The vast venue fell silent for a moment, then abruptly erupted into an uproar.
Countless Black Spirit people—whether white-haired old men, old men, middle-aged men, young men, or even snot-nosed children in grass skirts carrying machetes—dropped to their knees and devoutly prostrated themselves before the loudly roaring Golden Scorpion King.
Although the Golden Scorpion King's current strength placed him only at the very bottom among the gods of the Black Spirit Continent, in the hearts of these simple and honest Black Spirit people, he was a god! A true god had appeared before them—what reason could there be not to kowtow?
Moreover, the Black Spirit people differed from those of the Western Continent. The people of the Western Continent were rather stubborn; once they recognized a god, they would worship only that god. But the Black Spirit people were different. By day, they worshipped mountains; by night, they worshipped ghosts. If they got up in the middle of the night to relieve themselves outside their tents, then perhaps the frogs, venomous snakes, or fireflies they saw and heard would all become objects of their worship.
Thus, the Black Spirit people were broad believers, worshipping every sentient existence between heaven and earth. They held reverence for every being with spirit, and with hearts as boundless as the Black Spirit Continent itself, they embraced a vast and varied multitude of beliefs that the people of the Western Continent could not possibly imagine.
When the Golden Scorpion King appeared in the venue, not a single Black Spirit person nearby was his devout follower. Yet every one of them knelt, every one of them sincerely prayed and kowtowed to him. Some Black Spirit shamans were even so excited that they foamed at the mouth and fainted.
Watching the venue dissolve into chaos, Lin Qi