Chapter 169: The Faith Plan, Deep Foundations

The self-isolation time in the small black room ended.

Hearing Tong Xin's figure appeared in the Colored Mist Coast newbie village space.

Opening the spatial bag, the tradeable Divine Core Painful Painful Minghun lay quietly in spatial slot number 28.

Its shape resembled a crystal.

Looking closely, one could discover the Divine Core was composed of runes arranged and combined according to specific laws, with light ribbons connecting the runes to form a complex network matrix.

According to the introduction in the All-Channel notification, this was a special Painful Painful Minghun that could not be obtained through purchase.

This meant the value of this Divine Core Painful Painful Minghun must far exceed the 200,000 Shou Shou Jili revenue brought by the containment.

Friend request notifications continued to ring incessantly in his mind.

After blocking the friend add function, Hearing Tong Xin couldn't help but laugh heartily.

At this moment, his heart held only the relief and joy of hardship giving way to sweetness.

Returning to the Emperor's Tomb village space via teleportation, he first went to the pet shop to purchase a growth-type pet, Light Spirit Feather.

After consuming Shou Shou Jili to cultivate it to level 25, he went to the Armed Vehicle Factory and applied the forum template "Cloud-Hidden Azure Dragon" to craft a flying sword with black as its main color.

Upon completion, a flying sword with black qi swirling on its surface appeared before him, its design cool and stylish.

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

At sunset, the orange-red afterglow spread gently like a thin veil.

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

At this time, player figures were everywhere along the beach.

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

At this moment, the kindergarten's good brothers were grilling meat by the beach; the rack was hammered from metal picked up on the ancient battlefield, and the charcoal was made from trees burned in the dense forests of the Colored Mist Coast.

These basics could all be purchased from the trading hall.

Seeing his arrival, the brothers who were talking and laughing all raised their middle fingers at him in unison.

"Headmaster, this is the 'scaring us to death' you mentioned? I really was scared to death by you. Tell us quickly how you did it?"

The burly Iron Hammer stood up and handed over a freshly grilled silver-tailed fish.

Hearing Tong Xin reached out without hesitation to take it, ignoring the heat, and took a huge bite.

The charred aroma and crispy texture of the fish skin exploded between his teeth with a "crunch" sound; the tender fish meat scattered like silk, carrying a faint fresh fragrance that instantly ignited his taste buds.

"Headmaster, here's your chance to show off. Start your story immediately." Drunk Milk chuckled at this moment.

The other members of the Kindergarten also joined in the commotion, signaling Hearing Tong Xin to start immediately.

Hearing Tong Xin sat down then, opened his mouth to take another bite of the delicious silver-tailed fish, and his expression turned deep:

"This is a wonderful adventure. Everything starts from when I was hunted by the Thorn Beast..."

"Headmaster, interrupting. Condense the content. I don't want to hear the love-hate story between you and the Thorn Beast. Please start from when you met the Seventh Generation Meng Yuan Chu. Did the Seventh Generation Meng Yuan Chu use his face to get picked up by you? Also, did you buy the bomb to kill the Meng Yuan Chu?" Gulu raised his hand at this moment, interrupting Hearing Tong Xin's storytelling session.

Hearing Tong Xin couldn't help but roll his eyes, then started recounting from the cliff fall.

But the story's content differed significantly from the actual situation.

The life-and-death struggle after falling from the cliff became a precise control of timing, twisting and turning in the air, using super-high technique to land precisely, with only a minor scrape in the end.

Hearing this, the Kindergarten players' faces all showed expressions of contempt.

Based on their understanding of the Headmaster.

A scrape could basically be understood as a life-threatening severe injury.

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

"Five... Why drink potions for a scrape? I activated Stone Skin the instant I landed, perfectly offsetting it."

Upon hearing this, the Kindergarten players couldn't help but laugh heartily, and Iron Hammer nodded proudly:

"Stop explaining. We all know you drank five bottles. By that deduction, you must have broken at least several bones. You probably cried from the pain, right?"

