.

As the sun set into twilight, orange-red rosy clouds spread gently like a veil of gauze.

Gazing into the distance, where the sea met the sky, the azure heavens and the deep ocean merged perfectly.

At this time, the beach was filled with the figures of players.

The closer it got to night, the more player figures appeared near the beach.

At this moment, his good brothers from the Kindergarten were barbecuing by the shore; the rack was hammered together from metal scavenged on the Ancient Battlefield, and the charcoal was made from trees in the dense forests of the Colorful Mist Coast.

These basics could all be purchased from the Trading Row.

Seeing him arrive, the brothers, who were chatting and laughing, simultaneously raised their middle fingers at him.

"Kindergarten Director, this is what you called scaring us to death? I was truly scared to death by you; hurry up and tell us how you did it?"

The burly Iron Hammer stood up and handed over a freshly grilled Silver-Tail Fish he was holding.

Tong Xin did not hesitate to reach out and take it, biting a large mouthful without minding the heat.

The burnt fragrance and crispy texture of the fish skin exploded between his teeth with a "crunch," while the tender flesh unraveled like silk, carrying a faint fresh aroma that instantly ignited his taste buds.

"Director, we're giving you a chance to show off; hurry up and start your story," Drunk Milk joked at that moment as well.

The other members of the Kindergarten also began to clamor one after another, signaling Tong Xin to start immediately.

Tong Xin sat down, took another bite of the delicious Silver-Tail Fish, and his expression turned profound:

"This is a wonderful adventure; it all starts with me being hunted by a Thorn Beast..."

"Director, let me interrupt; cut the content short. I don't want to hear about your love-hate relationship with the Thorn Beast. Please start from when you encountered the Seventh Generation Primordial. Did the Seventh Generation Primordial show its Iron Face and let you pick it up? Also, did you buy bombs to kill the Primordial?" Gu Lu raised his hand at that moment, interrupting Tong Xin's storytelling session.

Tong Xin could not help but roll his eyes, then started his tale from the cliff fall.

However, the content of the story deviated significantly from the actual situation.

The life-worse-than-death experience after falling off the cliff became a precise control of timing, twisting and turning in mid-air, using superb technique to land accurately, resulting in nothing more than minor scrapes.

Hearing these words, the faces of all the players in the Kindergarten group revealed expressions of contempt.

Based on their understanding of the Director.

"Minor scrapes" could basically be understood as severe injuries leaving one half-dead.

"Director, how many bottles of recovery potions did you drink after landing?" Iron Hammer asked curiously.

"Five... What potions for minor scrapes? The moment I landed, I activated Petrification, perfectly negating the impact."

Hearing this, the players of the Kindergarten group could not help but burst into loud laughter, and Iron Hammer nodded even more proudly:

"Stop explaining; we all know you drank five bottles. Inferring from that, you must have broken at least several bones; you were probably crying from the pain, right?"

"Bullshit; I haven't cried once since I started elementary school."

Amidst the casual banter and teasing, Tong Xin's embellished description formed a story in the minds of the Kindergarten players; removing the exaggerated parts left roughly the main body of the tale.

Learning that the Director had survived a nearly certain death and successfully contained a Divine Grasp statue in the valley that had been on the verge of death for unknown ages, although they teased with their mouths, in their hearts they were happy for the Director.

Having been together for so many years.

They chose the Director as their team leader because he was a person who valued loyalty and righteousness.

Whether in the game or in reality, whenever there was trouble, the Director would definitely step forward to help.

Several months ago, when the Star Net distributed the Monster World link in the group chat, the Director thought it was a scam link and kicked the welfare officer out of the group; their complete understanding of this behavior was that he did it to protect the group members from being scammed.

The fact that the Director failed to enter the game had always been a regret in their hearts.

A Kindergarten without its Director was like lacking a backbone; it always felt like something was missing.

This time, after the Director successfully secured the Seventh Generation Primordial, he immediately sent out a red packet worth 120,000 Sacrificial Power in the guild chat channel.

The Director was still the same Director they remembered, one who would always consider his brothers in everything he did.

After listening to Tong Xin's story, Iron Hammer picked up an iron skewer, took a bite of the barbecue, and asked while chewing:

"Director, how do you plan to handle this Divine Grasp Fate Soul? Just now, several guild masters contacted me saying they couldn't add you as a friend, asking if you had any intention of selling it, with the price negotiable."

