Power

"The vessel may be destroyed, but the power of faith will not disappear. Even if it turns into dust and is scattered into the sea, it will automatically find a new vessel!"

Nagos had some limited observations, which he only mentioned briefly before falling silent.

"You keep it!" Zhang Xuezhou said.

"I'll keep it?" Nagus asked in confusion, then quickly refused, "I won't keep it; I have no use for it!"

"I don't want to keep it either!"

"It's fate that you've discovered this object of faith; if you're destined to have it, then take it!"

Nags repeatedly waved his hands in refusal.

He wasn't just being polite; Naggs genuinely didn't want that kind of thing.

It can't be destroyed, and keeping it might bring disaster; it might even attract some unwanted beings who want to steal it.

Nagos was just a warrior; how could he possibly possess such meticulous observation and detection abilities? If it were to be snatched away by some descendant, Nagos felt he would definitely be the one being schemed against, rather than him using such a thing as bait to harm others.

Nags felt it was better for Zhang Xuezhou to dispose of the useless and dangerous thing than to keep it himself.

If Zhang Xuezhou has the ability to be used, he won't be jealous. If Zhang Xuezhou doesn't have the ability to be used, then at least he can be used as bait to lure out those who might need the power of faith.

"I thought you wanted it!"

Zhang Xuezhou wasn't just being polite; he had finally discovered what the vessel of faith truly was.

Rather than keeping something Naggus knew about for himself, he'd rather just openly share it.

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the rock and soil block in his hand and noticed a trace of grayish-white mixed in with it.

If he wasn't mistaken, this was most likely the remains and bone powder of the Desolate One.

Huang once mentioned that his remains were turned into bone powder, and his whereabouts were unknown afterward.

If Zhang Xuezhou's guess was correct, the object of worship in the shrine of Leiata City was this rock, while the object of worship in the shrine of Tutlam City was the stone axe mixed with bone powder in the statue's hand.

These are all objects that aggregate the power of faith, and Zhang Xuezhou can extrapolate this to the objects of faith in other satellite cities.

After losing his stone axe, Huang bluntly stated that he had become useless. This was not Huang mocking himself, but rather a reflection of his true situation.

However, Huang's backup plan lies in the objects of faith in the other eight satellite cities, which are still forces that Huang can sense and potentially mobilize.

Knowing he could find seven more, it wasn't surprising that Zhang Xuezhou was generous with the religious artifacts he possessed.

After some back and forth with Naggus, he finally found a bag and put it over the top.

"Then I'll take it back and study it!" Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Let me know if there are any benefits!"

Naggs nodded.

Cultivation is not about quantity; ten inferior abilities are not as good as one superior one.

Even if Zhang Xuezhou discovered the wonderful uses of the power of faith, Naggus felt he wouldn't be envious.

But he was happy for Zhang Xuezhou to try things out, since the other party had quite a few flaws, and with more ability, things might not turn out so badly.

He made a polite remark, and then asked Zhang Xuezhou if he wanted to attend the Turks' war rites.

"This scene is too sad, I can't bear to see sadness!"

Despite Zhang Xuezhou's attempts to decline, he still left the shrine.

The power of faith?

Nags invited Zhang Xuezhou, but Nags never even glanced at Ren Anran and Song Fengying.

After Zhang Xuezhou was invited away by Naggus, Ren Anran picked up a round bead that had been buried further down from where Zhang Xuezhou had kept it.

She blew the dust off the bead, revealing its white-yellow hue.

The round bead felt warm and smooth, yet also slightly stinging to the palm of my hand, like a piece of heavily radiated metal.

There were also finely carved patterns on this bead, and its size was somewhat similar to the Soul Jade that Zhang Xuezhou had obtained.

"Did Xuezhou not notice, or was he intentionally avoiding Naggs?"

After assuming the same posture as the statue, Ren Anran also had a keen sense of perception. She looked at the round bead with inscriptions in her hand and eventually wrapped it in a bag as well.

In the distance from the shrine, the Turs were already preparing to evacuate the city.

The heavy horns of vehicles rumbled through the city, and loudspeakers blared. From a few buildings, a few heavily armed individuals poked their heads out and began to follow, boarding vehicles carrying specific groups of people.

The war was not over; large moths still flew over the city, and more large moths flew away from Leiata.

Like a pack of tigers released into the forest, these large moths require a great deal of manpower and resources to eradicate, or we may have to wait for scientific research to test their reproductive capacity and assess their harmfulness before making a decision.

This is a long-term war that could last for months or even years before the aftermath can be eliminated.

Ren Anran took a deep breath. The scales and powder that filled the air outside the shrine stung her body and stained her skin with a silvery-gray hue.

However, compared to usual, her success rate in implementing the antidote technique was at least 50% higher, indicating that the influence of the 'earth' was extremely strong.

As long as she continues to take medicine to restore her Law Power, or if she can successfully recite the Vast Righteous Qi Art, she can continue to push the Poison Repelling Mantra upwards.

"Seem..."

In the dim light, Ren Anran felt the stinging pain in her body lessening, as if a tiny, weak force was protecting her.

This was a feeling she hadn't experienced in the shrine where scales and powder were scarce.

This made Ren Anran touch it, and she saw that some kind of special energy seemed to be transmitted into her body from the round bead that had been placed in the bag.

For a fleeting moment, Ren Anran could almost see her own body clearly, and even see the acupoints on Zhang Xuezhou's antidote manual one by one.

"Is this the power of faith?"

Ren Anran glanced at Zhang Xuezhou as he walked away, then at Song Fengying as she packed up the film and television equipment.

Song Fengying looks extremely young, indistinguishable from women in their twenties or thirties, with almost no visible signs of age affecting her appearance.

Ren Anran opened her mouth, unsure whether to call her "sister" or "auntie".

"An Ran, is there something you need that's been bothering Auntie?"

Only after Song Fengying asked did Ren Anran quickly respond.

She murmured a few words, which prompted Song Fengying to quickly take several photos with her spare camera before touching the round bead.

"I don't feel anything at all. Is this a stone or a gemstone?" Song Fengying asked curiously.

"Don't you feel anything?"

Ren Anran was taken aback.

She thought for a few seconds and decided she could try asking other people.

This is indeed a round bead that may have special properties, and it might benefit their cultivation.

Although Song Fengying felt nothing, not even a stinging or warm sensation, it might have an effect on others.

Ren Anran held the round bead in her palm, and vaguely, she seemed to hear countless prayers and hopes from the Tuer people.

It seemed to be some kind of special and extremely pure spiritual power, which she also felt, thus allowing her to examine her body and vaguely discern her own existence.