"Nonsense. I haven't cried since elementary school."

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

Learning that the Headmaster had survived a near-certain death and successfully contained the Divine Core statue in the valley that had been on the verge of death for countless years, although they teased verbally, they were happy for the Headmaster deep inside.

Having been together for so many years.

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

Whether in the game or in reality, as long as there was trouble, the Headmaster would definitely step in to help.

Several months ago, when the Star Network distributed the Monster World link in the group chat, the Headmaster thought it was a scam link and kicked out the Welfare Officer; they could fully understand this behavior, as it was done to protect group members from being scammed.

The Headmaster's failure to enter the game had always been a regret in their hearts.

The Kindergarten without the Headmaster was like missing its backbone; they always felt something was lacking.

This time, the Headmaster successfully secured the Seventh Generation Meng Yuan Chu and directly sent a 120,000 Shou Shou Jili red packet in the guild chat channel.

The Headmaster was still the Headmaster in their memories who considered his brothers in everything.

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

"Headmaster, how do you plan to handle this Divine Core Painful Painful Minghun? Just now, several guild leaders contacted me saying they couldn't add you, asking if you had any intention to sell. The price is negotiable."

"Not selling!"

Hearing Tong Xin chose to refuse without hesitation.

In modern society, under the condition that money is not lacking in reality to solve livelihood, all races use virtual goods as their main consumption items.

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

Therefore, he had no intention of selling the special Painful Painful Minghun at all.

"Planning to use it yourself?"

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

"The problem is that the Divine Spark Painful Painful Minghun requires believers to obtain the power of faith. Where am I supposed to find believers willing to have faith in me?"

As he spoke, Hearing 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? Monster World has memory and emotion detection settings—how could I possibly develop faith in you?"

"Director, save it. We'd like to help you, but the problem is that faith is simply impossible."

Hearing Tong Xin heard this and couldn't help but sigh:

"This Painful Painful Minghun feels pretty strong. As long as I can cultivate a group of believers, I can continuously produce the power of faith. But the question of how to create believers is really beyond the syllabus."

"Director, don't rush. First ask the Guide what the definition of faith is, then post on the forum and brainstorm to see if there's any way to create believers."

"I asked the Guide, and the answer it gave me was: to have awe and devotion toward me, and to regard me as the sustenance and reliance of the soul."

"Damn, this Painful Painful Minghun is trash. Who's going to have faith in you? Even if you give people money, they'd just think you're a sucker and an idiot—how could they possibly be sincerely devoted to you?" the cute baby glared and said at this moment.

After hearing Hearing Tong Xin's explanation, all the members of the Kindergarten group looked utterly speechless.

The Divine Spark Painful Painful Minghun seemed very strong on the surface, but the conditions for producing the power of faith were excessively harsh—nearly impossible to fulfill.

How to use the Divine Spark to create the power of faith—the players of the Kindergarten group began to discuss.

Not long after, a help-seeking post was published on the player forum:

【Help: I already have the Divine Spark Painful Painful Minghun in hand; all that's left is to establish a sect and spread its branches. Please help me think about how to maximize the characteristic effects of the Divine Spark Painful Painful Minghun.】

Original Poster: Kindergarten Director.

Content:

I'm sure everyone is very curious about how I obtained the Divine Spark Painful Painful Minghun. Let me describe the process in detail first—no need to private message me to ask.

Specifically, I have to start from when I was being hunted down….

The current situation is: how should I go about finding devout believers?

I've already explained the Guide's definition of faith in detail above. Monster World should have memory and emotion detection functions in this game, so devout believers must be genuinely devout—not like forming a party where you just send an invite and the other person accepts to establish a faith connection.

This problem is giving me such a headache. The Divine Spark Painful Painful Minghun feels very strong, but I just can't figure out the right way to use it.

