Mist Plane. February. Salante Baron Fief
The sun had barely risen when the bells began to ring.
The bells rang without pause, audible within a radius of ten miles.
"The time for prayer has come!" A rider shouted in a booming voice.
At the sound, people emerged from the nearby wooden houses. They had evidently been prepared for this, lining up and entering the Temple.
It could be seen that there was no fog within roughly five hundred meters of the town. Beyond that distance, the fog stood like a wall, obscuring everything.
The main hall of the stone Temple had originally been dim, but now holy light shone from both the God Statue and the altar. Though faint, it warmed the hearts of everyone standing there.
Kanrongpa, Lexiu, and Feibite stood at the front, followed by five more priests. Behind them stood the lord of this land, Baron Salante—Haboba.
Behind them were the ordinary believers.
"Our Lord Romon is the God of Nature and the God of Punishment. He safeguards nature and the world, punishing all that destroys nature. Wind, fire, earth, and water are all within His power."
The believers praised and prayed. After several months, their faith had basically stabilized.
The Temple's radiance, the palace's splendor, and the terrifying giant dragon all displayed the God's power. Thus, their faith possessed a certain degree of devotion.
With their prayers, threads of white spiritual power invisible to the naked eye gathered into an extremely fine ribbon of light, which passed by some means into a certain space.
Within Shennong Horn, golden radiance bathed all things.
Across the fifty-thousand-mu space, the forest had put forth green leaves. The World Tree stood thirty meters tall, shrouded in a beautiful halo. At one small branch, white light gathered into sparks. The branch