"Buddha's Son Lighting Lamps? Isn't a Buddha's son a boy? Why is it a little girl?"
"Myriad Homes' Lights looks plain and unremarkable. How could its power of changing the seasons be stronger? How did the Imperial Advisor lose?"
"Fools! Myriad Homes' Lights is the true Power of Faith. Only when people hold sincere faith in their hearts can they live and work in peace, filling the whole city with the warmth of life."
Those were the discussions among the cultivators.
The common people's reaction was even more direct. One after another, they knelt toward where Li Sinian stood and chanted the Buddha's name. Their faces were filled with joy as they looked at Li Sinian—with warmth, reverence, and above all, anticipation.
They anticipated that the gods and Buddhas would grant them what they wished for and fulfill all their desires.
They regarded Li Sinian as a true Buddha.
An omnipotent Buddha!
Moreover, that instinctive sense of closeness and trust came from the depths of their hearts, making them involuntarily perform such an action.
Beneath the Execution Platform and across the square, a dense sea of people knelt on the ground.
The soldiers of the Peacock Dynasty looked at one another. No one knew who had started it, but they all followed suit and fell to their knees with a rustle.
The generals were stirred by that powerful Power of Faith. They wanted to kneel, but they knew that doing so now would be a grave mistake, certain to incur the Imperial Advisor's displeasure and the Peacock King's wrath. They could only forcefully support themselves with their mental power.
However, they soon discovered that the stronger their mental power was, the greater the Power of Faith that came to stir them. Moreover, one person's mental power simply could not contend