"Heavenly God! Heavenly God! Heavenly God! Heavenly God..."
Now that they had personally felt the divine power Zhao Fu had unleashed, the countless people cried out excitedly. Their voices were so loud they could be heard from far away.
Zhao Fu chuckled softly and continued onward, transforming into a streak of light as he flew away.
These were merely people from a primitive era, and Zhao Fu had little desire to speak with them. It would simply be a waste of time.
Although Zhao Fu also needed population, this place was far too distant from Apocalypse World, and he had no way of bringing these people back to Great Qin. Absorbing a world where no one could cultivate would not bring much benefit.
After Zhao Fu left, the people of that tribe remained kneeling on the ground and calling out, "Heavenly God!" Only after a while did they rise. They even had people paint upon the walls, specifically recording the descent of the Heavenly God.
Zhao Fu had only bestowed a trace of divine power upon them. To him, it had been an utterly trivial matter, something he might even forget shortly afterward.
However, Zhao Fu's Power of Myriad Gods was a perfect-grade supreme power. Even though it was exceedingly faint, it still had an immense effect on people who did not even know how to cultivate.
Their constitutions were somewhat strengthened, their vitality increased, and a faint thread of weak divine power now lingered within their bloodlines.
To ordinary cultivators, this was very weak. But to people who could not cultivate, it was an enormous advantage. With this alone, one person from their tribe could fight three others, and they would live longer as well.
They did not yet know of these benefits. Only later would they understand how