After Ye Zhen swept his sleeves and left, the stunned Sand Sea Divine Sacrifices finally came to their senses and immediately erupted into a war of words.
If Ye Zhen's earlier display of making the Yidongqing Divine Tree grow had filled them with wariness, then his method of making it wither in an instant filled them with deep fear.
Such miraculous control over flourishing and decay—if Ye Zhen's intentions had been even slightly more vicious, if he made even the smallest calculation, he could swallow up their territories so completely that not even scraps would remain.
Compared to an imperial state like Great Zhou, tribes like the Yizhi Sand Sea, ruled by divine authority, possessed enormous innate flaws even as that system brought exceedingly solid rule.
And the methods Ye Zhen had just displayed struck directly at their fatal weakness.
A person's flesh, or an entire tribe, could be destroyed through violence. But once a person's faith or a tribe's faith had taken root, even destruction itself could not make it change.
It was precisely because of this that these Sand Sea Divine Sacrifices enjoyed everything in their respective territories—from the most basic material goods and authority to the Power of All Beings drawn from every tribe.
They were rulers and dictators.
But if they allowed a freak like Ye Zhen to enter, they would lose their authority to rule in just one day.
"High Priest, such methods and divine treasures should be held in the hands of our temple, not in the hands of an outsider." After Ye Zhen left, Xiao Ze made his position abundantly clear.
Yet High Priest Nahar merely stared fixedly at Xiao Ze, the third-ranked Sand Sea Divine Sacrifice. A faint scent of blood suddenly spread from Nahar's body, making the faces of the other