"Deity?"
"You've crossed the line."
Just then, a strange voice suddenly came from inside the house.
The voice was somewhat hoarse and gloomy.
A trace of anger could be heard in its words.
As the deity worshipped by this village, it had been sleeping when it suddenly discovered someone using its name to bestow teachings.
Crossing the line meant death.
Beside him, the old man was extremely excited. He glanced inside the house, then at Mo Tianxing on the table.
I knew it. The deity hasn't abandoned me.
This man is courting death.
Who knows which village he came from.
The villagers who had been brimming with excitement fell into deathly silence.
So he was not a messenger of the deity.
Mo Tianxing, who had originally been preparing to begin bestowing teachings, frowned slightly.
Something was wrong with the atmosphere.
Pfft!
Now that was more like it.
He casually slapped behind him.
The intact house instantly turned to dust.
As for the deity?
What heretic?
It could not even withstand a single palm strike, yet it called itself a deity?
Now—
The atmosphere became even more grave.
The old man's already sparse hair had been blown away by the wind from that palm strike, leaving him completely bald.
And...
Where the fuck is my house?
Where's the deity?
Why are they both gone?
Judging that the time was about right, Mo Tianxing slowly spoke again.
"Anyone who receives my teachings can become like me."
What?
They could all slap a deity to death with one hand?
Uh, that seemed a little off.
They should be able to slap an evil god to death with one hand.
That was right.
So the one that had protected the village had been an evil god.
This was the true god!
In an instant,