Under the Divine Eye, the entire field of vision became abstract. The formless, immaterial Reincarnation River had truly transformed into a tangible river with substance beneath the Divine Eye.
What flowed through the river was neither water nor the Tainted Faith that pure living beings emitted in moments of death and suffering, but strange things that resembled both water and ghosts.
Clearly, these were the ghosts Brother Octopus had mentioned.
However, the moment these ghosts left the river, they immediately disintegrated again, ultimately turning into pure Tainted Faith.
Beneath the riverbed, a straw had appeared. Perhaps the power at the other end of the straw was insufficient, or perhaps he and Brother Octopus had both leaped into the river and become its ballast.
In any case, no matter how hard that fellow tried, he could not break through the Reincarnation River, which he and Brother Octopus were weighing down.
Seeing this, Chen Cheng found it rather interesting. He had no idea what the fellow on the other side wanted by poking at the Reincarnation River. Could he have found some method of ascending to godhood and wanted to steal the Tainted Faith inside?
The old Chen Cheng had understood nothing. He had thought Brother Octopus was exaggerating when he said that all the faith in this world had been harvested by the God of Light.
But after truly obtaining a Divine Core, his elevated vision allowed him to see far more things.
It could be said that in the current world, most of the faith belonged to the God of Light. The Fortune Aura condensed by the kingdom could not truly be treated as the Power of Faith; at most, it was a substitute.
Yet even condensing such a substitute still required winning over the hearts of the people first.