At night, the gods' disciples became especially active, and their strength increased considerably as well.
Though Shen Mo was not afraid, he had no wish to invite needless trouble. Fighting and killing others would only increase his own depletion; no matter how he replenished his vitality and blood, it would be difficult to maintain his original cultivation.
Thus, once night fell, Shen Mo and Chen Mengze would act like the ordinary people of this world, shutting their doors tight and no longer venturing outside.
There were quite a few rules passed down from ancient times in this place. One of them stipulated that disciples of Orthodox Gods were not to casually break into ordinary people's homes or slaughter mortals. If a deity failed to restrain its disciples and allowed them to run wild, that god would very likely be classified among the evil gods and rejected by the other so-called "Orthodox Gods"!
Of course, in Shen Mo and Chen Mengze's eyes, the deities of this world simply did not want to drain the pond to catch all the fish.
The human race on this azure planet was like chickens, ducks, cattle, and sheep penned up by the gods. A few would be slaughtered during festivals, but they would not be eaten clean in one gulp.
"Gurgle, gurgle!"
The medicinal broth in the pot gradually thickened, giving off waves of strange, delicate fragrance.
In this world of gods, Shen Mo found it difficult to use his mana, nor could he employ Alchemy techniques. He could only brew medicinal herbs through the most primitive means.
Fortunately, his attainments in the Alchemy Dao were extraordinary, and he had the [Dharma Eye Candle Micro] Destiny to assist him. Even ordinary medicinal ingredients, after being carefully processed, combined, and boiled, could display remarkable medicinal effects!