Qin Ze then asked, "Do you know the Goddess of Life?"
Miss Sword Case replied matter-of-factly, "That is the Mother of All Things, of course I know."
" The God of Machinery, the God of the Sky, the Goddess of the Dark Night, the Sun God —what about these?"
"The Four Pillar God are known to everyone in the myriad realms."
Qin Ze has gleaned a new, crucial piece of information.
Pillar God.
This indicates that the Four Gods are the strongest in the entire Land of the Gods, aside from the Goddess.
In the diary of the Desolate God, he always seemed to be looking for the Sun God to fight, whether he had something to do or not.
The Sun God is also known as the god of God of War, which is enough to show how powerful he is.
Even the Desolate God could go toe-to-toe with the Sun God, so his overall strength was no weaker than the Four Pillar God.
With such power, the Desolate God shouldn't be unknown in the Land of the Gods.
But whether it's the Sword Case or the cheeky stone in Otherworld No. Zero.
These remnants of the old era all knew about the God of the Underworld and the Pillar God, but they had never heard of the Desolate God.
Qin Ze had two guesses in his mind.
The Desolate God perished before the Miss Sword Case and the Stone were born.
It's understandable that they were unaware of the Desolate God.
At this moment, Qin Ze also had a somewhat conspiratorial guess.
The existence of the Desolate God was erased by some power, or by some god.
It wasn't wiped off completely.
They didn't know about the Sword Case and the stone, but the Apostle of the ancient gods knew them well.
Qin Ze was even more curious about what exactly the Desolate God had done to earn the contempt of all the gods—was it merely shattering the Star Gate with his fist?
Miss Sword Case suddenly spoke up, "If you want to learn about this unknown Desolate God, I recommend you go to a place."
Qin Ze snapped out of his daze, "Where?"
Miss Sword Case got up, flew around the room, and landed in front of Qin Ze.
" The Land of Origin."
"That's where everything originated."
"Besides, the Divine Tree knows everything, so you can just ask her directly."
Qin Ze raised his eyebrows. "You even know about the Divine Tree?"
Miss Sword Case was silent for a moment, then said, "I have a feeling I've been to the Land of Origin before, but I don't remember much about it."
Seeing the somewhat dejected Miss Sword Case, Qin Ze sighed softly. The child was quite pitiful.
A moment later, Miss Sword Case flew up again, eagerly asking, "So when are we going to the Land of Origin? Now we all have a common destination!"
Qin Ze couldn't help but twitch his lips. "You really haven't forgotten your original intentions. I've already told you, the Land of Origin isn't something we can just go to whenever we want; we have to wait patiently."
"All right."
Miss Sword Case returned to the bedside dejectedly and entered "hibernation" mode.
Qin Ze opened his palm, and the Chronicle of Time was immediately absorbed by the Source of God.
The Desolate God's diary was not destroyed along with the storage ring; instead, it was stored by the Source of God.
Just to be on the safe side, he no longer put the diary in the storage ring.
While Qin Ze was covering himself with the blanket and preparing to sleep, his clones were busy all over the city.
They began checking each location one by one, following the area circled by Thousand Faces.
The next morning, as soon as Qin Ze opened his eyes, he saw Miss Sword Case flying around the room.
Qin Ze stretched and said, "Were you a bird in your past life? You seem to love flying around so much."
Miss Sword Case flew onto the bed and said, "If you had been locked up in that little dilapidated temple for so long, you would have been flying around everywhere after you got out too."
Qin Ze sent Miss Sword Case to the window to bask in the sun, and then inquired about the search progress on the Local Area Network.
"How's it going? Have you found that abandoned factory?"
The old folks started talking all at once.
"Did Thousand Faces come to the wrong place? We haven't seen a single hair."
There weren't even any footprints near these factories.
"That's right, it does snow in Snow City every day, but the snow in the last couple of days isn't enough to cover the footprints."
"We even expanded our search area, looking through almost every factory in the city, big and small."
"What if he wasn't even at the factory?"
"..."
Qin Ze frowned upon hearing this.
Not finding it is alright.
He carefully observed the surrounding environment through the perspective of the Believer Clone, and it was indeed an abandoned factory.
Given their efficiency and work ethic, they could find not just a person, but even a mouse by now.
Despite having a general location, the group found nothing.
The Believer Clone the eggshell looked at the dark sky outside the small window and said, "It's still dark outside."
Qin Ze was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Miss Sword Case, who was sunbathing by the window.
It's exactly 9:00 AM, and it's a rare sunny day in Snow City.
The warm winter sun even brought more pedestrians to the streets.
However, the Believer Clone said that it was still dark on his side.
The Dharma King asked, "Are you sure you're still in the city?"
The clone replied, "The old man just admitted it to me himself, and we're still in the city."
"Putting me inside the eggshell is also to protect my safety."
Qin Ze was speechless. "You've become arrogant."
The Mist Lord analyzed, " The Preacher is very confident that we won't find him."
"The 'we' he mentioned definitely includes the Saber King."
"Such confidence suggests he is both in the city and not in the city."
Qin Ze nodded. "That cane is very functional; it's not impossible for it to be used to create a hidden space."
"Take Big Black's hand and walk the same path you took last night."
We only have this one day left.
We must find their hiding place and capture them all before the Preacher gather all the fanatics tonight and disperse.
Otherwise, the longer it drags on, the more fanatical believers will be converted in the city.
Big Black was led out again and began to inspect the abandoned factories in the surrounding area one by one.
The Believer Clone looked at the Preacher in front of the floor painting.
The Preacher remained in a slightly bowed posture, without moving for the entire night.
The clone asked curiously, "Doesn't your back ache?"
Click click click--
The Preacher slowly straightened up, his stiff joints emitting a series of strange noises.
"I am listening to the Lord's holy teachings."
The clone felt a surge of disdain.
Looking at a painting, you can discern six sounds.
However, as the Best Actor winner, he still felt a sense of responsibility and said, "I really envy you."
"I wonder when I will be able to listen to the Lord like you do."
The Preacher grinned. "You really want to hear it?"
The clone hesitated for a moment. "Can I hear you?"
The Preacher nodded slightly. "Yes, but only a little."
Immediately, he turned to face the painting on the ground and slowly opened his arms.
As the ruby at the top of the cane flashed and disappeared, the gray mist in the painting suddenly began to swirl.
The gray fog grew thicker and thicker, churning incessantly, as if it were about to burst out of the painting at any moment.
The clone was disdainful, thinking it was just another trick or illusion.
But just then, the enormous figure in the gray fog suddenly lit up a pair of scarlet eyes.
Demonic whispers echoed in the Believer Clone's clones.
(I'm taking a break for one update. My mind is a mess, and I think I heard the Lord's voice too.)