When Su Mo had been insignificant, merely mentioning the three words "Giant Stone God" nearly scared the old priest Tang Ma to death on the spot.
He had been terrified that he would insult that nameless, rootless, desireless true god and have his divine-art talent stripped away.
But now, with Su Mo standing as the chief of a tribe of thirty thousand people, raising his arm and shouting "Giant Stone God," then openly announcing to everyone that what they had received came from the Giant Stone God—
he could not hear a single unnecessary question.
Even Deron, who had come from the Snow Bandits, had a fervent and devout look in his eyes.
He did not believe in that nameless god.
He only believed in the Giant Stone God.
After all, when he had been at his most desperate, that nameless god had not appeared. It had been the Giant Stone God who had pulled him out of the abyss.
What was there to worry about now?
That was what Deron thought, and many others thought the same.
As that belief spread, the Flame Fist Tribe was destined to welcome a carnival of faith.
Late June.
A magnificent Giant Stone Temple rose from the ground in Flame Fist Town. Although its architectural style was exceedingly crude, it occupied nearly five mu and could accommodate two thousand people worshiping at the same time.
At first, aside from the former residents of the Flame Fist Tribe, who worshiped devoutly, most of the former Cloud Firmament Tribe residents merely came to join the excitement and see something novel. They did not truly acknowledge such an absurd act from the bottom of their hearts.
After all, in the past, this had been expressly forbidden by the Priest Affairs Office.
If the major event had