Divine Art

"Thank you, Mr. Steven! Ever since I heard you preach the doctrine and had the holy emblem with me, I finally got a good night's sleep!"

Early that morning, Wu Ming entered the living room, and the rich aroma hit his nose.

Madam Lena, looking radiant, wore an apron as she bustled about, preparing a lavish breakfast.

"Now, I can hardly wait to hear more about the deeds of the God of Redemption..."

Listening to Lena, Wu Ming couldn't help feeling rather helpless.

I didn't do anything at all. I only gave you a little verbal support, and you healed yourself...

Through the Main God Space, he could already see a thread of faith connecting Lena to it. She was practically a believer by now.

Just a few honeyed words can bewitch people. Humans, honestly...

Wu Ming couldn't help marveling at how strong and fragile people could be. At their strongest, they could create all manner of miracles of life; at their weakest, they could be led astray by all kinds of illusory things and do things they could never have imagined themselves doing.

Still... if Evil Cults without real gods can thrive, what if I conjure up a few miracles of my own...?

Wu Ming mused to himself. I'll need to consider my methods carefully, though. I still don't know how the Golden Oak Kingdom's upper echelons feel about religion...

Some fraudulent sects were dismissed by the authorities precisely because they knew there were no real gods. But if a true deity appeared, or even tried to meddle in the mortal world, those in power would choose according to where their own interests lay!

Though some might be seduced by the comforts of faith or the promise of immortality, most would be driven to protect their own authority. They