Han Cheng watched this experiment very clearly from the side. The reason why the Kongming lantern fell down after flying to such a high altitude was because the flame began to decrease at this time.

One of the main reasons for the flame reduction is that the linen is not burned completely.

How to make the linen burn more completely is a problem that puzzles Han Cheng, who once tinkered with the kiln with Heiwa.

All you need to do is make a few holes of moderate size under the container filled with linen for ventilation.

After this thought arose, Han Cheng felt happy again because he remembered another benefit of doing so.

That is, this method of making an opening can greatly reduce the load of the Kongming lantern.

As the flame gets bigger, the container that holds the flame becomes lighter. Under such circumstances, it would be strange if the Kongming lantern could not fly.

This is really a good way to have the best of both worlds...

Night fell again, and the world fell into vastness.

There was no wind and everything around was quiet.

However, the silence does not mean that everyone in the tribe has gone to sleep. On the contrary, there are many people standing inside and outside the walls of the Qingque tribe.

Including the two slave courtyards, they were all filled with people who were not sleeping.

Despite this, no noise could be heard because their attention was drawn to the figures and a little fire on the courtyard wall.

Because not long ago, the respected and wise Son of God announced to them that a flying demonstration would be held tonight.

Most people have basically understood something about this matter in the past few days, and they know that the Son of God and others have been busy with this matter for some time.

Some people have also seen magical things flying up and down. Even so, they are still extremely excited and a little bit unbelievable at this time. After all, they are flying upwards!

How can a human do this?

On the wall, Shitou was holding a Kongming lantern in his hand with an excited look on his face. After working on it for a while, the Kongming lantern was finally ready.

Han Cheng was holding a burning stick in his hand. It was the first time for the Qingque tribe to fly such a Kongming lantern, so naturally he, the son of God, had to light it.

With the light of the flame, you can see the structure underneath the Kongming lantern clearly.

The thing used to hold the fire was no longer the original bowl or the variant flat-bottomed clay pot, but something that was somewhat similar to the colander made of coiled steel wire in later generations.

It is quite big, with a diameter of more than ten centimeters.

Four sticks as thick as chopsticks are inserted into the edge of this ceramic colander-like object.

The four sticks are ten centimeters long and arranged in a cross shape.

One end is inserted into the colander, and the other end is tied with a rope to the frame of the Kongming lantern.

To put it simply, it looks like half a watermelon with four chopsticks stuck flat on the cut.

At the beginning, these four sticks were also made of pottery.

After implementation, it was found that pottery was not suitable for such a task. If it was too thin and long, it would break easily. If it was too thick, it would be too heavy. If the rope tied to it was too short, it would be easily burned by fire.

So after several experiments, this thing was replaced by a few sticks.

A stick of wood is not a very good lighting tool, and the flame on it will easily become smaller when separated from the rest of the firewood.

Han Cheng no longer hesitated and put it under the colander.

The flame on the firewood stick quickly penetrated the hole and ignited the linen cloth soaked in rosin. In just a moment, it burned into a fireball.

The rising air currents generated by the heat instantly filled the Kongming lantern.

Feeling the Kongming lantern in his hand ready to move, Shi Tou, who already had experience, tentatively let go of his hand.

The Kongming lantern did not fall down when he let go, but stayed in place for a moment before rising up slowly.

The lamp made of snake skin, with an orange-red flame, jumped over Han Cheng and his companions and continued to rise.

Flying higher and higher, and farther and farther, the outline of the lamp disappeared, leaving only a little orange-red light in the night sky, blending with the stars and becoming one of them, as if it had really flown into the distant and deep night sky.

Shitou tilted his neck and looked far away at the light. He didn't know if it was because of the starlight falling into it, but his eyes looked sparkling and there was light flowing in them.

Han Cheng lowered his raised neck and a smile appeared on his face. This was the most successful Kongming lantern he had made so far in this era.

There was also a gleam in Wu's turbid eyes. That was the place where the gods resided. The Son of God was indeed the Son of God. He could really create something magical that could lead to there.

If I could make a bigger Kongming lantern in time, would I be able to sit on it, fly all the way up to the sky, to where the gods live, to meet the gods who always ignore me?

This sudden thought made Wu's body tremble uncontrollably.

Meet the gods, this is it!

Han Cheng didn't know what Wu was thinking at the moment. If he knew, he would definitely stab him in the back.

The temperature drops by 0.6 degrees for every 100 meters you ascend. When you fly up into the sky in a hot air balloon, the higher you go, the more water vapor you will collect on your body, and there is no other consequence except shivering from the cold.

Where can I see the gods?

Well, if you fly higher, you can indeed see the gods...

There was complete silence inside and outside the tribe, with people looking up to the sky with surprise and yearning.

The old men in the tribe recalled the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl that the Son of God once told them.

I wonder if they can see the lights released by their own tribe, and if they can follow the lights to see their own tribe...

At this moment, shock filled the hearts of everyone except Han Cheng, who had seen the world.

Especially the people in the slave courtyard, they had only been here for a short time and didn't know enough about Han Cheng, the false son of God, and had seen too few miraculous things. So when they suddenly saw something that was simply not something a human could produce, one can imagine how shocked they were.

This is the real miracle!

The methods used by the witches in the tribe before were nothing compared to those of the great Son of God.

There is absolutely no comparison between the two.

They originally thought that their original positioning of the Son of God was already high enough, but after experiencing this incident, they realized that their understanding of the Son of God was far from enough.

The Son of God is simply beyond their imagination!

"Son of God! Son of God!"

I don’t know who took the lead, but after the spark completely disappeared, uniform shouts rang out in the night.

The sounds were extremely loud and gathered together, as if thunder was rolling here.

The people, whose necks were a little sore, roared with all their might, as if doing so would not be enough to express the shock and awe in their hearts.

It's just a Kongming lantern, is it necessary to have such a big reaction?

Han Dashenzi stood with his hands behind his back, a confident and calm smile on his face, thinking something extremely shameless in his heart.

Pretending to be cool will lead to being struck by lightning, especially those who take advantage of others and act ungratefully. They are the ones that God will especially strike down.

Han Cheng, who was standing on the wall, enjoyed the admiration of the crowd for a while. Just as he was about to ask everyone to stop, a black shadow fell from the sky at a not particularly slow speed and hit him right on the forehead.

God said he didn't want to accept your Kongming lantern and threw it back at you...