"Not selling!"

Tong Xin refused without hesitation.

In modern society, when reality lacks no money to solve livelihood issues, all races use virtual goods as their primary consumer commodities.

As for commodities from ancient times like cars and houses, they have long been replaced by virtual goods as the focus of all races shifted.

Therefore, he had no intention whatsoever of selling this special Fate Soul.

"Planning to use it yourself?"

"Mm." Tong Xin nodded, then a trace of helplessness appeared on his Iron Face:

"The problem is that a Divine Grasp Fate Soul requires believers to generate Power of Faith; where can I find believers willing to have faith in me?"

Speaking, Tong Xin's gaze swept over the brothers of the Kindergarten group.

"Director, don't look at me; how could I possibly become your believer? The Monster World has memory and emotion detection settings; how could I possibly generate faith in you?"

"Director, save your breath; we would love to help you, but the problem is that faith is simply impossible."

Hearing this, Tong Xin could not help but sigh:

"I feel this Fate Soul is quite strong; as long as I can cultivate a group of believers, it can continuously produce Power of Faith, but indeed, the question of how to create believers is beyond the syllabus."

"Director, don't rush; first ask the Guide what the definition of faith is, then go to the forum to ask; gather wisdom from the masses and think about whether there is a way to create believers."

"I asked the Guide, and the answer given to me was: those who hold feelings of awe and piety toward me, viewing me as the sustenance and reliance of their hearts."

"Damn, this Fate Soul is useless; who would have faith in you? Even if you give people money, they will only think you are a sucker and a fool; how could they possibly have sincere and pious faith in you?" Meng Wa said with wide eyes at that moment.

Hearing Tong Xin's explanation, all the members of the Kindergarten group appeared extremely speechless.

The Divine Grasp Fate Soul seemed very strong, but the conditions for producing Power of Faith were too harsh, nearly impossible to achieve.

Regarding how to use the Divine Grasp to create Power of Faith, the players of the Kindergarten group began a discussion.

Before long, a help request post was published on the player forum:

[Help Request: Divine Grasp Fate Soul already in hand, just need to establish a sect and spread branches; everyone please help think about how to maximize the characteristic effects of the Divine Grasp Fate Soul.]

Original Poster: Kindergarten Director.

Content:

I'm sure everyone must be very curious about how I obtained the Divine Grasp Fate Soul; let me first recount the process in detail, so there is no need for private messages to ask.

Specifically, it starts from when I was being hunted...

The current situation is, how should I go about finding pious believers?

I have already explained the Guide's definition of faith in detail above; the game Monster World should have memory and emotion detection functions, so pious believers must be genuinely pious, not like forming a team where sending an invitation and getting acceptance establishes a faith connection.

This problem is giving me a huge headache; I feel the Divine Grasp Fate Soul is very strong, but I just can't figure out the correct way to open it.

I earnestly request the big shots of the forum to pool their wisdom and give a reliable plan; the bounty is 1,000 points of Sacrificial Power, and effective plans will be tipped directly in the post.

(Finally, gifting everyone an opportunity: there is a level 189 Fourth Generation Primordial in the valley coordinates I provided; those with capability can go try.)

Comment Section:

Sui Feng Cai Sheng Meng Zhong You Ren: You truly deserve to die; I imagined you obtained the Seventh Generation Primordial after a hard-fought battle, but it turns out you encountered a dying Seventh Generation and such a huge fortune just fell into your lap; I can't accept this; I want to become an Exploration Party player too; I'm going to jump off a cliff as well!

Wa Shi Yi Tiao Mao: I feel this Fate Soul is probably useless; I suggest decomposing it to exchange for Sacrificial Power. In this day and age, who would have faith in you? Even giving money won't make people have faith in you. My understanding of faith is spiritual sustenance; who in their right mind would treat you as spiritual sustenance? Material sustenance is possible, but the possibility of spiritual sustenance is nearly zero, unless you give birth to a bunch of children yourself and indoctrinate them with faith from the heart, but the cycle is too long and the numbers too small, making it completely unfeasible.

