Through the narrow gap, Han Shuo's eyes shone as he stared at the people on the cliff protruding above the Ice and Snow Goddess Statue's head, listening carefully to their troubled conversation.
"Ah, who knows when we'll actually finish? It's already been over a hundred years," a follower of the Ice and Snow God Temple sighed.
"Since the God-Making Plan began, it has consumed countless human and material resources from our temple. Now that we've reached the most critical stage, we absolutely cannot be careless. The reason our Ice and Snow God Temple has remained beneath the Church of Light and the Calamity Church all these years is that we have no 'true god' of our own on the Qio Continent.
"Without divine miracles manifesting in the world, we cannot attract more followers. Once our God-Making Plan succeeds, our Ice and Snow God Temple will surely overturn the current situation and become a church admired by everyone on the continent. We'll never have to bow to anyone again," another follower who had come over explained in an icy voice.
The God-Making Plan?
A storm surged through Han Shuo's heart. What he had heard stunned him.
By now, Han Shuo had long since come to believe that gods existed in this world. The Spider Goddess Lolth's attack on his divine sense across several planes, the Holy Maiden hidden deep within the Church of Light Holy Mountain, and the overwhelming might of the Hunluo Clan's Hexagon Clan King had all proved to Han Shuo that gods were not mere fantasies.
But in Han Shuo's mind, even the weakest god had come into being only through the accumulation of countless years, gradually comprehending the essence of the world's elements or laws and slowly breaking through their own limitations, with opportunity and good fortune.