"Nowadays, posters and portraits of the Sage Teacher can be seen everywhere on the streets. Even some temples have them..."
At that, Neil could not help laughing.
After the Federation arrived in Nagaril, its campaign to secularize the region had continued unabated. Now, among the religious figures, only those without money were still struggling to hold on. Almost all the wealthy ones had immigrated to the Federation.
It was ridiculous.
It was like a war between gods. The Catholic Church, led by the Federation, had destroyed the native religion of the Nagaril People. Those gods who were said to be born from one dream and destroyed by another could barely keep themselves afloat anymore.
At a time like this, their devout priests had not only failed to defend the dignity of their gods but had instead immigrated to the Federation.
The priests who remained could barely continue supporting themselves, so they moved portraits of Akumali into the temples.
Actually, there was nothing wrong with that. Akumali was, after all, the Sage Teacher. Incorporating him into their mythology and worshipping him was not entirely unreasonable.
There were also some people who believed with extraordinary blindness. Such people were not limited to Nagaril; the Federation had them too.
They believed whatever others told them. These blind believers had never seen Akumali, but they needed somewhere to demonstrate their devotion. A temple with Akumali in it was not a bad choice.
Listening to Neil talk about the interesting things happening there, Lin Qi realized that Akumali did not have much time left.
He truly did not have much time left.
Strictly speaking, more than six years but less than seven had passed since the end of World War I. Every country had completed its first leap forward in military technology.
At present, the