Indeed, Yan Fei was right.
Beyond the meaning represented by the act of alienated prayer itself—planting the seeds of division and pushing faith toward the Realm of Zhi Fu, where meaningless internal competition festered—the existence of the Fully Automatic Prayer Machine undoubtedly also improved the efficiency of prayer, accelerated the Holy God's exploitation and erosion of the congregation, and even increased the Holy God's absorption efficiency!
The result, one hundred and twenty percent, was aiding the enemy.
But he had overlooked one question... when you wanted to aid the enemy, would the enemy be willing to accept that aid?
So-called prayer and faith were the Holy God's feeding process, gradually devouring the selves of all believers. Throughout this process, believers would slowly lose their humanity and desires, gradually becoming empty shells beneath that slow, steady sucking. The selves and self-natures born within countless souls would likewise merge with the Holy God, becoming nourishment for Metamorphosis.
This Yellow Millet Dream was an unseen gluttonous feast...
Since it was tasty, since it loved to eat, since it liked to eat, then it should eat some more.
No fear of it not eating enough—only fear that it wouldn't be able to stomach it!
After all, eating more did not mean better growth. More often than not, it led to indigestion... unrestrained bingeing would only cultivate an obese Flesh Mountain too bloated to move.
Especially in domains such as Ascension, where purity, singularity, selfhood, and uniqueness were paramount—if it could not digest and thoroughly absorb them in time, then the more self-natures and selves gathered together, the more they would instead plant the seeds of a divided consciousness.
After seeing the parish with his own eyes, Ji Jue had already confirmed it: the falsehood beneath the Holy God's splendor, the fragility beneath its strength,