Countless towering figures knelt before the green lotus in the pit.
Their once-ferocious faces were filled with devotion, as though the green lotus before them was their greatest faith.
They fell to their knees like waves, and apart from the thuds of their knees hitting the ground, there was not another sound.
Beneath the gray sky, upon the red earth, countless savage-looking figures prayed silently at that moment like the most devout believers.
It lent a touch of peace and tranquility to this otherwise eerie place.
Hidden within the green lotus, Leng Qingsong was clearly caught off guard by countless people suddenly kneeling before him. He, too, did not understand why these members of the Devil Race would suddenly bow down to him.
Then an overwhelming torrent of voices rang in Leng Qingsong's ears:
"Please, Father God, bless me so I can eat my fill this year!"
"Please, Father God, bless me so I can advance to a greater devil!"
"Father God, bless me so I can strike it rich this year!"
Countless clamoring voices intertwined in his ears. Leng Qingsong looked in surprise at the silent yet devout members of the Devil Race outside.
Were these the voices in their hearts?
Why could he hear them?
And these voices were clearly wishes with specific aims, no different from the new believers he had heard muttering to themselves in temples as a child.
These members of the Devil Race were actually praying to him?
Father God?
When had he become their Father God?
That string of questions left Leng Qingsong himself bewildered.
But Leng Qingsong soon realized that these members of the Devil Race were not kneeling before him, but before the green lotus that concealed his divine soul!
Who else in this world could wield the Green Lotus