The Eternal Thought-Seizer stood at the edge of a village.
It closed its eyes and stood perfectly still.
All sorts of thoughts immediately appeared in its mind.
"The harvest should be good this year. Praise the God of Harvest."
"I should go have a drink tonight."
"I'm so tired today."
"I need to go into town tomorrow. I'm due in a month. Goddess of Life, please protect me."
"The Town Chief is such an awful man. God of Misfortune, I beg you to bring misfortune upon him!"
The Eternal Thought-Seizer opened its eyes.
"They already have faith..."
It was at a loss.
They were all believers in the gods. How could it approach them? And how could it make them believe in it?
It was true that it had once acquired the corpse of a Creator floating in the void.
But Xie Daoling had killed the thoughts inside that corpse.
It wanted to follow the Creator's path, first of all, because the sacrificial dance had given it the same conditions.
But how could it obtain its first believer?
Just then, a dog barked on the mountain path.
A hunting dog came running down from the mountain and stopped not far from the Eternal Thought-Seizer, barking nonstop.
The Eternal Thought-Seizer looked at the dog, its eyes gradually lighting up.
Perhaps—
Perhaps it could make the beasts believe in it?
After a brief hesitation, it began sensing the hunting dog's thoughts.
"Woof! Praise... the God... of Beasts! Woof, woof, woof!"
The dog's thoughts fell into the Eternal Thought-Seizer's mind.
The Eternal Thought-Seizer was stunned.
These gods were incredible. They didn't even spare a dog's faith.
...If that was the case, no matter what it did, it couldn't avoid the gods.
Anxiety stirred in the Eternal Thought-Seizer's heart.
The Yellow Springs Ghost