Of course, it would be even better if he could occasionally perform divine arts before these believers.
Even in his previous life, a world that denied the existence of ghosts and gods, some cults had still managed to gather a huge number of followers.
In this world where true gods existed, it was even easier.
For instance, the various Divine Kingdoms did exactly that.
They sent out ordained priests to establish temples throughout their Divine Kingdoms.
These places not only allowed believers to come and worship and pray devoutly, but also helped them resolve their troubles.
From time to time, they performed divine arts to heal their followers' illnesses and injuries.
From time to time, they set up food distributions for impoverished believers.
That way, the believers' devout hearts would not waver.
Nalant could not yet compare to those Divine Kingdoms, but he could still find a way to sample the waters.
Before long, Nalant arrived in the outer city of Sacred City.
"Lord Bone Dragon, can the source of the power of faith really be seen?"
Walking through the streets of Sacred City's outer city, Nalant's gaze kept searching around.
He was looking for his believers.
Because the Bone Dragon had told him that when believers worshipped and prayed devoutly, they would form an extremely tiny thread of faith power.
And before that thread of faith power drifted into the sky, as the "god" being worshipped, he would be able to see it.
Thus, this was roughly the time each day when Nalant received the power of faith.
If he wanted to confirm who his devout believers were, he could only search during this period.
"That's right, Nalant. Didn't you say you saw those golden threads drifting toward you?"
"That was also the power of faith. It was merely