"Auntie, don't eat too much, you and Old Huang. I'll cook for you tonight, so you can try my cooking. There'll be a little surprise when you get back." Fu Yu was very happy, probably because she had relaxed again after half a month.
"Okay, I'll head back early in a bit." Li Xuanzu suppressed his anger and managed a gentle reply.
“Hoo—” Li Xuanzu took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. “Huang Jianshu, I don’t want you to think that you can control my actions anymore. Give me an explanation as soon as possible, or I will really kill you.”
Perhaps due to his experiences on the Blazing Spirit Continent, Li Xuanzu deeply resented being used by others.
Old Huang fell heavily to the ground, gasping for the hard-won fresh air. In the quiet private room, only Old Huang's rapid breathing could be heard.
"Okay...tomorrow morning...at the latest tomorrow morning, I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer. Please believe me, although I used you, I never thought of harming you!" Old Huang recovered and explained loudly.
"I don't care what your purpose is, or what I can gain. I hate it when people scheme against me." Li Xuanzu snorted coldly, pushed open the door of the private room, and walked straight out.
"Oh, by the way, remember to come to New Year's Eve tomorrow night, so as not to arouse suspicion." Li Xuanzu had just stepped out the door when he stopped again and gave this instruction.
Then, they left, leaving the private room in a complete mess.
"Li Xuanzu, who exactly are you?" Old Huang stood up from the ground, looking in the direction Li Xuanzu had left, his heart filled with fear.
If you really ask him to describe how he felt just now, it would be two words.
Powerless.
Facing Li Xuanzu is like playing chess with an omniscient and omnipotent god. No matter how lofty your ambitions or how clever you think you are, he can always make a countermeasure before you do, or even turn the tables on you.
The game was not exciting; the player was completely manipulated by the opponent. In the end, the player lost the game and found that he did not even have the power to overturn the chessboard. He could only be gradually eroded by defeat as the opponent made seemingly harmless moves.
In fact, the Dragon Kingdom has gods; to be precise, it once had gods.
If we trace it back to its origin, Huang Jianshu himself doesn't know either. It's a very abstract concept that only exists in the inner world of "people".
They are free from constraints and formless; they can be felt but not touched.
Some people have an extreme belief in their existence, an extreme form of idealism, and thus they possess the ability to communicate with the gods, even though this ability is quite useless and comes at a great cost.
But fantasy is truly captivating in the materialistic reality. Through the exploration and discovery of countless ancestors in ancient times, people went from communicating with gods to briefly borrowing a small part of the gods' power.
However, this is indirect, for example, fortune telling.
They knew their destiny but were powerless to change it. The gods predicted the future and then relayed it through their mouths, but the price was extremely heavy.
God has always existed, but some people don't believe in Him, and some people don't talk about it. So, His existence is only attached to mythology.
But this zombie outbreak and bizarre invasion, a catastrophe that is devastating for humanity, is an opportunity for those so-called gods.
Many people have regained the ability to communicate with the divine, using their power to rise above all living beings.
Um...
Above ordinary exorcists.
The price to pay is simply their loyalty and the confirmation of the existence of the gods.
Just like a child who is not noticed by anyone and is abandoned by adults, they will try to get attention by crying.
But as time went on, they realized that no one was paying attention to them, so in order to conserve their energy, they would quiet down or stop crying.
If someone comes along and is willing to help them, they will continue their task: crying and making a scene.
They desire to be known, because only then can they be considered to have truly existed.
Thus, those who were given power became their advocates, and the more people who believed in them, the more consistently aware they became of their own existence.
The gods are so powerful that no one can comprehend them.
But they are also very weak. If no one knows of their existence, they will disappear completely, and no one will even know that they have disappeared.
Even in the Fiery Spirit Continent, a high-martial world that existed before Li Xuanzu, the concept of "gods" never existed.
It exists as long as you want it; it will not leave any trace if no one wants it.
The human heart is inherently pure and simple, like a blank sheet of white paper.
If we compare deities to paints, then if your heart is incredibly vibrant and colorful, the deities will respond to your call.
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