I sincerely request the forum bigshots to brainstorm and give me a reliable plan. I'm offering a bounty of 1,000 points of Shou Shou Jili—any effective plan will be tipped directly in the post.

(As a final bonus for everyone, there's a level-189 fourth-generation Meng Yuan Chu in the valley at the coordinates I'm giving. Whoever has the ability can go try it.)

Comment Section:

Suifeng Caisheng Mengzhong Youren: You really deserve to die. I imagined you went through a hard-fought battle to take down a seventh-generation Meng Yuan Chu, but it turns out you ran into a dying seventh-generation one, and God Kali just deposited such a huge fortune into your account. I can't accept this. I want to become an exploration-party player too. I want to jump off cliffs too!

Wa Shi Yi Tiao Mao: I feel this Painful Painful Minghun is probably trash. I suggest decomposing it and exchanging it for Shou Shou Jili. In this day and age, who's going to have faith in you? Even giving money can't make people believe in you. My understanding of faith is a spiritual sustenance—who's sick enough to take you as their spiritual sustenance? Material sustenance is possible, but the possibility of spiritual sustenance is almost zero. Unless you give birth to a bunch of kids yourself and instill faith in them from the heart, but the cycle is too long and the quantity too small—it's simply not feasible.

Taiyang Zhao Chang Shengqi: Forget about the player faction. We're all players—even if you're level 1,000, in our eyes you're still the same kind as us. We might acknowledge you as the big brother, but faith is absolutely impossible. You could instead consider the weak natives of Monster World, gradually building faith by giving them various resources. But they're all intelligent beings, and it's hard to build spiritual faith in you just by supplying resources. My suggestion is also to decompose it—it's too difficult.

Wudi Kutou: I feel you can keep this Painful Painful Minghun for now and not use it. Find a small faction similar to the Earth-Eaters, support and cultivate them from the bottom, help them gradually rise and establish an empire. That way it might be possible to build a faith of kingship + divine right. But whether it's actually feasible, I don't know—I'm just casually throwing out a suggestion. I feel if this Painful Painful Minghun can really be developed into a usable form, it would be extremely strong. The power of faith is malleable energy. I asked the Guide and learned it's energy similar to Bliss Power, and it can even be traded—it's simply a money-printing machine.

……

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

But no clear, feasible plan was ever discussed.

The most upvoted was Black Night Is Coming's analysis, which gave Hearing Tong Xin a line of thinking to solve the problem.

Black Night Is Coming:

I'm late—I was just consulting the Guide on related questions. Next, I'll give you some suggestions that might work.

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

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

Believers are willing to believe in and revere unwaveringly, taking the values provided by the one being believed in as their code of conduct, even as the basis for value judgments, and regarding the one being believed in as their spiritual sustenance.

In other words, believers will trust all your words unconditionally, even to the point of giving up everything for you, and even dying for you.

Note: when I say dying, I don't mean dying in a way that can be revived afterward, nor does it represent an unrevivable death in reality—it refers to a kind of thought.

Religious faith, philosophical faith, political faith—all can meet this standard.

This condition alone dooms it so that no player can become your believer.

So when choosing believers, you can only choose the native lifeforms of Monster World, not players.

Since it's a Divine Spark, the route you must take is undoubtedly one similar to religious faith.

The foundation for establishing this kind of faith is "mystery." Players know you inside and out, so inherently there's no possibility of them having faith in you.

So if you want to take this route, you must maintain an aloof sense of mystery when cultivating Monster World's native lifeforms, even interacting with believers through agents.

On this foundation, you also need to construct a complete system of faith.

Many religious stories and doctrines contain supernatural elements—for example, in ancient Christianity, the stories of God creating the world, the flood destroying the world, and Noah's Ark; in Buddhism, the various supernatural powers of the Buddha. These contents exceed ordinary people's everyday understanding, easily arousing believers' curiosity, drawing them to explore religious culture in depth, and laying the foundation for establishing faith.

