Nuwa walked barefoot across the scorched earth, the Five-Colored Stone at her waist reflecting the desolation of a thousand miles.
Three months ago, the "Taichu Temple" was a place of great religious activity, but now only half of the broken arm of the statue remains.
What seeped out from the fracture was not stone chips, but thick, golden divine blood.
"That's the thirty-seventh one."
She bent down and picked up a blood-stained tile. The instant the divine energy touched it, the tile transformed into a grotesque, demonic face. "Even the bricks and stones have been corrupted by faith..."
"Your Majesty, be careful!" Xuan Du, who was accompanying her, suddenly swung his sword and shattered the tendrils of faith that were emerging from the ground.
Black pus and blood gushed from the broken ends of the tentacles, and upon landing, they solidified into a miniature version of Zeus's face.
Nuwa's fingertips shone with Mending the Heavens light, purifying the pollution within a hundred miles. "Go and find out who is behind these temples."
As night fell, Xuan Du brought back a temple keeper who was trembling all over.
The man was tightly holding a bronze shrine in his arms, and inside the shrine was a strange statue of Taichu being fused with Zeus!
"They say... this is the new god, 'Taichu God King'..." The temple keeper's pupils flashed with alternating gold and gray, "He can grant eternal life..."
Nuwa suddenly crushed the shrine and seized a familiar aura from the bursting black mist—the golden patterns of the Chaos Silver Branch were flowing within it!
Deep within the Nine Netherworlds, Hou Tu's Reincarnation Disk emitted a piercing, mournful cry.
At this moment, the Yellow Springs flowed backward, the Bridge of Helplessness broke, and millions of wandering souls struggled and cried in the River of Oblivion.
Following the unusual fluctuations, she arrived at the bottom of the Eighteen Levels of Hell, where the scene before her sent chills down the spine of the ruler of the underworld.
The "Hell Suppression Tablet," which was supposed to suppress evil spirits, was now covered with golden patterns.
What appeared on the monument was no longer the laws of the underworld, but densely packed prayers—every character was oozing with the color of blood and incense!
"Using hell as the furnace and souls as the firewood..."
Hou Tu shattered the inscription on the stele with a wave of her sleeve, only to discover countless threads of faith emerging from the cracks. "What ruthless methods!"
A deep laugh echoed from the deepest part, and Odin's single eye appeared in the void:
Death is the best breeding ground for faith. "His broken divine body merged with the core of hell, and the souls of the dead, after being exorcised, transformed into golden-armored divine soldiers!"
Six-Eared Macaque stood atop the sea of clouds, the golden patterns behind its ears extending to its neck.
He gazed at the surging tide of faith below, the roots of the Chaos Divine Tree trembling incessantly in his palm. "The three thousand six hundredth pseudo-temple... Master, how much longer will you wait?"
The figure of the Taichu flickered in the moonlight.
He held in his hand a tender branch broken from the Chaos Silver Branch; the newly formed golden veins on the back of the leaves were slowly seeping into his meridians. "In these temples, thirty percent of the worshippers are truly sincere."
"Sincere?"
Suddenly, Six-Eared Macaque crushed a statue a thousand miles away. From the incense smoke emerged the faces of bewitched mortals. "Their 'sincere hearts' are nourishing the remaining poison of the West!"
The void suddenly cracked open, Nuwa's communication talisman, imbued with the aura of hell, cried out, "Return immediately! The Three Realms Faith Network has changed!"
At this moment, Pangu Ancestral Hall, the projections of Three Ways of Heaven, Earth, and Humanity intertwined to form a blood-red net.
Nuwa's human way was turbulent and turbulent, Hou Tu's earthly wheel was covered with cracks, only the Heavenly Dao under Xuan Yuan's control still had Clear Light.
"Someone is tampering with the three-element positioning."
Hou Tu pointed to the Luo Wang node, where Odin's one-eyed totem appeared. "They exchanged the heavenly position for a kingdom of Fire God, changed status to a furnace of faith, and humanity... became a channel for sacrifice!"
The roots of the Six-Eared Macaque Divine Tree suddenly pierced into the projection, tracing the source along the veins.
When the roots reached a mortal realm, he suddenly opened his eyes. "Oh no, it's Qing Yan! She's been reborn inside the Silver Branch!"
As if to confirm his words, a new bud suddenly bloomed at the tip of the Chaos Silver Branch, and golden patterns condensed into the phantom image of a girl.
The voice of the Qing Yan resounded throughout the Three Realms: "Father God, I said... faith will never perish."
At this Taichu finally broke the silver branch in his hand.
What gushed from the cut surface was not juice, but viscous golden divine blood.
Seventy-two mysterious yellow roots grew wildly from the broken point, instantly piercing through the projection of the Three Realms.
"Since the root of the problem lies here..." Primordial Chaos Initial Fire ignited between the Dao patterns on his forehead, "Then let it be burned away and reforged!"
The silver branches, amidst the raging flames, emitted a piercing shriek; each burning leaf reflected a distorted memory.
Nuwa suddenly saw Zeus's thunder hidden in the Five-Colored Stone in the scene of her Mending the Heavens;
Hou Tu discovered that the bottom layer of the Reincarnation Disk was engraved with Odin's runes;
Even the roots of the Six-Eared Macaque Divine Tree are entwined with remnants of the World Tree!
"So we were already corrupted..." Pangu Qiong's battle axe crashed to the ground.
The divine body of Qing Yan was reformed in the fire, but it was no longer human.
She transformed into countless golden threads, merging into the network of the Three Realms, her voice emanating from every believer. "Father God, it's no use... I am already one with all beings..."
"I am not your Father God, nor are you my offspring..." The voice of the Taichu was utterly cold, echoing throughout the heavens.
Suddenly, Six-Eared Macaque slit his wrist, pouring the Chaos Ancestral Blood onto the burning silver branch. "Since that's the case, then purify all living beings as well!"
"Disciple, you mustn't! You'll be burdened with karma if you do that!" Taichu's warning came too late.
"Master, I can't worry about all that anymore..."
The moment the ancestral blood touched the divine fire, the entire Primordial Origin World trembled violently, and gray-white star marks appeared on the foreheads of all living beings—a sign of the eternal revival!
The Qing Yan's laughter suddenly twisted. "Finally... this moment has come..."
Her golden markings merged perfectly with the Eternal Silence Star Mark, condensing into a gigantic single eye in the sky.
Just as the Three Realms were about to collapse, a pure white light suddenly rose in the mortal realm.
In the 100,000 simple ancestral halls, the people no longer worship statues of gods, but wooden plaques inscribed with "Self-Improvement".
The faint power of their wishes converged into a river, eventually creating a rift in the Chaos Sea.
The Taichu Profound Yellow Dao Seed suddenly became clear. "This is... the true incense offering!"
He waved his sleeve, scattering silver branches and ashes, and sparks carrying the meaning of rebirth fell to earth.
Amidst the screams of the Qing Yan, the spontaneously generated power of will began to purify the pollution.
Nuwa seized the opportunity to re-weave the human way, Hou Tu recast the cycle of reincarnation, and the roots of the Six-Eared Macaque divine tree took root in the hearts of every awakened mortal.
As the last golden pattern faded, a rain of dark yellow blood fell from the Primordial Origin World.
Taichu stood in the rain, looking at the completely withered silver branch in his hand, and sighed softly, "So, destruction before construction is truly..."
Before he could finish speaking, tender buds sprouted from the broken surface of the withered branch, and this time, there were no more golden patterns.