The Shift Between Fast and Slow

Just like that, Qin He's grand feast came rolling in, then after letting out a fart, it silently vanished again.

Without taking even a wisp of cloud with it.

He had not even caught a whiff of that grand feast.

Qin He immediately felt he had suffered a massive loss—the kind that left him bleeding.

After all, in his eyes, failing to get something meant taking a loss.

But no matter how Qin He sulked, the situation was right there before him.

Cursing those bastards would not make them lose a single hair.

After calming down and pondering for a moment, Qin He felt that he still could not miss this lightning tribulation.

He had to make it strike.

Qin He could not guess what exactly had gone wrong. Perhaps those bastards had all gone home to catch their wives in bed, or perhaps the Sunflower Manual had suddenly flared up.

In any case, it had squatted to piss and stopped halfway.

This trip could no longer be rushed.

He had to travel slowly.

If he waited a while, those bastards might come again.

Once they came, he would wipe them all out in one sweep.

No matter what, he could not truly lose out on this wave of lightning tribulation.

Thus, Qin He left the wilderness and took the trade road, slowly making his way toward Beiliang Kingdom as he waited.

The scene returned to the Oracle Hall.

At this moment, the atmosphere within the Oracle Hall was grave.

The Heaven Punishing Divine Mirror relied on the Heavenly Secrets Lock to lock onto False Gods. The purpose of sacrificing believers was to lock onto the False God's beacon.

Yet when everything was ready and only the final shudder remained—

The False God of Lin City was unexpectedly concealed