The old man stared wide-eyed at the figure in the sky, so shocked that he could not speak. Since the Human Race had come into being, all kinds of ferocious beasts in this world had treated humans as Blood Food.
The Human Race was weak. Even with the blessing of the temple's blood patterns, it could not change this situation.
The reason the old man had been unwilling to abandon the temple and worship Ye Tian was not loyalty to the temple. Rather, the temple had endured for so long that, no matter what, it still had the support of the blood-pattern method.
But Ye Tian—who knew whether he was a god of the moment or something else entirely?
Even if Ye Tian truly was a god, an immortal, or some other race, what if he protected the Human Race for a time and then ceased protecting them?
Thus, as the priest, the old man had no choice but to weigh these matters.
Yet now that he had seen Ye Tian appear, with three bodies as gods, whatever his place and divine rank might be, he was even willing to pass down a method that would save the Human Race's lives.
Setting all other reasons aside, Ye Tian's human appearance alone had shaken the old man's inner heart.
"Y-you truly are a god? Can you pass down a method for my Human Race to save ourselves?" The aged old man threw away the Wooden Staff in his hand and said with trembling hands.
Their branch of the Human Race had once numbered several thousand. By now, after being devoured by ferocious beasts and battered by all manner of natural and man-made disasters, fewer than several hundred remained in the tribe.
"I too am human. To revere me is to revere