When the two sides merged, the faith of the people was rapidly depleted. As the scope expanded, the rate of depletion increased exponentially, and the faith was already somewhat exhausted.
Actually, it's not that the people of Xia Kingdom are not devout enough, but rather that Bei Xuan had already consumed a lot of faith when he became a god. The amount of faith a person can generate is not infinite. It's like physical strength. If a person runs five kilometers in a short period of time, it will be extremely difficult for him to run another five kilometers.
The people of Xia seemed to sense the difficulties the prophet was facing, and some cheered enthusiastically, "The prophet is saving Xia!"
He was now a citizen of Fang Xiu's divine kingdom, and he felt more clearly the changes that Fang Xiu had brought to this world.
Long live the prophet!
"come on!"
More and more voices resounded across the land of Xia, all cheering for Fang Xiu, and the previously depleted power of faith was replenished once again.
The fusion of the Avici Hell and the Xia Kingdom is accelerating: 90%! 95%! 99%... 100%!
boom!
When the Avici Hell and the Xia Kingdom were completely merged, the heavens and earth trembled violently, the void boiled, and everyone had an inexplicable connection with Fang Xiu.
Under the watchful eyes of the world, a phantom of a divine kingdom slowly began to take shape. All the gray fog was blocked, countless strange phenomena were eliminated, the world cheered, the people rejoiced, and everything was full of vitality.
Fang Xiu, however, was pale and several deep, bone-revealing cracks appeared on his body. The cracks multiplied, and he was on the verge of falling apart.
At that moment, the cheers of the crowd came to an abrupt halt.
"The prophet, he..."
"What on earth is going on!?"
Fang Xiu's sudden situation also brought the nascent divine kingdom to the brink of collapse.
Bei Xuan, who had been relentlessly beaten, finally got a chance to catch his breath. People were worried about Fang Xiu and naturally forgot to beat him.
Upon seeing this, Bei Xuan burst into wild laughter: "Hahaha... Fang Xiu, you are ultimately not a god, you are merely a demigod, without an eternal divine status. You simply cannot bear the pressure of the divine kingdom, hahaha... You are finished, you cannot bear the burden of the entire Xia Kingdom, and the Xia Kingdom is finished too..."
Bang!
A foot over size 40 slammed into Bei Xuan's mouth.
"I called you a bitch! You dare to call me that?" A furious Xia citizen cursed, kicking Bei Xuan in the face repeatedly.
Led by this citizen of Xia, a new round of beatings began.
Even with his body shattered, Fang Xiu's gaze remained calm in mid-air. Just as Bei Xuan had said, the pressure of the entire Xia Kingdom was now concentrated on him alone.
The divine kingdom is the kingdom of gods, and its foundation is naturally the gods, which means that the gods need to bear the heavy burden of the entire divine kingdom.
At this moment, he realized the most fundamental difference between the true self's commandments and divinity.
That is eternity!
Divinity is eternal, transcending the river of time, unaffected by time, and indestructible. For this reason, only eternal divinity can bear the heavy burden of the divine kingdom.
The True Self Law is different. Although its essence is no different from that of a god, it is ultimately a whole realm lower and does not possess the eternal attribute of a god. When the divine kingdom is about to take shape, all the invisible pressure falls on the True Self Law, pushing it to the brink of collapse.
"Time rewind!"
Fang Xiu activated the power of time, and a mysterious and obscure time wave rippled, instantly restoring his collapsing body. However, the next second, the collapse began again.
It's as if he's holding up a massive mountain with both hands. The mountain is pressing down on him, making his bones creak and he's about to be crushed into a pile of flesh. The power of time flows, helping him return to his original state. But the problem is, the mountain is still there, the pressure is still there. Without solving this problem, even if time is rewound ten thousand times, it will be useless.
How can this be resolved?
Fang Xiu didn't know either.
Even if you die and revert to a previous state, it's useless. Once you establish a divine kingdom, you must face the problem of bearing the pressure of that kingdom; there's no way to bypass it.
The death rollback may seem like a bug, but the worst thing is encountering a situation where you can't outmaneuver someone and have to tough it out. But if you can't tough it out, you just can't tough it out.
This feeling is like an ordinary person participating in a race. Even if you are given ten thousand chances, you will never be able to beat Bolt. It has nothing to do with effort; it is talent and the upper limit that restricts you.
Bang!
A loud explosion rang out, and under the watchful eyes of all the citizens of Xia Kingdom, Fang Xiu exploded. He burst into a cloud of blood mist, as if he had been crushed by some invisible pressure.
"A prophet!"
No! You can't die!
Countless people had tears in their eyes at this moment, and some even wanted to rush over, even though they didn't know what use it would be. But even getting a little closer to the prophet would be good.
However, just as everyone took a step, the blood mist in mid-air condensed rapidly as if time had reversed, eventually transforming into the shape of Fang Xiu.
"The prophet has returned!"
"I knew the prophet would never fall!"
People were overjoyed and began to cheer, but the good times didn't last long, bang!
Fang Xiu's newly recovered body was crushed again, turning into a cloud of blood mist. Then, the scene repeated itself, and the blood mist was restored under the power of time, and so on.
Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of millions of people in Xia Kingdom, Fang Xiu's body exploded again and again, and he was reborn time and time again, as if there was no end in sight.
Time passed second by second, and the cheers had long since cooled in Xia Kingdom. Even the noisiest children were now completely silent, with only the occasional sob breaking the silence.
One hundred times, three hundred times, five hundred times...
The sobs of the crowd could no longer be concealed; some wept silently, some wailed loudly, and some knelt on the ground, roaring and pounding the earth.
Six hundred times, eight hundred times... one thousand times!
Fang Xiu died a thousand times, yet the problem of pressure remained unresolved, and the death continued.
Many people have broken down, repeatedly kneeling and kowtowing, crying and pleading: "Great prophet, stop, please stop!"
"Don't let us drag you down with us. We should have died a hundred years ago. We are already grateful that you have allowed the Xia Kingdom to live for another hundred years."
"So what if I die? Who the hell is afraid of dying?!"
“We are not worth it for you to do this. You are the one who should live. Only a prophet can end this strange era. Our survival is just a burden.”
"Please, stop!"
Fang Xiu ignored everyone's pleas and persisted, enduring the pain of every piece of flesh and bone in his body being crushed under the weight time and time again, but he did not give up.
"Master..." Lin Ye knelt on the ground, his fists clenched so tightly that his slightly sharp nails had already dug deep into his flesh, but he was completely unaware of it.
Tears streamed down his face. He hated himself for his powerlessness, for being able to watch helplessly as his master bore all the pressure alone.
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