Just like the joy of sudden life, Yan Huan truly felt the sensation of "escaping death". His twisted body suddenly relaxed, and he was so exhausted that he couldn't even speak.
Liu Fuguang continued: "Do you smell it?"
Yan Huan was still choking, and to cover it up, he took a few deep breaths of air.
Although he was still very excited, his instincts were still there. In the thick fragrance that filled the air, he smelled a very faint, yet present sweet smell.
“…Divine blood.” He said vaguely, sniffing, “This anchor point is almost becoming a god.”
Human beings are really amazing creatures. As individuals, they are indeed weak, short-lived, unable to withstand torture, and born with all kinds of bad habits. But when they gather together, the huge mental power and the power of "thoughts" generated can really move mountains and fill the sea, change the rules, and distort the iron laws.
In that distant ancient era, when heaven and earth were not yet separated, the boundary between gods and demons was far from being as clear as it is now, like the two worlds of black and white. That was because people's concepts were vaguely changing everything. Gods or demons were just definitions in people's minds. If many clans worshipped a demon together, the demon could also be transformed into a god; if a god was feared and rejected by people because of his excessive cruelty, he would also change into the appearance of a demon.
The anchor point of this small world actually wanted to use human thought power to carve a hole in the web of heaven.
Yan Huan asked: "What do you want to do?"
"Let's fight." Liu Fuguang paused and said thoughtfully, "I want to fight him."
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Overnight, a simple altar suddenly appeared at the foot of Jiajiang Mountain.
It stands on the ground, right under a ginkgo tree. The only thing that reveals the altar's extraordinary nature may be a huge pearl hanging high up, like a ball of molten gold, illuminating the entire mountain.
Under the altar sat a man who was more dazzling than a pearl. Passers-by came and went, and when they saw the man's figure, they stopped and could not move any further.
"Who are you?" they asked.
"I am a person who seeks immortality," the man answered bluntly, "God wants me to have one more believer than the sea water. If I can achieve this, I will become an immortal, fly high into the night sky, be accompanied by wind and thunder, and dance beside the dragon."
He asked, "Will you be my followers?"
His words were so frank and his smile was so beautiful that the passers-by who came and went admired his figure obsessively, and then bit their fingers in embarrassment, shook their heads and stamped their feet.
"We can't do this. We are all the people of the Hundred Gods. We were born with an oath to serve our gods with our blood, bones and lives." They said reluctantly, "Please leave, immortal, this is not the place for you to come."
The man laughed and said, "Since the gods you worship have a hundred different appearances, why can't I belong to one of them? Here, I don't need your property, your blood, and your soul, and I don't need to possess your offspring or your offspring's offspring. I only need your faith, nothing more."