But Monster World already has supernatural powers, so you need to construct an even more powerful deity—one whose abilities are far beyond simply altering nature.

Secondly, you need to satisfy the spiritual needs of believers.

The beings of Monster World are also troubled by many uncertainties—death, war, disasters, and so on.

You need to give believers a kind of supernatural comfort, such as the mysterious notions in religion regarding the soul and the afterlife, letting them believe that life continues, filling the fear and confusion in their hearts toward the unknown, and thereby making it easier for them to accept the faith you provide.

Finally, I have to mention creating a sense of mystery again.

Political faith can be materialized—for example, communist faith once inspired countless people to strive unremittingly for the realization of a communist society, even sacrificing themselves for it.

But if you choose religious faith, you must establish an ethereal persona (divine persona) for yourself. This kind of vague, indistinct sense of distance can strengthen your lofty status and make believers more devout.

Based on these characteristics, you can only find weak ethnic groups to cultivate faith in.

As for the Black Tide, Bliss, Ancient Gods, and other powerful forces—forget it. It would be strange if they believed in you.

The strength of the Divine Spark Painful Painful Minghun is indeed extremely high, but the conditions for activating it are very harsh—the process is no less than establishing a new civilization.

Although you can preach to establish your own system of faith within other factions, the foundations of an intelligent civilization are not something you can easily shake—this is too difficult.

Perhaps one day in the future, when you possess sufficiently powerful strength, you can learn from the Ascension Race and set up a small-world ranch, spreading the light of the divine, becoming a deity that stands above the small world.

Writing up to here, I also thought of another possibility.

That is to join the Reverse Tide Legion, establish a comrade-in-arms faith of life and death with its warriors, a faith where one can sacrifice for the other; perhaps this can also generate faith power.

But the problem returns: the number of comrades who can provide such faith will certainly not be large; perhaps your believer-comrade will die on the battlefield tomorrow.

Including raising a small clan in the Monster World also carries too many uncertainties.

Perhaps one day the second Tian Huo Fa Wang will descend and annihilate the weak faction you have worked hard to support.

After thinking it over, the most stable method is only to learn from the Ascended Clan: establish a new cognition in a small world, then continuously produce faith power for you.

To establish stable faith production in the Monster World, unless your believers can resurrect after death just like us players, only then can there be infinite fault tolerance to deal with various emergencies.

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

Colorful Mist Coast, by the beach.

Flipping through the forum players' replies, Hearing Tong Xin grew colder the more he read.

Especially the analysis post by Hei Ye Jiang Zhi, which detailed the definition of faith and the harsh requirements for establishing faith.

It could be called high risk, high reward.

But the high risk likely brings the sudden loss of a weak faction supported with years of hard work, rendering all efforts in vain.

"This Divine Seat Painful Painful Minghun, it seems I cannot afford to play it."

The number of replies was still constantly increasing; Hearing Tong Xin turned his head to look at the You Er Tuan brothers, who were also flipping through replies, and said helplessly.

"No, we should just sell it; relying solely on our abilities, it is indeed very difficult to establish a religious faith." Tie Chui also sighed along.

If the Director takes off, they can also follow along and eat meat.

But the "Divine Seat" is a Painful Painful Minghun trait that ordinary players simply cannot play.

Establishing faith is already difficult; now one must also consider how to protect believers, adding a layer of risk to an already difficult method of obtaining faith power.

Hearing this, Hearing Tong Xin immediately also had the thought of giving up.

Letting him charge into battle is no problem, but cultivating a faction is truly a bit too much for him.

"Forget it, I'll ask later which guild's Guild Master is willing to buy the Divine Seat Painful Painful Minghun; if no one buys it, I'll dismantle it, which can also produce a lot of Shou Shou Jili."

Saying this, Hearing 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 visually shared the forum interface in front of him.

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

I Am The Destiny: After reading Hei Ge's analysis, I thought of a faction very suitable for establishing faith: the Dark Descendants.

