"Raise your blades against a god, and may Sun Moon endure forever?" The divine clone lowered his eyelids slightly, looking down at the hundreds of thousands of ants beneath his feet who had cast life and death aside.
The fury of ants... could set heaven and earth ablaze too.
Their courage was admirable.
But it was far too futile and powerless.
At that moment, even Ye Qing's original body, busy forging in the Undead Demiplane, stopped and looked at the Sun Moon Empire's army outside through the divine clone's eyes.
Mortals never lacked courage.
Although the main theme of this world was always the struggle between the strong, the light mortals burned with was equally brilliant. Perhaps that was why faith in this particular world could condense into something like godhood.
Ye Qing seemed to understand something, gaining a deeper understanding of the Faith Power constantly gathering within him.
One person's will might be insignificant, but the wills of countless people gathered together could even shake heaven's will. Heaven and earth had their Way, and humanity had its own. The faith born of that will was indeed fascinating.
Once, like many transmigrators, Ye Qing had believed faith was useless, because in far too many novels, faith fell far short of the mighty power of the strong themselves.
He had shared that idea, believing his own strength could do entirely without so-called faith.
But a world was never as pale as the depiction in a novel.
Faith could create countless deities of the Divine Realm, so how could it possibly be worthless? Ye Qing had been in this world for over twenty years, and the arrogance he held as a transmigrator was constantly being challenged as the Douluo Continent renewed his understanding.
Just like now.
In the past, Ye Qing had