Xuan Sheng felt as if a big cat were sprawled at his feet, tugging at his trouser leg and refusing to let go as he looked at the fierce tiger lying beside the divine stone, its huge eyes brimming with tears.
[Rest easy for now]
After using Divine Power to soothe the giant tiger enveloped in fear, Xuan Sheng helplessly turned toward the woman, whose expression was gradually calming, and spoke sternly:
[Remember, this god does not accept any form of living sacrifice]
To deprive a living being of its life merely to please one's god was, in Xuan Sheng's eyes, the height of foolishness.
That did not mean he was saintly or softhearted, unable to bear the sight of death. It was simply because he felt that killing for no reason was utterly meaningless.
The living would always be more valuable than the dead.
All sorts of ostentatious living sacrifices could not bring him more faith. They would only add burdens without serving any purpose.
"But... when dealing with other tribes, they all offer sacrifices to their gods, and there will be..."
[Blood is filthy. It dirties my eyes and ears]
If they want to die, let them die outside. Don't disgust me in front of my face.
Xuan Sheng's hatred of living sacrifices actually stemmed from an even deeper concern:
In this world, all sorts of strange and crooked practices often arose from these chaotic religious methods!
His current followers were thriving, and there was no need to worry about their survival or development for the time being.
However, potential problems in the future had to be nipped in the bud and eradicated completely!
Holy wars, proselytizing, fanatic believers—
None of them were allowed to exist under his watch!
They were all dangerous goods!
In the short term,