Inside the Shelter in the underground air-raid bunker.
Aaron entered meditation and sensed ripples in the ocean of the collective subconscious.
Fine ripples came from every direction, converging into the same imprint.
It was an image of a kindly master with blurred features, spreading the seeds of the Hope Tree!
"Relying on Inid and the others being active and helping me con people everywhere, have we finally gathered enough 'influence'?"
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Aaron's lips.
"When a lie is told often enough, it becomes the truth! There are quite a few similarities to the path of faith..."
In the blink of an eye, more than three months had passed since he arrived in the Eighth History.
During that time, aside from looking into the Spirit Realm, the Mother of Night, and news of the apocalypse, Aaron had made no other moves. He had merely been accumulating Power of Secret Source.
And now, he had sensed enough 'belief.'
Aaron sighed. His gaze swept past the blurred figure and fixed upon the golden seed in its hand as he cast Thought Alchemy.
Very soon, more than a dozen pea-sized seeds fell from the void. They were dark gold, their surfaces covered in intricate patterns.
Holding these Hope Tree seeds, Aaron went to the deepest part of the Shelter and knocked on Ayi Fa's door.
"Come in."
Inside the room, Ayi Fa was studying reports from the various hunting parties and merchant caravans with a headache.
"The lie has already been spread. If it is judged to be false in the end, the entire Shelter's reputation will be ruined..."
In recent days, she had been deeply worried over this matter.
Yet the moment she saw Aaron, a smile immediately appeared on Ayi Fa's face. "Lord Aaron, could it