The feeling of advancing by leaps and bounds made him want to immerse himself in it completely. He had a feeling that if this continued, it would not be long before he truly proved the Dao. By then, he could go anywhere under heaven.
He had nearly lost himself in that sensation.
But he quickly came to his senses. Once he truly woke up, cold sweat drenched his body.
The power of faith was excellent. It could propel someone to unparalleled heights in a short time, but their foundation would also be extremely unstable. Everything depended on the sources of that faith.
This was what it meant to herd a god's people like sheep in order to obtain faith. But what if all those sources of faith disappeared? Then the so-called god would swiftly weaken. This was also the origin of gods falling into slumber. Unless a new spring of faith emerged, there would be no hope of reigniting the divine fire and coming back to life.
They could only sink into boundless sleep, exhaust their divine power, and truly die.
Although proving the Dao through the power of faith was fast, it relied on external power. External power was ultimately unreliable. The only thing one could truly rely on was oneself.
He suddenly recalled what Ye Mo had said: the difference between proving the Dao through external power and proving the Dao through one's own strength was as vast as heaven and earth. Proving the Dao through external power was easy and effortless, but unstable. The overwhelming majority of fallen gods had proved the Dao through external power. Those who proved the Dao through their own strength were more powerful and went farther.
He could not help feeling lingering fear. He had almost lost himself for a moment and