Tai Yang Zhao Chang Sheng Qi: Don't even think about the Player Faction; we are all players, even if you are level 1000, you are still the same kind of creature in our eyes; we can acknowledge you as a big brother, but faith is absolutely impossible. Instead, you could consider the weak natives of the Monster World, establishing faith step-by-step by providing various resources. However, since everyone is an intelligent lifeform, it is also very difficult to establish spiritual faith in you merely through resource support; my suggestion is also to decompose it, it's too difficult.

Wu Di Ku Tou: I feel you can keep this Fate Soul for now without using it, and look for a small faction similar to the Earth-Eating Clan, supporting and cultivating them from the bottom up, helping them gradually rise and establish an empire; this might make it possible to establish a faith combining royal power and divine power, but whether this is specifically feasible I do not know; I am just casually offering a suggestion. I feel if this Fate Soul can truly be developed into a usable form, it will be extremely strong; Power of Faith is a malleable energy; I asked the Guide and learned it is an energy similar to Extreme Bliss Power, and it can even be traded; it is simply a money-printing machine.

In response to the question raised by Tong Xin, players offered various suggestions one after another.

However, no clear and feasible plan was ever discussed out.

Among them, the analysis by Hei Ye Jiang Zhi received the most likes, giving Tong Xin a line of thought to solve the problem.

Hei Ye Jiang Zhi:

Arrived late; just now I was consulting the Guide on related issues; next, I will give you some perhaps feasible suggestions.

First, you need to clarify what the specific definition of faith is.

The Guide's more detailed answer is that faith refers to a concept that transcends reality and possesses ultimate significance.

Believers are willing to firmly and unswervingly believe in and revere it, taking the values provided by the believed entity as their code of conduct and even the basis for value judgment, and viewing the believed entity as their spiritual sustenance.

In other words, believers will unconditionally trust everything you say, and can even abandon everything for you, even dying for you.

Note, the death I speak of is not a death that allows resurrection after dying; it also represents a death in reality from which one cannot resurrect; it refers to a mindset.

Religious faith, philosophical faith, and political faith can all reach this standard.

This condition dictates that no player can become your believer.

Therefore, when selecting believers, you must choose native lifeforms of the Monster World, not players.

Since it is a Divine Grail, the path you must take is undoubtedly one akin to religious faith.

The foundation of such faith is "mystery"; since players know you inside and out, the possibility of them believing in you is inherently non-existent.

Thus, if you wish to pursue this path, you must maintain an aloof, mysterious aura while cultivating native lifeforms of the Monster World, even interacting with believers through agents.

On this basis, you must also construct a complete faith system.

Many religious stories and doctrines contain supernatural elements, such as the Christian tales of God creating the world, the Great Flood, and Noah's Ark, or the various divine powers of the Buddha in Buddhism; these contents exceed ordinary human daily cognition, easily sparking believers' curiosity, attracting them to explore religious culture deeply, and laying the groundwork for establishing faith.

But the Monster World already possesses extraordinary power, so you need to construct a far more powerful deity, whose abilities are far from merely altering nature.

Secondly, you must satisfy the spiritual needs of your believers.

The living beings of the Monster World are also plagued by many uncertain crises, such as death, war, and disaster.

You need to offer believers a surreal solace, such as the mystical concepts of the soul and the afterlife found in religions, making them believe in the continuation of life, filling the fear and confusion in their hearts regarding the unknown, thereby making them more receptive to the faith you provide.

Finally, we must return to the creation of mystery.

Political faith can be materialized; for instance, communist faith once inspired countless people to struggle tirelessly for the realization of a communist society, even sacrificing themselves for it.

But since you have chosen religious faith, you must establish an ethereal persona (a divine persona) for yourself; this vague sense of distance can reinforce your lofty status, making believers more devout.

Based on these characteristics, you can only seek out weak clans to cultivate faith.

As for powerful forces like the Black Black Tide, the Extreme Joy, or the Ancient Gods, forget it; it would be strange if they believed in you.

The strength of the Divine Grail Life Soul is indeed extremely high, but the conditions for activating it are exceedingly harsh, a process no less difficult than establishing a new civilization.

Although you could establish your own faith system within other forces by spreading teachings, the foundations of a wise civilization are not something you can easily shake; this is far too difficult.

Perhaps one day in the future, when you possess sufficient power, you could emulate the Ascension Clan by creating a Minor World breeding farm, sowing the light of a god, and becoming a deity ruling above the Minor World.

Writing this, I also thought of another possibility.

