Chen Shouyi slowly extended his hand and applied a little force. Countless muscles on his arm, fine as steel wires, bulged one by one, brimming with tremendous power.
"Strength has finally reached 17 points."
It looks much better than 16.9! he thought.
At this level of strength, the 2,000-pound War Bow that had once felt heavy had now become easy to handle, requiring hardly any effort at all.
At that moment, his mind stirred. He closed his eyes and sensed for a moment, and a trace of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
On the distant Small Island, a grand-scale sacrificial ceremony was underway. The number of barbarians on the island was no longer merely two or three hundred, but over a thousand. The converted believers already numbered nearly six hundred.
Although the number of believers had yet to break into four digits and was still pitifully small, the Faith Power produced during their frenzied worship had already become quite substantial. As this "massive" Faith Power continuously poured into his body, Chen Shouyi felt a pleasant, tipsy sensation.
Faith Power could slowly strengthen a Divine Creature's power, alter its essence, and gradually bring it closer to godhood.
However, this speed was far too slow. To Chen Shouyi, its primary use was still protecting his soul.
Toward evening.
When Chen Shouyi returned home, he discovered that they had guests. Aside from Chen Xingyue and Bai Xiaoling, there were also Luo Jingwen and an unfamiliar woman.
She looked to be around twenty years old, with fair skin and striking features. She had a capable air about her, and when she saw Chen Shouyi, a glint flashed in her eyes as she could not help taking a few extra looks at him.
Chen Shouyi could not help feeling somewhat surprised.