"My Lord, thank you for your protection and blessing, allowing me to discover the truth of this world."
Having grown to this point, Lu Mouren had acquired some traits of a deity.
As long as there was a corresponding ritual and prayer, and the person was an "executor" on his path, they could communicate with him.
Perhaps another way of putting it would be more straightforward: priests, bishops, and Popes—the true executors and believers of those True Gods.
Under the current circumstances, the locals who possessed such authority were the executors of Lu PingAn's will: those who held the "Hero" class.
Lu PingAn's sacrifice ritual was quite simple. He was not an evil god who required believers to offer up the lives of others. In fact, he had always despised such behavior.
"As the God of Life, the sacrifice is still life—but it must be your own life."
Life was Lu PingAn's authority. Using it as a "link point" was unavoidable, but its source could be controlled.
On the small altar was Rabbit Qi Shan's own blood, followed by the payment of Life Points!
That was right—Life Points. This was Lu PingAn's fundamental power, and the truly valuable sacrifice.
Holy Image, ritual, and sacrifice—Rabbit Qi Shan swiftly completed the prayer ritual, only to receive a scolding from her "master."
"Damn it, when calling for help, at least say who you are, where you are, and exactly what support you need! Do it again!"
So Rabbit Qi Shan, stunned by the rebuke, could only slash herself again and complete a second sacrifice.
This time, instead of vaguely describing her location, she recalled her past lessons and directly reported the coordinates. At the same time, she briefly reported the situation to the deity.
This time, it was Lu PingAn on the other