That is, entering the Niche Black Tide Legion and establishing a life-and-death comrade faith with its warriors; a faith willing to sacrifice for one another might also generate Faith Power.

But the problem returns: the number of providers for a comrade faith will certainly not be large, and perhaps your believer-comrade will die on the battlefield tomorrow.

Including the cultivation of small clans in the Monster World, there are simply too many uncertainties.

Perhaps one day Fire Law King Number Two descends and annihilates the weak force you worked so hard to support.

After much deliberation, the most stable method is only to emulate the Ascension Clan: establish new cognition within a Minor World, which will then continuously produce Faith Power for you.

If you wish to establish a stable output of faith in the Monster World, your believers must be able to resurrect after death just like us players; only then will there be infinite room for error to handle various unexpected events.

Finally, you really deserve to die; how did you manage to profit from this?

Colorful Mist Coast, by the beach.

Reading through the players' replies on the forum, Tong Xin felt colder and colder.

Especially Nightfall's analysis post, which detailed the definition of faith and the harsh requirements for its establishment.

It could be described as high risk, high reward.

But this high risk likely meant that a weak force nurtured with great effort over years could suddenly vanish, rendering all efforts futile.

"This Divine Grail Life Soul... it seems I can't afford to play with it."

As the number of replies continued to increase, Tong Xin turned to look at his Kindergarten Gang brothers, who were also browsing the replies, and spoke helplessly.

"If it doesn't work, we should just sell it; relying solely on our abilities, it is indeed very difficult to establish a religious faith." Iron Hammer sighed along with him.

If the Director took off, they could follow along and eat meat too.

But the "Divine Grail" was simply not a Life Soul trait that ordinary players could handle.

Establishing faith was already arduous, and now one also had to consider how to protect believers, adding another layer of risk to an already difficult method of acquiring Faith Power.

Hearing this, Tong Xin immediately harbored thoughts of giving up.

Charging into battle was no problem for him, but cultivating a force was truly putting him in a difficult spot.

"Forget it; later I'll ask which Guild Master is willing to buy the Divine Grail Life Soul. If no one buys it, I'll decompose it, which will still yield a lot of Sacrificial Power."

Speaking thus, Tong Xin couldn't help but sigh.

Just then, the silent Meng Wa beside him suddenly spoke:

"Director, look at this comment."

Saying this, Meng Wa visualized and shared the forum interface before him.

Tong Xin looked up; in the interface was a reply from a forum player:

I Am Destiny: After reading Brother Night's analysis, I thought of a force very suitable for establishing faith: the Dark-Blood Clan.

These guys have recently been trying to make contact with us players; several times when encountering us while hunting in the Colorful Mist Coast region, they actively helped us fight monsters.

From their conversations, one could hear their desire to investigate our players' background, even a feeling of wanting to attach themselves to us players, yet they were very hesitant. So I think you could try approaching the Dark-Blood Clan; they are currently at their wit's end and desperately need a strong backer. If you go there and act impressively, praising our Player Clan to the skies, you can first ramp up the mystery.

By the way, the Guide said the Dark-Blood Clan also possesses resurrection abilities, though I didn't ask in detail about the specific method of resurrection.

Seeing this post, Tong Xin sharply turned his head to look at the Guide Water Sphere floating beside him:

"Brother Guide, I need you!"

[Go ahead.] The Guide glanced at Tong Xin.

"Give me a detailed introduction to the Dark-Blood Clan, the ones from last time when I went into the Dark-Blood Space to plunder resources. Do they truly have resurrection abilities?"

Hearing this, the Guide nodded calmly:

[They possess resurrection abilities. The Dark-Shatter you encountered controls a Dark-Blood Space containing a Samsara Node. It can inject the consciousness of Dark-Blood warriors, then transmit them to a Rule Node for reshaping. However, this process is extremely lengthy, taking roughly ten years to complete the life reshaping.]

The Guide's answer extinguished most of the hope that had ignited in Tong Xin.

Resurrect once every ten years?

How many decades did he have in his life? Even if he underwent genetic modification with the Moon Eclipse Clan in the future, it would only extend his lifespan by a few decades.

His lifespan simply could not afford such a long resurrection cooldown.

In Tong Xin's eyes, the Dark-Blood Clan's resurrection ability made no difference whether it existed or not.

