Sang-hwa, Seok-woo, and the others finally came to their senses and hurriedly fell to their knees before Ding Ling in reverent worship.
Most of them believed in God and angels.
Naturally, they called Ding Ling things like God.
Ding Ling casually waved his hand, and Seok-woo and the others rose to their feet involuntarily.
They were somewhat terrified and at a loss.
Ding Ling said:
"I'm not God, nor am I an angel. I'm merely a person who cultivates the Dao."
Someone who cultivates the Dao?
Seok-woo was bewildered.
Sang-hwa seemed to realize something, his face filling with astonishment. "Cultivating the Dao? That only exists in the Middle Kingdom. Could it be that Ding... Great God, are you a member of Daoism?"
"You could put it that way."
"Does Daoism really exist in this world? Do gods and celestials really exist?"
Sheng Jing was clearly a person of immense learning as well. Her resurrection from the dead this time had shaken her profoundly. Her worldview had been overturned, and her mind had been bombarded until it was a complete mess. Her old understanding of things had already shattered, making it difficult to form a coherent picture.
Her mind was now filled with thoughts of resurrection, gods and immortals, Daoism, and the Middle Kingdom...
"Whoosh!"
Ding Ling had no intention of explaining. He merely blew toward the Earth Realm below. In an instant, lightning flashed and thunder boomed, and torrential rain poured down. In moments, the zombies in the Earth Realm below were submerged by the rainwater.
Soon.
Under everyone's watchful gaze.
Groups of zombies seemed to regain their clear minds.
One after another, they stood in place, some bewildered and others terrified, their faces filled with disbelief.
"Did I die? No, I'm alive again!"
What on earth is going on?