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

From the conversation, one could hear they wanted to investigate the background of us players, even having a feeling of wanting to rely on us players, but they were very hesitant; so I think you can try approaching the Dark Descendants. They are currently at their wit's end and desperately need a thigh 【patron】; you go over, act extremely arrogant, praise our player clan to the skies, and first build up the sense of mystery.

By the way, the Guide said the Dark Descendants also have resurrection ability, but I didn't ask in detail about the specific method of resurrection.

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

"Guide Ge, I need you!"

【Go ahead.】 The Guide glanced at Hearing Tong Xin.

"Introduce the Dark Descendants to me in detail; the ones I looted resources from in the Dark Descendant Space last time. Do they really have resurrection ability?"

Hearing this, the Guide nodded indifferently:

【They have resurrection ability. The Dark Shards you contacted controlled a Dark Descendant Space, inside which was a Reincarnation Node. It can inject the consciousness of Dark Descendant warriors, then transmit it to a Rule Node for reshaping, but this process is extremely long, taking about ten years to complete life reshaping.】

The Guide's answer caused the hope ignited in Hearing Tong Xin to instantly extinguish by more than half.

Resurrect once every ten years?

How many decades does he have in this lifetime? Even if he undergoes genetic modification with the Moon Eater Clan in the future, it would only extend his life by a few decades.

His lifespan simply cannot wait for such a long resurrection cooldown.

In his eyes, the Dark Descendants' resurrection ability made no difference whether it existed or not.

"Hahaha, Director, this is great; the process of waiting for death will surely be full of anticipation. If it really works, looking at the death cooldown calendar every day from now on, life will be exceptionally full of hope."

Hearing Zui Nai's teasing, Hearing Tong Xin spat:

"Letting me wait day after day for ten years, I feel more like a believer."

Just as Hearing Tong Xin was preparing to give up, the Guide suddenly continued speaking:

【However, others need to wait ten years, but you do not need to.】

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

【If you embed the "Divine Seat" Painful Painful Minghun and establish a stable faith connection with the Dark Descendants, you can continuously obtain malleable energy faith power. This malleable energy can transform many substances and can also provide energy to accelerate the operation of rules.】

【Simply explained, you can spend faith power to accelerate the resurrection speed of Dark Descendant warriors after their death.】

The Guide's answer caused Hearing Tong Xin, who had already had the thought of giving up, to reignite hope.

Establish a faith connection with Dark Descendant warriors to obtain continuously produced faith power, then use a portion of that faith power to accelerate the resurrection of Dark Descendant warriors.

If a connection can truly be established, he will possess an infinitely loyal Dark Descendant Legion.

The script is already written; the next question is, how can he make the Dark Descendant warriors generate faith in him?

Hei Ye Jiang Zhi mentioned three keys in his reply: sense of mystery, spiritual sustenance (sense of security), and story system.

He needs to unfold his layout from these three aspects.

That is to say, he needs to tell a good story, making the Dark Descendants willing to believe and generate awe.

Then, starting from this story, let the Dark Descendants gradually enter the faith framework, generating the concept in their cognition that only devout faith can solve all problems, gradually becoming devout believers.

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

"Go, I await your good news." Iron Hammer nodded, knowing the Headmaster was clearly moved.

A few minutes later, Hearing Tong Xin arrived at the library area of the space beneath Di Zhao Village.

He input keywords to search, and immediately a vast number of books came into view.

"Revelations of the Eternal Light"

Synopsis: A mythological work recorded in the eyes of the Wolf Clan, exploring the eternal struggle of world cycles and the meaning of the Wolf God's creation of the world.

"Voice of the Void"

Synopsis: Sacred truths recorded by the High Priest of the White Feather Clan, revealing the entire process of the gods' birth and their teaching of the White Feather Clan.

"Book of Stars: Fate"

"Tree Rings of the Life God Tree"

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

These were exactly what Hearing Tong Xin needed now.

