Holy God Civilization.
A scene of prosperity.
Compared to other places where only Holy God's projected avatars stood guard, the civilizations nearby enjoyed far more.
With Holy God's true body present, they only needed to believe in Holy God to receive his protection.
All kinds of resources and heavenly treasures could be bestowed upon them.
"Praise Holy God!"
"Praise Holy God!"
"Praise Holy God!"
Within the borders of the Holy God Civilization, such cries could often be heard. Their voices were extraordinarily fervent, their emotions wildly excited.
They wore standardized uniforms, fists clenched as they raised their right hands high.
Anyone unfamiliar with the place might have thought it some kind of cult.
Images of Holy God could be seen everywhere in the streets.
Anyone passing one of those images had to lower their head, or the temple enforcers would arrest them for blasphemy.
In short, this was an extremist religious organization.
"Holy God is wonderful. Ever since I began believing in Holy God, my back no longer aches, my legs no longer hurt, and I have strength for cultivation too."
"Exactly. If not for Holy God's blessing, I probably would not even have reached the Great Perfection of Qi Refinement by now."
"Thanks to Holy God, my wife gave birth to twins."
"Yes, yes. Given time, Holy God's radiance will surely shine upon the entire Civilization Battlefield..."
Throughout the streets and alleyways, countless people praised Holy God, their faces brimming with excitement.
But they did not know.
At this moment, Holy God himself was in an exceedingly grave mood.
Because he seemed to have detected someone's aura.
Beyond the civilization's borders.
Atop a towering mountain range stood a figure. His features were handsome, and his white robes fluttered continuously in the breeze.
He carried no aura of a cultivator,