The Power of Incense from hundreds of millions of Believers gathered, roared, bellowed, and called for their deity. They were filled with malice toward the Youth in Green Robes, the sole remaining figure in this world, wishing they could skin him, tear out his bones, and swallow his flesh and blood alive.
This malice spread throughout heaven and earth, as though cultivators had been forsaken by the entire world.
Yet none of that malice could approach within a thousand li of the Youth in Green Robes. Anything that came close was instantly cut down and slaughtered clean.
What overwhelming numbers? What hundreds of millions of living beings? They were utterly useless.
Anyone who dared attack, who clearly made their choice, had to die, no matter their reason.
"This Power of Incense is truly irritating."
Jiang Ding frowned.
If the malice of living beings became numerous enough—on the scale of nearly half the world's population—and persisted for centuries, it would bring certain ill effects involving karma and fortune. It was exceedingly complicated.
This was a world where spirit could influence matter.
If a cultivator was not strong enough, the curses of hundreds of millions of living beings truly could curse them to death.
"Deal with this as soon as possible. Aside from a tiny number of stubborn fanatics, most ordinary people are innocent too. Xi Ping'an deceived them; rescue them quickly."
Jiang Ding sighed.
He descended from the sky and wandered through this Fifth-grade Low-grade seabed spirit vein for several days, calculating all manner of data concerning the spirit veins, earth qi, sea waves, and tides. Calculations raced through his Sea of Consciousness.
"There isn't even a Fifth-grade Formation Array..."
Jiang Ding's teeth ached.
Xi Ping'an had relied entirely on the Incense God Court to hold the East Sea in the