DaoLao War God

At Sage Peak, the grand and majestic dwelling of a sage had already been transformed into a Divine Temple. Wan Jinxian sat upright at the center of the temple,

examining every DaoLao Ghost who came to offer sacrifices.

The DaoLao Ghosts surrounded Fang Puxian, performing an ancient dance. Their movements were monotonous, yet remarkably orderly,

their Dance Steps, body shapes, and gestures all expressed with great clarity.

Cui Tike danced very earnestly within the group, while Li Banfeng merely followed everyone in circles.

"Aren't you going to dance with them?" Cui Tike was always worried Li Banfeng would be discovered. His voice was not quiet,

but his tone was very low. He had seized upon the DaoLao Ghosts' weakness—they were not sensitive to low-frequency sounds.

Li Banfeng shook his head. "I'm not familiar with the movements. If I dance wrong, I'll be discovered more easily. Who came up with this dance?"

"I did." Cui Tike seemed rather proud.

"Are you a dance enthusiast?" Li Banfeng could not see the point of it.

Cui Tike explained, "It is to establish faith. To control so many DaoLao Ghosts is an extremely complicated matter. Not only must I build a survival system for them, I must also establish a belief system. What they believe in is the Ancestor of Disease Cultivators and the DaoLao War God. This is an important means of maintaining their cohesion and execution."

Li Banfeng still did not understand. "To establish faith, do they have to dance?"

"Huguga!" Cui Tike shouted along with all the DaoLao Ghosts. This was their praise for the DaoLao War God.

Maintaining the rhythm and strength of his Dance Steps, Cui Tike earnestly explained, "Within the Modern Belief System,

written carriers such as doctrines and creeds are more readily accepted by people, because words