"Hahaha, Director, this isn't bad; the process of waiting for death will surely be full of anticipation. If it really works, looking at the death cooldown calendar every day in the future will make life feel especially hopeful."

Hearing Zui Nai's teasing, Tong Xin spat:

"Making me wait day after day for ten years, I feel more like the believer."

Just as Tong Xin was preparing to give up, the Guide continued speaking at that moment:

[However, while others need to wait ten years, you do not.]

"What do you mean?" Tong Xin was suddenly startled.

[If you embed the "Divine Grail" Life Soul and establish a stable faith connection with the Dark-Blood Clan, you can continuously obtain malleable Faith Power. This malleable energy can transform into many substances and also provide energy to accelerate the operation of rules.]

[Simply put, you can spend Faith Power to accelerate the resurrection speed of Dark-Blood warriors after their death.]

The Guide's answer reignited hope in Tong Xin, who had already thought of giving up.

By establishing faith with Dark-Blood warriors to gain continuously produced Faith Power, then using a portion of that Faith Power to accelerate the resurrection of Dark-Blood warriors.

If a connection could truly be established, he would possess an infinitely loyal Dark-Blood Legion.

The script was already written; the remaining question was, how should he make the Dark-Blood warriors develop faith in him.

Nightfall mentioned three key points in his reply: mystery, spiritual sustenance (a sense of security), and a story system.

He needed to layout his strategy from these three aspects.

In other words, he needed to tell a good story, making the Dark-Blood Clan willing to believe and generate awe.

Starting from this story, he would gradually lead the Dark-Blood Clan into the faith framework, creating the concept in their cognition that devout faith could solve all problems, gradually turning them into devout believers.

"Brothers, you continue having fun; I'm going to the library to check relevant materials."

"Go ahead; we await your good news." Iron Hammer nodded, knowing the Director was clearly tempted.

A few minutes later, Tong Xin arrived at the library area within the Emperor Tomb Village Space.

Entering keywords for search, a vast number of books immediately came into view.

"Revelation of the Eternal Light"

Summary: A mythological work recorded in the eyes of the Sky Wolf Clan, exploring the eternal struggle of the world's samsara and the significance of the Sky Wolf God creating the world.

"Voice of the Void"

Summary: Sacred truths recorded by the Great Priest of the White Feather Clan, revealing the entire process of a god's birth and the enlightenment of the White Feather Clan.

"Book of Stars: Destiny"

"Annual Rings of the Life Divine Tree"

The library recorded information on a vast number of races and the gods they worshipped.

These were exactly what Tong Xin needed now.

He intended to cram on relevant knowledge to understand the process by which a race establishes faith and worship.

Although it was unclear whether this method was feasible, he had to try; how could he be willing to give up just like that?

What was certain was that deceiving a wise lifeform possessing higher intelligence and an independent value system was not easy.

But as a player, he felt he still possessed certain advantages.

Perhaps he could truly succeed.

Opening the first book, the beginning of the story told of the world's birth, when chaos and the unknown permeated heaven and earth.

During this period, a weak primitive tribe was born.

The text mentioned plagues and death, as well as the Sky Wolf God descending to sweep away the plague; the primitive tribal lifeforms who witnessed this miracle firmly believed this was the god protecting them.

Thus, the concept of the Sky Wolf God was born.

The tribal life revered the Sirius God as their supreme faith, building altars and holding grand sacrificial ceremonies to pray for the Sirius God's protection.

And the Sirius God had always guarded the Sirius Clan, witnessing their proliferation and growth, becoming an eternal pillar in the spiritual world of the Sirius Clan.

……

For the next three days, Tong Xin spent all his time in the library.

After flipping through a large number of books related to religious faith, he discovered a common characteristic existing in these faith stories.

The rapid establishment of faith required the manifestation of miracles.

Miracles such as curing incurable diseases and resurrecting the dead could very intuitively demonstrate the power and authority of a deity.

Shocking miracles could even omit the process of gradually establishing faith; as long as the ability exceeded the scope of cognition, it could instantly ignite a sense of awe and worship in the observers.

Tong Xin felt he could completely start from this aspect.

With an idea in mind, he immediately contacted his brothers from the Kindergarten Guild to discuss how to stage a shocking miracle manifestation.

Upon learning of his idea, the players of the Kindergarten Guild expressed their support one after another, offering their own opinions and providing reference suggestions.

