Twelve people sat around a huge circular table.
They look different and come from different races.
The Spirit Clan, the Blazing Sun Clan, the Cloud Clan... and other races that Qin Ze had never seen before.
Everyone looked preoccupied, and the atmosphere in the meeting room was unusually heavy.
The three Mist Lord stood in the center of the circular table, facing the old man who had just spoken. He was dressed in the same robes as the high priest.
"Projection?"
The Mist Lord easily passed his hand through the old man's body without feeling anything.
This scene is exactly the same as the one where the Great Sage Image Recording Stone.
The Fairy said in a deep voice, "It's those spirits; they're recreating the scene, telling us what happened."
The old man sighed again, "According to outside time, God hasn't answered our prayers for five hundred years."
"And a series of recent events all indicate that... our god is dead."
The old man's words immediately caused a huge uproar.
"Are you kidding me? How could a god die?"
Is God not eternal?
"Could it be that the Strange Beast won?"
"Just follow the instructions God left behind."
"But will it really take ten thousand years before we can leave? There's no possibility of becoming a god in this world; by then, we'll already be dead."
The conference room fell completely Soundlessness.
Death is an extremely heavy topic.
Is it possible that the Sun God has abandoned us?
A man sitting at the end of the table suddenly spoke up.
The three Mist Lord looked over and were astonished to see that it was the High Priest.
The old man shook his head. "God would never abandon us, his most devout believers."
"Today I want to tell everyone to proceed as planned, pay attention to the matter of the fallen god, and do not reveal it to outsiders."
Several people left their seats one by one, looking worried.
The scene changes.
The high priest, along with several people from the previous meeting room, stood outside the old man's tightly closed door.
"High Priest, the gods have not responded for eight hundred years."
"It's time to tell everyone the truth. Even if we don't, the deception will be exposed during the sacrificial ceremony."
The old man stood by the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the cloudless sky.
He hesitated for a moment, then said, "I can't say."
"The fall of a god is a matter of great importance and will inevitably shake the faith of believers."
"Under the circumstances of the outside world, we must maintain the stability of the Land of Faith."
Upon hearing this, the high priest outside the door had a shadow cross his face.
The scene changes again.
The high priest and his companions held a meeting by the dim light of candles.
The companions started chattering amongst themselves.
"The high priest is too old and no longer suitable to serve in the position; he is too indecisive."
"I'll die if I don't break through my cultivation level soon. There are no cultivation resources in this world. I want to leave."
"The world is sealed off by divine power; the only way to leave is with the High Priest's permission."
"My time is almost up, but if I leave... wouldn't that be a betrayal of the gods?"
The group looked at each other in bewilderment, and no one spoke.
The high priest rose and said, "Gentlemen, it is the gods who have abandoned us; we have never betrayed them!"
The others chimed in, "That's right, we didn't betray you!"
"We just want to live, what's wrong with that?"
"I'll go and discuss this with the High Priest tomorrow!"
But will he agree?
The high priest said coldly, "If he disagrees, we'll just make him agree."
Looking at the shattered scene, the Mist Lord clicked his tongue in amazement. "So even among the believers, there are traitors."
The only person who is truly loyal to you is yourself.
The atmosphere in the city gradually became strange.
People stopped going to the altar to pray on time, and unrest began to emerge in the peaceful city.
"Have you heard? God is dead!"
"Is it fake?"
"How could it be false? The high priest said it himself!"
"No wonder the Power of Faith on the altar hasn't moved for centuries."
"God is dead, what will we do?"
"It is said that this Land of Faith is sealed by divine power and will not be opened for ten thousand years. We have all become prisoners of the gods!"
"But it has nothing to do with me, right? I only have a few decades to live. It's better to stay here than to live in the turbulent Land of the Gods outside. Anyway, I'm not going out."
"It's different! Whether you want to go out or not is your right, but God shouldn't restrict our freedom and rights."
"That seems... to make some sense."
"Protest at the altar! Demand the high priest open the world! By what right do gods imprison us! Believers' lives matter too!"
Once rumors start, they spread as quickly as a plague.
As time went on, more and more people began to sit in protest around the altar.
Gradually, conflict erupted.
Two-thirds of the protesters clashed with the remaining third of devout believers in various forms of physical confrontation, each accusing the other of heresy.
The Mist Lord watched with great interest. "Is this the war the High Priest was talking about? It was clearly instigated by the High Priest."
The scene shifts back to that conference room with the circular table.
The old man fell into a pool of blood.
"You... are traitors..."
The high priest crouched down and whispered, "Since the god is dead anyway, there's no point in us continuing to uphold the legacy. Why not let me inherit the mantle of the old God of War?"
The old man's eyes widened. "How do you know about inheritance?"
The high priest patted him on the shoulder, and the old man gradually fell silent.
With the high priest leading the way, the protesters achieved final victory.
The believers were all executed, but due to the special nature of the Land of Faith, their spirits remained even after their physical bodies died.
The high priest took over the elder's position and used "world power" to seal the souls of everyone in the cemetery.
The victors celebrated their triumph, shouting as they opened up the world.
However, the high priest discovered that even as a priest, he had no right to open it.
The world will automatically open up only after 10,000 years.
The crowd protested again, and the high priest had to go to great lengths and make various promises to calm them down.
At the same time, he replaced the God of War and became their "god".
The scene shifts to the high priest emerging disheveled from the place of inheritance.
He roared in fury, "Damn it! Why can't it be me?!"
As time went by, the high priests who never received the succession were forced to face a problem—death.
On this day, he gathered everyone at the altar.
The high priest stood on the altar, presiding over the sacrificial ceremony; the one being sacrificed was none other than himself.
After collecting the meager faith of the "believers," the high priest discovered that the harvest was over.
"Evil gods are also gods."
The high priest muttered to himself, using "world power" to detonate the " World Imprint " on everyone.
Their resentment in life caused their spirits to transform into Soul Breath.
After the high priest finished all this, he sat cross-legged on the altar. While the Soul Breath Corruption him, it also granted him a longer lifespan.
"Successor, come quickly..."
The surroundings returned to the dome-shaped space, and the spirits huddled close to the wall, cautiously watching the three people beside the monument.
The Mist Lord said calmly, "I see. High Priest, you have quite the skill."
"All the good comedians are dead; what's left are just veteran artists."
"However, there is one thing I don't understand: the High Priest is not a god, so why does he possess the Power of Faith?"