Divine Oracle
Song Shige has recently killed more than ten Chief Gods, and his gains are sufficient for the time being. The lives of living beings serve as resources for his passive and Zhanmadao, while most of the flesh, Godhead fragments, and remnants of faith of those Chief Gods have been collected into Blood City and transformed into his own foundation.
"My next step should be to repair the Laboratory, manipulate the Dreamscape, and then study for a while. Because the Source Essence Circulation Technique is leveling up too quickly, I haven't been able to improve my Main Attribute for a long time, so I'll go level up directly."
Su Luo calculated that instead of staying in the Laboratory constantly working on the Source Essence Circulation Technique, it would be better to work on something else, so she made a decision.
Anyway, Xiao Xiao Luo, the Career Panel, the Swarm, the intelligent machinery, and even the backup plan have all been laid out in the Divine Court World, so Su Luo doesn't plan to go there again anytime soon and will focus on improving himself.
Looking at it this way, Su Luo really is a cancer to the Chief Gods of the Divine Court, having done such a despicable thing in just half a month since she came here.
They altered the Career Panel, stole the Celestial Rail permissions, directly or indirectly killed more than a dozen Chief Gods, planted spies in the Divine Court, sowed the seeds of rebellion in the Mortal Realm, and then simply walked away, leaving behind a mess.
After running through another area occupied by the [Abyss], and confirming that all directions and auras had been disrupted, the two parted ways.
"By the way, have you forgotten about Han Song?"
Su Luo, who had gone in a huge circle on her way back to Zone 76, suddenly remembered something.
"Never mind, he'll tell me if he's not satisfied."
"Holy crap! The boss has run away, what do I do?"
Han Song, who was just about to harvest the Fortune of the Mortal Realm, received news of the Laboratory explosion and was dumbfounded.
"What should I do? Where can I run? Can the fleet take me?"
Xiao Xiao Luo, standing beside him, remained calm. "It's alright. The Gods won't notice us little Karami. Besides, don't you have a Near-Death Teleportation Ticket? You won't die, so what's the panic?"
"Oh, that's true."
Han Song calmed down and weighed the pros and cons for a moment, then decided it was better for him to stay in the Divine Court World.
If you want to escape, it's quite simple. The Divine Court World is open, so it's easy to run away.
But aside from the Divine Court World, where Land of Darkness, this barren Goushi, could he possibly develop?
Powerful monsters are too strong to defeat, and their Fortune cannot be harvested. Only in the Mortal Realm Divine Court World are there so many weak individuals who possess Fortune.
Being subservient to the strong and ruthless to the weak is a universal truth.
The saying goes, "Fortune favors the bold," meaning you have to take the risks!
Thinking of this, Han Song once again used his skill to begin absorbing the Fortune of the person in front of him.
A middle-aged man dressed in imperial robes stood on the city wall, looking down upon the common people. In Han Song's vision, the Fortune above his head resembled a golden crown, radiant and weighty.
The deep purple Fortune was tinged with a hint of crimson gold, and a lifelike dragon could be faintly seen roaming within it. It was the aura of a "True Dragon Son of Heaven"—the mandate of Heavenly Mandate bestowed upon him, and the aspiration of all people.
And now, that Fortune is slipping away, like sand leaking through your fingers.
Because of the difference in concealment methods, Han Song's actions are invisible to ordinary people, and his Fortune is always done silently.
This is one of the mortal kingdoms Mortal Realm an ancient Eastern dynasty. According to the computer's Xiao Xiao Luo, this person is most likely the founding emperor of the next unified dynasty.
After the Fortune was lost, it underwent some strange transformation, turning into Fortune of Seven-Colored fortune that settled above Han Song's head.
The losses are extremely high; roughly dozens of units of Fortune can only be converted into one unit of Seven-Colored Fortune. But Han Song is still happy to do it, because every little bit counts.
Previously, the Fortune above Ming Yuanwu's head was a rich gold color, mixed with silver-white and a small amount of Seven-Colored, but the quantity was extremely large, more than the combined amount of five hundred great Fortune in the Mortal Realm.
Han Song wasn't clear on the classifications and relationships between Fortune, but he knew that the Seven-Colored Fortune above his head was definitely a good thing.
Because the Fortune above the heads of these Mortal Realm will likely undergo various changes or even dissipate when they reach other Mortal Realms, but the Seven-Colored Fortune above his head remains completely unchanged.
Unaffected by the environment, it has extremely high value. According to Consultant Su, some rare resources of large organizations in the heavens may be this kind of universal Fortune.
As Han Song calmly and methodically extracted Fortune from the Mortal Realm, he once again fell into the tedious cycle of AFK leveling up. He systematically found targets, systematically Fortune, and systematically stored it. His skill level slowly increased, and his Fortune reserves slowly grew...
In the more than three thousand Mortal Realms, various divine Deity Statues and temples that had remained silent for a thousand years suddenly shone brightly, especially dazzling in the darkness.
Devout believers knelt in worship, and the bishop, trembling, stepped forward, bringing his ear close to the Deity Statue's lips to listen to God's will.
From within those golden lights, a voice resounded directly deep within consciousness:
"A Proclamation to the World: By the oracle of Hephaestus, the source of all fire, and the forger of the world, and in consultation with all the Chief Gods who rule over all directions and Command the Celestial Rail."
"The heavens trembled, ashes surged, and darkness Spread from the depths of the world. The Gods awoke, their eyes surveying the universe, and saw that impurity had invaded the sacred realm."
"An Evil God came from beyond the realms, nameless and formless, draped in Black Flames, its light like the Netherworld, its voice like tearing silk. It was not born of the Celestial Rail, nor bound by the primordial covenant, but usurped the place of faith, corrupting the spirits of all beings. Its form is hidden in the Void, its hand reaching out to the Mortal Realm."
"The minions of the Evil God have spread throughout the world, across the Three Thousand Mortal Realms. They have altered the sacred texts of professions, usurped the Authority of the Demon Network, enabled farmers to attempt to cast spells, and allowed artisans to proclaim Prophets. The Order of the Mortal Realm has collapsed; mobs have set cities ablaze, children have insulted the name of the gods, and priests have lost their favor. Places that were once pure and dedicated are now chaotic wastelands of blood and fire."
"Your souls were bestowed by the Primordial Deities, and your Career Panels are the seal of the Holy Covenant. Panels altered by external forces are unusable, unacceptable, and untransmitted. You must kneel and pray, wash your eyes with tears of blood, and recite the primordial prayers. The Gods will then protect you and guide you back to the right path."
"..."
The bishop could no longer hear what was said after that. His ears were ringing, and his mind was reeling. He was filled with the most devout joy.
This is a divine oracle! There hasn't been such a long divine oracle in ten thousand years!
Even if God were to issue a decree and say, "I want a dojo," countless believers in the Mortal Realm would be moved to the point of death, or even die on the spot from excitement.
Even if I were to die on the spot, I would have no regrets if I could hear the will of the Gods!
The oracle spread like wildfire, sweeping across more than three thousand Mortal Realms with this one-sided, commanding oracle.
To the surprise of all the Xiao Xiao Luo in the Mortal Realm, over 98% of them refused to use the Career Panel immediately.
They rejected the heavily modified Career Panel that allowed for automatic training, unlimited knowledge, and free skill acquisition.
The level of piety reached an exaggerated degree.
Even men and women engaged in procreation immediately stopped their Mischief Ghost and silly antics and began to pray with fiery passion.