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

Although unclear whether this method was feasible, he had to try; how could he bear to give up like this?

What could be certain was that fooling a life form possessing high intelligence and an independent value system was not easy.

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

Perhaps Zhen Neng Cheng Gong.

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

A weak primitive tribe was born during this period.

It mentioned plagues and death, and the Wolf God descending to sweep away the plague; the primitive tribe life forms witnessing this miracle firmly believed this was the god protecting them.

Thus, the concept of the Wolf God was born.

The tribe life forms revered the Wolf God as the supreme faith, built altars, held grand sacrificial ceremonies, and prayed for the Wolf God's protection.

And the Wolf God always protected the Wolf Clan, witnessing their proliferation and growth, becoming the eternal pillar of the Wolf Clan's spiritual world.

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

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

The rapid establishment of faith required the manifestation of miracles.

Miracles such as curing terminal illnesses and resurrecting the dead could intuitively demonstrate the god's power and authority.

Shocking miracles could even omit the process of gradually establishing faith; as long as the ability exceeded the scope of cognition, it could instantly trigger the viewer's awe and admiration.

Hearing Tong Xin felt he could completely start from this aspect.

With an idea, he immediately contacted the brothers of the Toddler Group to discuss how to stage a shocking miracle manifestation.

Upon learning his idea, the players of the Toddler Group Guild expressed support one after another, offering their own views and reference suggestions.

During this, Drunk Milk proposed an interesting idea.

He stated that the Monster World was a world of extraordinary power systems; ordinary displays of extraordinary power could not bring shock, so perhaps a miracle could be constructed through the player death and resurrection setting.

But to make the miracle perform better, a group of extras would still be needed to cooperate.

Through a resurrection ceremony, establish the Darkblood Warrior observers' cognitive identity that Hearing Tong Xin was the god's agent, and then display the ability of death and resurrection.

But this miracle display had only one chance; if it failed and revealed flaws, there would be no next time.

Therefore, every detail needed to be carefully finalized before the plan's implementation to ensure no slip-ups occurred during the "miracle" demonstration process.

During the discussion, Iron Hammer pulled Nightfall Approaches into the team group chat.

The always-enthusiastic Nightfall Approaches also provided many reference suggestions.

Among them was a viewpoint: use "Beneath Di Zhao," known by many factions in the Monster World, to establish a Gao Wei faith, with Hearing Tong Xin as the subordinate of Beneath Di Zhao establishing faith with the Darkblood Clan.

The most significant benefit of doing this was providing a verifiable common cognition, which could also strengthen the story's credibility through this cognition.

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

【Recruiting extras, price via private chat, payment in cash or Shou Shou Jili; actors with relevant work experience preferred.】

After publishing the post to recruit extras, Hearing Tong Xin began to conceive a reasonable opening.

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

Let the Darkblood Warrior secretly observe the miracle's manifestation and be shocked by it.

And the meaning of the extras was to set off his status, letting the Darkblood Warrior intuitively see his identity as the god's agent behind the Player Clan.

With this layer of identity, he could tell the faith story 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, Iron Hammer and Drunk Milk lay quietly; their bodies were covered with crisscrossing scars, and dark red scabs stood out starkly against their pale skin; some wounds were still oozing blood, flowing slowly down the stone platform.

At this moment, Iron Hammer's face was covered in sweat and bloodstains, with messy hair sticking to his forehead:

"Headmaster, we have sacrificed too much for you; remember to send a big red envelope when it's over."

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

"Give me another sip, or I'm about to hang up." Iron Hammer panted in the voice channel.

Hearing this, Hearing Tong Xin immediately extended the recovery potion in his hand to Iron Hammer's mouth.

The audience had not yet arrived; now was not the time for Iron Hammer to die.

Drunk Milk on the other side also spoke up at this time:

"Give me a sip too."

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

According to information provided by forum players, this is an area where the Dark Blood Clan has been active frequently recently, and many players have encountered Dark Blood Clan operations here.

