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It has been more than a year since he traveled to the lonely kingdom of God and said goodbye to the large number of short films and some art films he collected.
For Wu Hui, it was pure torture.
If it weren't for the fact that he was fortunately only a soul and no body, Wu Hui would have collapsed long ago.
After all, she is our own saint, so it’s okay to take a few glances at her, right
What's more, as long as Wu Hui gives an order, Saint Catherine will do whatever she asks her to do, right
The distracting thoughts in his consciousness filled Wu Hui's soul.
For a moment, it seemed as if two little men were fighting in Wu Hui's mind.
"I am a dignified God of Light. Wouldn't it be too embarrassing for me to do something like this?"
"It doesn't matter. I'm just an ordinary person. It's not like I want to become the God of Light."
"I don't even have a physical body now, so what's the point of just looking at beautiful women? Isn't that just making things difficult for myself?"
It was so sad! Wu Hui shuddered as if a bucket of cold water was poured over him.
Yes, I don’t even have a physical body, what’s the point of looking at a beautiful woman? What if I get angry? I can’t even do that…
It takes 1 point of divine power to create a common human body. But Wu Hui, as a god of light, is so poor that he doesn't even have 1 point of divine power.
Forget it, it hurts my self-esteem.
I won’t watch it anymore. I won’t watch it anymore.
I'll consider this after I have a physical body again.
Wu Hui shook himself up and put aside those messy thoughts.
Continue to experience the effectiveness of God's Eye.
The perspective continues to rise.
The figures of Katherina, Langdon and others became smaller and smaller in his eyes, and the range he could see became wider and wider.
Soon, his perspective was raised to the limit, and the whole person seemed to rise high into the sky. Thick clouds floated around him, and the sunlight sprinkled on the clouds, half of which was golden and half was pure white, like a fantasy.
Looking down.
The Saint-Louis Monastery was right at his feet. Its smoky-gray exterior walls were mottled with traces and full of a sense of history, yet it was still sacred and solemn, standing in the wilderness like a fortress.
Behind the monastery, there are rolling hills. Although these hills are not high, the grass and trees are lush enough. At a glance, everything is green, and you can faintly hear the howling of monsters in the mountains and forests.
The place where Wu Hui first landed might be somewhere in this forest.
In front of the monastery is a vast plain with scattered villages on it, irregular fields scattered around, and herds of cattle and sheep moving slowly like clouds.
The channels of faith in these villages are not very dense yet, but there are already quite a few of them. They are obviously the new believers that Catherine and her friends have developed in the past few days.
Further away is a small town.
There are even fewer channels of faith in the town, only a few dozen scattered around, but they are enough for Wu Hui to see the situation in the town clearly.
The town was not big, with only about 700 to 800 households. The streets in the town were crisscrossed, but from Wu Hui's modern perspective, the streets were too narrow, and there were few pedestrians, not prosperous at all.
But this is already the most prosperous place within a radius of dozens of miles.