Become a God? Create a God?

Mu Feng gently closed his eyes. "These past few days, you've been observing my actions as well, Senior. You should have your own judgment of what kind of person I am."

Electrolux fell somewhat silent. Just as Mu Feng had said, he had spent the past few days observing his every action and mannerism. Having suffered betrayal after betrayal, he had long since become unable to trust anyone. He could only trust what he saw with his own eyes.

Seeing that Electrolux remained silent, Mu Feng began recounting his story to himself. Aside from that one drastic upheaval, however, his first eleven years of life had been utterly ordinary. After hearing Mu Feng's brief account, Electrolux sank into silence.

Mu Feng spoke slowly and calmly, yet Electrolux could sense an unusual emotion lurking beneath the surface. It was far more than ordinary hatred; it carried a far more complicated meaning.

At the end of the story, Mu Feng showed Electrolux the dark purple angel martial soul on his left hand.

Electrolux could sense that one of the two balls of light beneath Mu Feng's golden sea of spirit had the same aura as the martial soul on his left hand. The other, brimming with an intensely evil aura, was likely the curse planted in Mu Feng's body from his story.

After confirming Mu Feng's account, Electrolux let out a soft sigh. "Do not let your emotions blind you because of this."

Mu Feng said firmly, "I won't. I have my own things to do."

Xiao Hei and Little White had always obeyed Mu Feng's orders and remained at outposts around Shrek City, so they arrived quickly. Inside a small compartment, Mu Feng took off Shrek's white uniform and donned black robes once more with the two of them.

Over the course of seven days, Mu Feng did not travel too far. He merely wandered around the three great empires. Along the way, aside from occasionally encountering low-level soul beasts, he also passed through several remote mountain villages.

Whenever he entered one of those isolated villages, Mu Feng would take off his black cloak and pose as a mercenary hunting soul beasts. At his current height of around one meter seventy-five, coupled with a little makeup, he was enough to make the villagers unable to tell truth from falsehood.

Mu Feng used the corpses of several soul beasts as payment to stay in those mountain villages. The simple villagers did everything they could to entertain these three generous guests.

Because of the rugged surrounding terrain and the soul beasts that appeared from time to time, only once or twice each week would the village chief organize everyone to travel together to a nearby border city to sell furs. If the weather turned bad and the muddy roads became impassable, they could only remain trapped in the mountain village.

"Lord Maplewood, have a drink."

An elderly man held out a cup with both hands before Mu Feng.

Mu Feng sat around the bonfire, flames flickering in his eyes as his thoughts drifted elsewhere. Only after the village chief finished speaking did he come back to himself. He smiled faintly and accepted the cup.

"Maplewood" was the alias he had chosen for this journey.

Coincidentally, when Mu Feng arrived at this village, a hundred-year Thousand Jun Ant was attempting to attack it. Since the village was often attacked by soul beasts, it had long been built like a fortified stockade. One or two ordinary soul beasts would find it extremely difficult to break into the village.

But Thousand Jun Ants were gregarious soul beasts, and it had more than a dozen ten-year Thousand Jun Ants under its command. Nearly twenty soul beasts surrounded the entire village. There were only seven or eight soul masters in the village, all around the teens in rank, and they could only rely on the village's defenses to barely hold them back.

Even if Mu Feng had not intervened, the villagers could still have resisted the soul beasts' attack, though some casualties would have been unavoidable. With the thought that doing a good deed each day would accumulate great virtue, Mu Feng used a Sin-Breaking Flying Blade to kill the leader of the ant swarm. The remaining leaderless Thousand Jun Ants quickly scattered.

Having helped the village out of danger, Mu Feng was naturally seated in the place of honor at the bonfire gathering. In particular, the divine sight of Mu Feng descending like an angel after releasing his martial soul brought immense shock to this secluded mountain village. Some elderly villagers even respectfully approached him and devoutly bowed three times.

Just as Mu Feng was about to explain, a strange current coursed through his entire body. Electrolux suddenly spoke as well. "Little fellow, the power of this holy light of yours seems to have increased slightly."

Having bathed in holy light for so long, Electrolux was more sensitive than Mu Feng to its changes. Since it concerned the progress of repairing his soul power, Electrolux informed Mu Feng of the change immediately.

The reason Mu Feng had seemed distracted earlier was precisely because he had been investigating what caused the change. After repeatedly confirming it, he found that aside from the elderly villagers murmuring prayers for him, nothing else unusual had happened.

During that time, several warm and bold young women swayed their slender, graceful waists as they invited Mu Feng to dance, but Mu Feng politely declined them all and continued discussing the matter with Electrolux.

Electrolux offered a simple and effective way to determine the answer. "Try it again."

Mu Feng acted rather mysteriously throughout the night, to the point that the village chief became worried that this guest was dissatisfied with the village's hospitality. When Mu Feng prepared to leave early the next morning, the chief apologized repeatedly.

Mu Feng comforted the village chief a few times. Then, relying on his memories from the previous night, he deliberately visited the elderly villagers who had prayed for him before leaving. He gave them some gifts, spoke with them for a while, and only then departed.

Most of those elderly people were alone. Their families and children had either died of illness because of the poor medical conditions in the mountains, or been killed by soul beasts while hunting.

Mu Feng's method was also quite simple. He imitated the sales tactics from his previous life of those salespeople who specifically targeted elderly people left behind in rural areas to sell health products. He showed concern for these elderly people, and Mu Feng even possessed an advantage those salespeople did not: he truly had an angelic miracle.

At the end of his visit, Mu Feng took some food from his ring and distributed it among the elderly villagers. He also released Star Spirit's Grace over a large area. Every elderly person bathed in the Sacred Radiance felt their limbs become much lighter.

They only believed that an angel had descended. As though by prior agreement, they devoutly prayed to the angel martial soul behind Mu Feng that cast down holy light. After Mu Feng left the village with his two attendants, Electrolux, who had been observing the changes in the holy light, said, "The power of this light has risen by several degrees again, but now it has fallen back to the strength it had this morning."

As Mu Feng traveled onward, he pondered for a moment before saying, "In other words, the power gained the first time remains. If we want the holy light's power to increase permanently, each person can only be effective once. But repeated prayers can bring temporary growth."

Electrolux agreed. "Mm. Your guess should be correct."

Yet Mu Feng remained deeply confused by this change in the holy light. Electrolux, who stood only half a step away from attaining godhood, had far deeper knowledge than Mu Feng.

Electrolux said, "Changes not caused by one's own strength, especially the power of faith, are often tied to one thing."

Mu Feng asked in confusion, "What thing?"

"Divine power." Electrolux slowly spoke the two words.

Upon hearing that, Mu Feng suddenly understood. He recalled that the Sea God's divine position was the same. Not only did it have Sea God Island as its core holy land, it had also gathered the faith of countless sea soul masters.

But Mu Feng remembered that the Sea God's Nine Trials and Angel God's Nine Trials were not like his own. He quickly recounted the legends of the Sea God and Angel God from Douluo Continent to Electrolux, mixing in details of the Sea God's Nine Trials that only he knew.

Electrolux pondered for a while before saying thoughtfully, "If the legends you spoke of are true, then you are not undergoing the trial of a divine position."

Electrolux spoke in a grave tone. "You are recreating a divine position governed by law."

But Mu Feng was somewhat confused. He knew that the Angel God's divine position in the Divine Realm had merely lost its inheritance; the divine position itself had not disappeared. If Electrolux was right, then what he was creating would definitely not be the laws of the Angel God's divine position.