Before the performance began, he had already asked nearby brothers to activate the Eagle-Head Demon's senses.

At this moment, Zui Nai and Tie Chui each had a special healing pill, priced at 500 Shou Shou Jili in the Shangcheng, in their mouths.

As long as the audience enters, the performance can start at any time.

Colorful Mist Coast.

A massive monster crashed to the ground, shaking the earth slightly; its body was like a small hill, its scales covered in cracks and blackened marks, fresh blood gushing from its wounds and staining the ground beneath it red.

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

The Dark Blood Clan warriors following behind him also moved one by one, joining this gluttonous feast.

But hierarchy must be observed; as the Legion Commander, An Sui claimed half the blood and qi energy, while the remaining Dark Blood warriors shared the rest.

Before long, the monster was reduced to skin and bones, its internal blood and qi energy completely drained.

Feeling his strength recover again, An Sui nodded in satisfaction and looked at his clan members.

Among this group of clan members, the strongest individual was already nearly the size of a three or four-year-old child, while the rest had also grown significantly compared to when they were first born.

With the meal finished, An Sui led his clan members to continue searching for prey.

During these days of hunting, he discovered that the creatures in this world possessed pure and abundant blood and qi energy with few impurities, making the conversion efficiency of blood and qi from each hunt extremely high.

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

Even with a single breath, he could feel energy particles circulating within his body, nourishing every cell and bringing an indescribable sense of comfort.

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

The upper limit of this world is extremely high.

The development gained from lying dormant in a small world for countless years is not as profitable as the gains from a small-scale plundering war in this world.

But establishing a foothold in this world is how difficult.

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

To establish a node in this area, the Black Tide is a challenge that cannot be avoided.

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

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

If it is confirmed that the Player Clan has deep foundations and even possesses strength sufficient to contend with the Black Tide, perhaps becoming an affiliated faction of the Player Clan would be a good choice.

With a backer, future development would obviously proceed more smoothly.

While exploring forward, An Sui encountered a player squad that was hunting, and then decisively led his clan members to offer assistance.

But after the battle ended, when he attempted to talk, the players were completely unwilling to stay and headed straight toward the Evil Moon Domain.

This made An Sui extremely depressed.

Ever since the players destroyed his space and stripped him of all resources, the Player Clan has done nothing but offer encouragement whenever they meet, showing no willingness to pay him much attention.

It is clear that he holds no value in the players' eyes.

If he cannot obtain intelligence information about the Player Clan, he will have no choice but to relocate.

Through these days of contact, he understood what the Player Clan's encouragement meant.

Obviously, they hoped he would grow up quickly, only to be slashed again.

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

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

Just as they did when plundering the Dark Blood Space, greedily destroying everything he had worked hard to build.

It seemed like encouragement, but in reality, it hid treacherous intentions.

The feeling he got was that he was like livestock raised by the Player Clan, with the Player Clan's sharp blade already hanging high over his head.

This is also the main reason he felt unable to establish an affiliated relationship with the Player Clan and needed to withdraw immediately.

Passing through a forest of white leaves, a clan member behind him gave a hint at this moment, indicating that a large amount of blood and qi energy was gathering ahead.

After nodding, An Sui moved in the direction pointed out by the clan member.

Upon approaching, he slowed his steps, easily climbed an ancient tree, and gazed out toward the open area ahead.

As his vision focused, he was surprised to discover that over a hundred players had gathered here.

They formed a circle, with two severely injured players lying on a stone platform in the center.

Judging by blood and qi perception, these two players were already in a state of near death and would die soon if effective treatment was not administered.

The spiritual pattern 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 suffered Zhong Shen Shou Zhong injuries during a hunt and fell into a coma, in a state of near death.

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

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

The Divine Envoy stated that the injuries of the two clan members 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 clan members; before long, these two Player Clan members dissolved into points of light, and the blood and qi fluctuations vanished, obviously having been decomposed by the Divine Envoy through some method.

