This world of the Gods Civilization...
Great swathes of powerful figures knelt prostrate on the ground, bowing in worship, their grand sacrificial chants ringing across heaven, earth, rivers, and mountains.
The temple resembled the Hall of the Gods. With black walls and golden tiles, it spewed golden rain that scattered over the bodies of the believers filling the ground, making them appear solemn and dignified, as though they were being deified here.
Some cultivators were baffled. They had kowtowed with utmost sincerity, yet had failed to obtain the true scripture.
They believed it was probably because their cultivation was insufficient, making it difficult for them to resonate on a spiritual level with the powerhouse who had forged the temple.
Other cultivators thought their hearts were not sincere enough, and worshipped even more fervently, praying to receive the divine spirits' attention.
Some old seniors, however, truly could not bring themselves to kneel and worship.
Suspicion also arose in his heart. This Civilization was too peculiar. It resembled the lineage of a divine charlatan—could it truly prove the Supreme Dao?
The Heavenly Scripture was an exceedingly unconventional chapter to begin with.
It was similar to inheritances such as the Life-Stealing Scripture. The level they touched upon was simply too profound!
Chen Fusheng sat cross-legged atop the Civilization Source, using the scroll of the Heavenly Scripture to shape the temple.
Within his fleshly body seated high above, he seemed to transform into a mighty deity, reciting the true scripture aloud and sinking into it, unable to extricate himself.
During this period, Chen Fusheng sensed that some devout believers yearned to obtain the true scripture.
How could Chen Fusheng be stingy? These believers who revered and worshipped him—their wishes were his mission!
During this process, Chen Fusheng sensed an indescribable power of faith. It