At this very moment.
Throughout the many realms of the Primordial Wilderness, wherever statues of the God of Wealth stood, they began to shine brilliantly. Their eyes seemed to come alive as they gazed upon the countless sentient beings below who prayed to them...
"The God of Wealth has manifested!"
Someone noticed the anomaly.
After that startled cry, countless people gathered around the statues, worshipping them and voicing their wishes with ever greater sincerity.
Specks of the Power of Incense rose.
They converged into a river.
It surged toward the God of Wealth's Palace in the Heavenly Court, pouring straight down onto Zhao Gongming's head and causing his aura to soar once more!
Zhao Gongming sat cross-legged, suspended in the void before the God of Wealth's Palace. His eyes were tightly shut, and boundless phenomena swirled around him...
Within those ever-changing phenomena.
One could seemingly see face after face filled with longing flash by. Every one of them murmured:
God of Wealth, bless us!
Bless them with what?
Naturally, with great riches!
Now that the spiritual energy of the Primordial Wilderness had begun to dry up and the situation was worsening by the day, cultivators wailed in misery. As for the Nine Provinces, where mortals gathered, the path of cultivation had been completely cut off...
Yet just as Wu Tian had said before, humanity's true nature had revealed itself. With all those gods and Buddhas, all those faiths, people of the End of Dharma Age recognized only one thing:
Did it work or not?
If it did not work, why worship it?
So-called faith was more like an equal exchange... Yet Zhao Gongming, the God of Wealth, was different. As people's desire for money grew ever stronger, their faith only became stronger as well.
It was a strength rooted deep