During this period, Zui Nai proposed an interesting idea.

He stated that the Monster World was a world of extraordinary power systems, and displaying ordinary extraordinary power could not bring about shock; perhaps they could construct a miracle through the setting of player death and resurrection.

But to make the miracle have a better presentation, they would still need a group of extras to cooperate.

Through a resurrection ceremony, they would establish the cognitive identity in the watching Darkblood warriors that Tong Xin was the agent of a god, and secondly, demonstrate the ability of death and resurrection.

But this miracle display would have only one chance; if it failed and revealed flaws, there would not be a next time.

Therefore, before implementing the plan, every detail needed to be carefully finalized to ensure no loopholes would appear during the "miracle" demonstration process.

During the discussion, Tie Chui pulled Hei Ye Jiang Zhi into the team group chat.

The always enthusiastic Hei Ye Jiang Zhi also provided many reference suggestions.

Among them was a viewpoint mentioning that they could use the "Imperial Omen," known by many factions in the Monster World, to establish a high-level faith, with Tong Xin acting as a subordinate of the Imperial Omen to then establish faith with the Darkblood Clan.

The most significant benefit of doing this was providing verifiable common cognition, and this cognition could also be used to strengthen the credibility of the story.

Several hours later, the plan for the miracle demonstration was officially finalized, and subsequently, a post was published on the player forum:

[Recruiting extras, price negotiable via private message, payment in cash or Sacrificial Power preferred, actors with relevant work experience preferred.]

After posting the recruitment for extras, Tong Xin began to conceive a reasonable opening.

Although it was a miracle demonstration, he certainly could not display it proactively; instead, he had to let the Darkblood warriors discover it passively.

He would let the Darkblood warriors secretly observe the manifestation of the miracle and be shocked by it.

And the purpose of the extras was to set off his status, allowing the Darkblood warriors to intuitively see that he was the agent of the god behind the Player Clan.

Only with this layer of identity could he tell the story of faith well in subsequent contacts.

……

Two days later.

Deep within the dense forest of the Colorful Mist Coast.

Over a hundred players gathered together.

On the stone platform in the center, Tie Chui and Zui Nai lay quietly; their bodies were covered with crisscrossing scars, and dark red scabs looked particularly glaring against their pale skin, with some wounds still oozing blood that slowly flowed down the stone platform.

At this moment, Tie Chui's Iron Face was covered in sweat and bloodstains, messy strands of hair sticking to his forehead:

"Director, we sacrificed too much for you; remember to give us a big red envelope when it's over."

"Definitely; how much health bar is left? Do you need a refill?"

"One more sip, or I'm about to kick the bucket," Tie Chui panted in the voice channel.

Hearing this, Tong Xin immediately handed the recovery potion in his hand to Tie Chui's mouth.

The audience had not yet arrived; this was not the time for Tie Chui to die.

On the other side, Zui Nai also spoke up at this time:

"Give me a sip too."

Tong Xin immediately took out another bottle of potion and handed it to Zui Nai.

According to information provided by players on the forum, this was an area where the Darkblood Clan had been active frequently recently, with many players encountering Darkblood operations here.

Before starting the performance, he had already asked nearby brothers to activate the perception of the Eagle-Headed Demon.

At this moment, both Zui Nai and Tie Chui held a special healing medicine in their mouths, sold in the mall for 500 Sacrificial Power.

As long as the audience entered the scene, the performance could begin at any time.

……

Colorful Mist Coast.

A huge monster crashed to the ground with a thunderous sound, causing the ground to tremble slightly; its body was like a small mountain, its scales covered in cracks and scorched marks, and blood gushed from its wounds, dyeing the land beneath it red.

An Sui, having successfully hunted, immediately stepped forward to drain the monster's blood.

The Darkblood warriors following behind him also acted one after another, joining this gluttonous feast.

But hierarchy was strict; as the Legion Commander, An Sui occupied half of the blood qi energy, while the remaining Darkblood warriors shared the rest.

Before long, this monster was reduced to nothing but skin and bones, the blood qi energy within its body completely drained.

Feeling his strength recovered once again, An Sui nodded in satisfaction and looked at his clansmen.

Among this group of clansmen, the strongest one was already close to the size of a three or four-year-old child, and the rest of the clansmen had also grown significantly compared to when they were first born.

