When people encountered suffering they could not endure, they sought help from the Deities. This was precisely how the Deities cultivated faith.
In the past, the Human Race had been weak. The Deities had scarcely needed to deliberately create suffering before humans came seeking their help of their own accord.
But over the years, the cultivators had continued to grow stronger.
The Human Race had gradually begun showing signs of no longer relying on the Deities. Once the Deities noticed this, they naturally would not sit idly by.
And so, all manner of god-made suffering took turns unfolding.
The God of Ice and Snow created bitter cold, the God of Storms whipped up fierce winds, the Sea God stirred up tsunamis, and the Underworld God released countless evil spirits to claim lives...
The endless succession of calamities left the Human Race suffering beyond words.
They could only seek the Deities' help again and again.
The Deities thus obtained the faith they wanted.
"So these are the Gods. They direct and perform their own plays, toying with the entire Human Race in the palms of their hands," Chu Kuangren said flatly.
After hearing what Chu Kuangren said, Qingyi froze. He knew the Gods were no benevolent souls, but he had never imagined they could stoop so low.
"Don't the cultivators among the Human Race do anything?"
"They do, but they also can't."
"What do you mean?"
Qingyi was somewhat at a loss.
Chu Kuangren continued, "Cultivators can intervene, but they cannot reveal too much strength and arouse the Deities' wariness."
"As the Deities see it now, human cultivators are interesting, but they have yet to amount to anything and cannot threaten the Deities' position. The human cultivators are also using this to secretly build up their strength, waiting for the chance