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

Every clan has different cultures; given the Player Clan's fearless character, perhaps death in their eyes is not unacceptable.

It might even be a form of glory.

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

But the conversation among the Player Clan members that followed left An Sui incredulous.

The Divine Envoy, with a cold expression, stated that the clan members would soon be resurrected and return whole again under the power of Beneath Di Zhao.

Resurrected?!

Although the Ancestral Demon Legion possessed the ability of reincarnation, this was entirely different from resurrection.

The deceased Ancestral Demon warriors could only return in the weakest form of infants through reincarnation, starting from zero to grow.

This process would also cause the loss of all memories; they could only learn of the past by consulting the inheritance imprints, but that was merely understanding, making it difficult to establish a strong emotional connection with their previous lives.

It was more like becoming a completely new individual who could only view information from the past.

Therefore, the concept of resurrection truly frightened the Ancestral Demons.

If the deceased players could indeed return intact as described by the Divine Envoy, this completely surpassed his understanding.

A scene of Player Clan members charging fearlessly into death suddenly floated into his mind.

"Could it really be possible to resurrect without damage?"

Feeling incredulous, An Sui decided to observe the resurrection process that followed.

But the Divine Envoy did nothing, simply standing by the stone platform waiting quietly, while the other Player Clan members looked at the Divine Envoy with respectful eyes, revealing his high status.

In fragmented conversations, the Divine Envoy mentioned resurrection again.

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

But An Sui remained skeptical of this.

If Beneath Di Zhao were truly that powerful, An Xing would certainly have mentioned it.

But An Xing introduced many powerful forces, including the Combat Insect Clan and the terrifying Black Tide, yet never spoke of the Beneath Di Zhao mentioned by the Player Clan.

Similar viewpoints were also recorded in the inheritance imprints.

Many powers in the Small Worlds had a supreme deity of faith, described as the Creator God, but this was essentially just a more powerful life form; the so-called gods were no match before the Ancestral Demon Legion.

Having seen so much, he had become immune to this kind of god-boasting rhetoric.

He did not believe there truly existed an ability for perfect resurrection.

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

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

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 been decomposing the clan members, he had carefully examined the faces of these two Player Clan members.

Judging from the frequency of their life-energy fluctuations and their appearances, these two were indeed the Player Clan members the Divine Envoy had just killed.

Emotions surged like a tide, unable to settle for a long time.

Was it truly a resurrection without damage?!

The fact was right before his eyes, yet An Sui still felt incredulous.

The words the Divine Envoy had just spoken floated into his mind: faith in Beneath Di Zhao could grant the ability of infinite resurrection.

If this ability truly existed, would the Player Clan not become an immortal force that could not be killed?

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

The two resurrected clan members respectfully bowed to the Divine Envoy, thanking him for completing their life reshaping with his help.

After a long while, this group of players dispersed.

But An Sui remained stunned in place, constantly replaying in his mind the two near-death players he had first seen, comparing them to the two resurrected players who had just returned.

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

Could it be true?

Feeling extremely confused, he decided to seek An Xing's help.

Not long after, An Sui, having entered the Ancestral Demon Space, contacted An Xing, whose expression was haggard.

"An Sui, what do you seek from me?"

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

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

"Beneath Di Zhao is the creator of the Monster World and also the origin of all things in this world. The Tian Zhou Clan, which destroyed our stronghold in the Monster World, worships a deity that was once a follower of Beneath Di Zhao. From where did you learn of Beneath Di Zhao?"

The answer given by An Xing left An Sui stunned.

A line of logic formed in his mind.

The Tian Zhou Clan destroyed the Ancestral Demon Legion led by An Xing; the members of the Tian Zhou Clan worship a powerful deity, and this deity was once a follower of Beneath Di Zhao.

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

"Hiss!"

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

"The Player Clan indeed has profound foundations!"

(End of this chapter)