With the feeding ended, An Sui led his clansmen to continue searching for prey.

During these days of hunting, he discovered that the living beings in this world had pure and abundant blood qi with very few impurities, and the conversion efficiency of blood qi brought by each hunt was extremely high.

This was completely different from the environment of the minor world he had previously inhabited.

Even between breaths, he could feel energy particles circulating within his body, nourishing every cell, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort.

This also made him understand why An Xing was unwilling to leave.

The upper limit of this world was extremely high.

The development brought by lying dormant for long years in a minor world yielded less benefit than a small-scale plundering war in this world.

But how difficult it was to gain a foothold in this world.

The moment he saw the Black Black Tide, he knew he was in danger.

To establish a node in this area, the Black Black Tide was an unavoidable challenge.

He had already considered changing his territory to avoid the Black Black Tide.

But before that, he still wanted to contact the Player Clan as much as possible to understand the background of this faction.

If it was confirmed that the Player Clan had deep foundations, or even possessed strength sufficient to contend with the Black Black Tide, perhaps becoming an affiliated faction of the Player Clan would also be a good choice.

With a backer, future development would obviously be smoother.

While exploring forward, An Sui encountered a player squad that was hunting, and subsequently decisively led his clansmen to intervene and help.

But after ending the battle and attempting to converse, the players were completely unwilling to stay, heading straight towards the direction of the Evil Moon Domain.

This made An Sui extremely depressed.

Ever since the players destroyed his space and looted all his resources, whenever they met the Player Clan, they only received encouragement, with no one willing to pay him much attention.

It was evident that he held no value in the eyes of the players.

If he could not obtain intelligence information about the Player Clan, he would have no choice but to relocate.

From the contacts of these past few days, he understood what the encouragement from the Player Clan meant.

Obviously, they hoped he would grow up as quickly as possible, and then get slashed again.

It seemed friendly on the surface, but in reality, it was because he was currently too weak and offered no profit to be made.

But once he established sufficient factional foundations, the Player Clan would reveal their bloodthirsty fangs.

Just like when they plundered the Darkblood space, greedily destroying everything he had worked hard to build.

Seemingly encouragement, but actually hiding malicious intent.

The feeling he got was that he was like livestock raised freely by the Player Clan, with the sharp blades in the players' hands already hanging high above his head.

This was also the main reason he felt unable to establish an affiliated relationship with the Player Clan and needed to evacuate quickly.

Passing through a patch of White Leaf Forest, at this time, a clansman behind him gave a warning, indicating that a large amount of blood qi energy was gathering ahead.

After nodding, An Sui moved in the direction pointed out by his clansman.

As he approached, he slowed his pace, easily climbed an ancient tree, and gazed toward the open area ahead.

Bringing his vision closer, he was surprised to find that over a hundred players had gathered here.

They formed a circle, and on the stone platform in the center lay two players who were severely injured.

Judging by blood qi perception, these two players were already in a dying state; if effective treatment was not administered soon, they would die quickly.

The spiritual patterns on his forehead lit up, and he began to listen to the players' conversation.

The conversation between the players made him understand exactly what had happened.

Not long ago, these two players had been severely injured during a hunt, falling into a coma and a dying state.

It could be seen that the other members held the player standing by the stone platform in great respect, addressing him as the Divine Envoy.

Just as An Sui wondered how this Divine Envoy would treat the dying clansmen, a scene that surprised him occurred.

The Divine Envoy stated that the injuries of the two clansmen were too severe, and rather than treating them, it would be better to kill them.

Subsequently, the Divine Envoy raised both hands and placed them on the heads of the two dying clansmen; before long, these two members of the Player Clan dissipated into points of light, the blood qi fluctuations disappearing along with them, obviously decomposed by the Divine Envoy through some method.

But after a brief surprise, An Sui did not feel there was any problem.

Every clan had different cultures; given the fearless character of the Player Clan, perhaps death in their eyes was not unacceptable.

It might even be a kind of honor.

This point could be seen from the Player Clan members launching death charges against the Black Black Tide.

But the subsequent conversation among the Player Clan members left An Sui in disbelief.

The Divine Envoy, with an indifferent expression, stated that their clansmen would soon be resurrected, restored to perfect condition, under the power of Di Zhao.

Resurrection?!

