Faith Becomes Godhood!

He slept until the latter half of the night.

Wukong woke up, pushed open the window, and looked outside.

The night was deep and silent.

Only the City Lord's Mansion guards patrolled the streets.

Wukong flipped out through the window, moving with exceptional agility.

In just a few moves, he climbed to the highest point of the inn.

From here, he could overlook most of Dragon Rising City's central district.

Steadying himself, he activated the Truth-Breaking Golden Eyes and used Fate-Seeking Truth-Breaking to investigate the number of powerful figures in the city.

Buzz—

The moment the ability activated.

Wukong's vision changed accordingly.

The entire world lost its original colors, replaced by countless interwoven streams of light.

As far as his eyes could see, innumerable pillars of fate rose from below, linking heaven and earth.

These pillars of fate came in different colors.

Most were white pillars.

They belonged to people without the potential to become Soul Masters.

A small number were yellow, indicating ordinary aptitude and a lifetime trapped below Rank 30.

As for purple and black, there were even fewer.

But the good news was that there were no Titled Douluo in this city.

"Looks like my judgment was accurate."

This city truly had no Titled Douluo.

It did not even have an expert at the Soul Douluo level.

Wukong carefully distinguished the thickness and brightness of those purple pillars.

The strongest purple pillar was in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.

Judging by the intensity of its fate, it should belong to a Soul Saint-level expert.

The next few powerful pillars were gathered around the Spirit Hall branch.

They were probably Soul Emperors or Soul Kings.

After confirming the city's upper limit of combat power, Wukong was completely at ease.

As long as he did not deliberately cause trouble, he would be absolutely safe in this city.

Wukong withdrew his gaze and looked down at himself.

The fate above his head was purple, but very thin and laced with a great deal of yellow light.

Yet it continued absorbing the fate of nearby living beings.

However, the absorption rate was slow, and it absorbed very little, all of it unconsciously and automatically.

It only absorbed from his immediate surroundings as well.

According to Wukong's observations, if he did nothing, it would take at least three years for his fate to completely turn purple.

Then it would slowly transform toward black.

"Forget it. I'm only Rank 18 right now, and the fate I have is enough to cultivate to Rank 30."

"Once my rank catches up to my fate, I'll find a way to rapidly draw in more fate."

"Otherwise, with this little body of mine, rashly absorbing excess fate would leave me unable to withstand the backlash of karma."

After examining the general strength of Dragon Rising City's Soul Masters, Wukong returned to his room by the original route and began cultivating.

He did not sleep for the entire night.

At dawn, Wukong stopped cultivating and sighed helplessly.

His cultivation progress was too miserable to look at.

This was the consequence of not having a meditation method.

Even if human Soul Masters' meditation methods were far less effective than the Mysterious Heaven Skill, they were still the product of humanity's exploration over thousands, even tens of thousands, of years.

They were much faster than relying on instinct to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"Today, I'll check out the bookstore first and see whether they sell any meditation methods or Soul Beast guides."

"If they don't, I'll have no choice but to secretly learn one."

Wukong's Truth-Breaking Golden Eyes could not only perceive the colors of fate above all living things, but also see through the operation of any form of energy.

Whether it was the circulation of Soul Power or fluctuations of spiritual power, nothing could hide before his eyes.

They were simply perfect for secretly learning cultivation methods and the like.

If Tang San had not yet been born, Wukong would have planned to directly steal the Tang Sect's secret arts from him.

"More importantly, I need to see how far this world's culture has developed."

"Whether I can carry out the grand godhood plan I envisioned!"

Over the past several hundred years, Wukong had considered many ways of becoming a god after Transformation.

First, he was a Soul Beast rebuilding his cultivation, so he was naturally unable to take the path of inheriting a Godhood.

Those gods in the God Realm were deeply wary of Soul Beasts. There was no chance they would pass a Godhood on to him.

Second, becoming a god at Rank 100 was also extremely difficult.

Not even humans themselves had anyone who became a god at Rank 100.

There were only two gods who had become gods through faith: the Sea God and Angel God.

From this, it was clear just how difficult becoming a god at Rank 100 was.

Therefore, Wukong had only one path to take: becoming a god through faith!

After all, with the Truth-Breaking Golden Eyes, he possessed an enormous advantage when it came to Faith Fortune.

So if he wanted to become a god, he needed to make good use of this ability.

As for how to become a god through faith, Wukong had long since formed a plan.

He would use words to stir the emotions of all living beings, thereby creating ownerless Faith Fortune.

Then he would harvest and absorb that fate, integrating it into himself.

That would greatly increase his chances of becoming a god.

Wukong had also come up with an idea for using words to move the faith of all living beings.

He would use the fantasy novels he had read in his previous life.

"Primordial World," "Investiture of the Gods," "Journey to the West," "The Great Sage's Biography"...

He would localize these novels and focus on shaping the character and charisma of the Great Sage, Sun Wukong.

He would influence the humans of this world subtly, thereby generating Faith Fortune.

And the power of faith created by his own hand would naturally suit him better than fate harvested from others.

The backlash of karma would also be far lighter. It could even be called absorption from the same source.

Daybreak arrived.

The cries of street vendors came from outside the guest room.

Wukong climbed out of bed and freshened up.

He then pushed open the door and went downstairs to the inn's main hall.

Quite a few diners were already having breakfast in the hall.

Wukong found a seat by the window and called over a waiter.

"Brother waiter, bring me two baskets of meat buns and a bowl of hot soy milk."

"Right away, young master. Please wait a moment."

While the waiter went to bring his food, Wukong began asking around.

"Brother waiter, where in this city can I buy books?"

"I'd like to buy a few books to read."

The waiter set the steaming buns on the table and enthusiastically pointed in a direction.

"Young master, if you want to buy books, turn left when you leave and walk past two streets."

"There's an Ink and Brush Bookstore there. It's the largest bookstore in Dragon Rising City."

"They have a complete selection of books, everything you could want."

"Thanks."

Wukong tossed the waiter a few copper coins as a tip, then began wolfing down the buns.

After eating and drinking his fill, Wukong strolled out of the inn.

Following the waiter's directions, he quickly found Ink and Brush Bookstore.

The Douluo world placed considerable importance on Soul Master education.

As such, bookstores like this were often quite large.

Wukong stepped inside.

Rows of tall wooden bookshelves stood neatly arranged, filled with all kinds of books.

There were not many customers, and the shop was very quiet.

Wukong began moving through the shelves, searching for what he needed.

Fortunately, although Douluo was another world, its writing system and language did not differ much from Blue Star in his previous life.

When he encountered characters he did not recognize, he only needed to infer them from the context.

For that, he had to thank Third Young Master, the father of Douluo.

Otherwise, Wukong would have had no way to teach himself and would have needed to attend an academy.

There were three main reasons why Wukong was not attending an academy.

First, he had the Truth-Breaking Golden Eyes, so unlike Xiao Wu and Ah Yin, he did not need to mingle with children who possessed Soul Master talent in order to absorb human fate.

Second, he already had a cultural foundation and did not need to begin by learning how to read.

Third, he did not want to expose himself to the Soul Master world so early.

After all, once he enrolled, his name and rank would have to be registered, drawing attention to him.

His first Soul Ring was a purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring. Its age was too high and too conspicuous, so he chose not to attend school.

Besides, schools did not teach much anyway. At this age, attending school was little more than child's play, and would only waste a great deal of time.

It was better to study by himself and devote his time to cultivation and writing.