The Ordinary people on the hillside could only feel the unquestionable majesty coming from midair, as well as the terror of knowing that someone was right before them yet being unable to see them.
It was fear born of the unknown, fear of an existence possessing immense power.
Such fear was buried deep within everyone's genes. In the lives of ancient people, and in the vast universe, there had been far too many existences so powerful that they inspired helplessness.
They had left indelible impressions in the minds of ancient people, and that was why people felt fear.
It was an instinctive response. Upon feeling fear, one either fled at once or showed one's weakness, praying that the existence would spare them.
More than ten thousand people were already too weak in the knees to move. How could they possibly run?
Thus, all they could do was kneel devoutly on the ground or collapse limply where they stood.
The statues in their hands or arms slipped to the ground as well. At that moment, those statues looked so ugly and weak.
"Evil faith shall ultimately vanish!" a solemn voice declared from midair. "From this day onward, you shall believe in my name, pray on time, and offer sacrifices regularly!
"Since you believe in my name, you must put my teachings into practice.
"Besides me, you shall have no other gods; you shall not carve idols for yourselves;
"You shall not take my name in vain;
"You shall work diligently and never slack off; honor your parents, that you may dwell long upon this land;
"You shall not murder; you shall not commit adultery; you shall not steal; you shall be honest and upright, and dare to take responsibility; you shall not covet anything belonging to others."
The solemn voice vanished,