Although their Dark Erosion Legion possessed the power of reincarnation, this was entirely different from resurrection.

Fallen Dark Erosion warriors could only return in the weakest form of an infant through reincarnation, starting their growth from zero.

This process also caused the loss of all memories; they could only understand the past by consulting their inheritance imprints, but this was merely understanding, making it difficult to establish strong emotional connections with their previous lives.

It was more like becoming a completely new individual who simply had access to past information.

Therefore, the concept of resurrection truly frightened the Dark Erosion.

If the dead players could indeed return unharmed as the Divine Envoy described, it would completely surpass his understanding.

Suddenly, an image of the Player Clan members charging forward without fear of death flashed through his mind.

"Could they really be resurrected without any loss?"

Filled with disbelief, An Sui decided to observe the upcoming resurrection process.

However, the Divine Envoy did nothing, merely standing quietly by the stone platform, while the other Player Clan members watched him with respectful gazes, indicating his high status.

Amidst fragmented conversations, the Divine Envoy mentioned resurrection again.

His words roughly conveyed one meaning: devout believers of Di Zhao feared no form of death; even if decomposed into nothingness, they could be resurrected and reborn.

But An Sui remained skeptical about this.

If this Di Zhao were truly that powerful, An Xing would surely have mentioned it.

Although An Xing had introduced many powerful forces, including the Combat Insect Race and the Terrifying Black Black Tide, he had never spoken of the Di Zhao mentioned by the Player Clan.

Similar viewpoints were also recorded in the inheritance imprints.

Many forces in minor worlds worshipped a supreme creator god, described as the God of Creation, but in essence, this was just a more powerful lifeform; so-called gods were no match for the Dark Erosion Legion.

Having seen too much, he had developed an immunity to such boasts about gods.

He did not believe true perfect resurrection was possible.

As time passed, An Sui continued to wait patiently in the tree.

Half an hour later, two figures appeared on the stone platform accompanied by a flash of white light.

As his vision drew closer and he clearly saw the faces of these two figures, An Sui was utterly shocked.

When the Divine Envoy had decomposed his clansmen earlier, he had carefully examined the faces of those two Player Clan members.

Judging by the frequency of their qi and blood fluctuations, as well as their appearances, these two were indeed the Player Clan members who had just been killed by the Divine Envoy.

Emotions surged within him like a Black Tide, unable to settle for a long time.

Was it really a lossless resurrection?!

The facts stood before his eyes, yet An Sui still found it hard to believe.

The words the Divine Envoy had spoken earlier then surfaced in his mind: believing in Di Zhao granted the ability of infinite resurrection.

If such an ability truly existed, wouldn't the Player Clan become an immortal force that could not be killed?

Amidst his fluctuating emotions, An Sui suppressed the shock in his heart and continued to listen to the Player Clan members' exchange.

The two resurrected clansmen bowed respectfully to the Divine Envoy, thanking him for helping them complete their life reshaping.

After a long while, this group of players dispersed.

But An Sui remained stunned in place, his mind repeatedly replaying the images of the two dying players he had first seen, comparing them with the two resurrected players who had just returned.

By comparing these memory images, it could be basically confirmed that the two decomposed players had indeed been resurrected.

Could it be true?

Filled with immense confusion, he decided to seek An Xing's help.

Before long, An Sui, having entered the Dark Erosion space, contacted An Xing, whose expression was haggard.

"An Sui, what matter brings you to seek me?"

"An Xing, I have a doubt; do you know of Di Zhao?"

Hearing this name, An Xing slowly raised his head, looked at An Sui, and explained in a hoarse voice:

"Di Zhao is the creator of the Monster World and the origin of all things in this world. The Heavenly Curse Race, which destroyed our stronghold in the Monster World, worships a god that was once a believer of Di Zhao. Where did you learn of Di Zhao?"

An Xing's answer left An Sui stunned.

A logical thread formed in his mind.

The Heavenly Curse Race had destroyed the Dark Erosion Legion led by An Xing; the members of the Heavenly Curse Race worshipped a powerful god, and this god had once been a believer of Di Zhao.

The Player Clan directly worshipped Di Zhao, the origin of all things.

"Hiss!"

At this moment, the strength of the Player Clan became concrete in his mind.

"The Player Clan truly possesses profound foundations!"

(End of Chapter)