Meng Yi suddenly looked thoughtful, which made everyone else a little confused.
How... is the Light Chaser special... really special?
Ning Xingxiu looked at him and spoke slowly:
"Is there something wrong here?"
"Nothing..." Meng Yi subconsciously shook his head in denial. It was pointless to ask them about matters involving gods and authority.
No, he realized it with a start.
Unlike Cen Qiyun and others, who were either low-level divine beings or ordinary people with low positions and little power, Ning Xingxiu is a high-level divine being and also a high-ranking official in the Fortress City.
Apart from anything else, he definitely has vision and knowledge.
Thinking of this, Meng Yi raised his brows slightly, looked at Ning Xingxiu and asked his question:
“Actually… I was wondering what all those unusual changes in the Divinely Graced Ones, and the requirements to please the gods, were all about.
Putting aside my special qualities, what was it like when you were a fourth-level Light Chaser?
He confirmed:
"A fourth-level light chaser, are the abnormal changes in his body caused by authority?"
He was not sure how deep other high-level divine beings' understanding of authority was.
“It truly comes from authority.”
Ning Xingxiu answered in the affirmative, adding, "And the influence of a heart turned toward light is more like a special favor of the gods."
Oh? It seems that the Divine Grace is not completely clueless. Meng Yi nodded slightly, "Then this raises a very interesting point.
Some gods have very extreme preferences, like the God of Ten Thousand Insects, who cannot even advance without changing his body structure.
Some gods are completely indifferent...
I think that the Weaver's Path is only influenced by authority. One is the bloody battles brought by flesh and blood magic, and the other is the non-bullying of the weak brought by elemental magic.
As for ritual magic... I think that authority does not belong to Him."
Ning Xingxiu chuckled:
“Humans have long speculated about this issue.
Comparing the process of evil gods and the ascending gods through blood sacrifices, the preferences of gods should be related to the degree of influence of [authority].
We generally believe that the deeper the influence of [Authority], the more distorted the spirit becomes."
Zhang Xier suddenly let out a "wow".
"What's wrong?" Ning Xingxiu tilted his head in surprise.
"No, no, I think what we are discussing is too profound." Seeing Ning Xingxiu asking the question, Zhang Xier shrank her head and replied.
The others looked away helplessly.
Meng Yi glared at Zhang Xier, then turned around and began to think about Ning Xingxiu's statement.
It sounded reasonable and logical, but he just felt something was not right.
Forget it, I’ll think about it later when I get new clues.
He clapped his hands with a smile, "Okay, that's it for today."
Everyone stood up and said goodbye.
When Cen Qiyun stood up, she spoke with a hint of excitement: "Meng Yi, remember to come to the mass later."
"I know."
Meng Yi was secretly complaining, "What about a Mass? We don't have scriptures, churches, holy emblems, or anything like that. We only have a three-sentence covenant. What's the point of a Mass?"
It’s probably another large-scale team building.
He said he fell asleep right away, but it seems he is not tired anymore.
As everyone left, the conference room returned to silence, and a small light bulb began to click on the table.
Meng Yi raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.
Very good, the meeting is over and something has started again.
I always feel that as more and more people live "inside my body", Xiaowu starts to become smarter and can better understand some of my words.
At the same time, they also became more "rebellious".
"You're not behaving well."
He sighed softly.
The small light bulb that kept hitting the table suddenly stopped, floated to Meng Yi, and began to sway slightly.
Meng Yi laughed and shook his head, sighed, and then lay down on the table without any expression.
Regarding the secrets of the gods, we often rely on speculation, which is really frustrating...
Out of boredom, he "spit out" two eyeballs from his fingertips and began to play around with them by pushing them around on the conference table.
No, this perspective made him dizzy, and he decisively cut off his connection with these two eyeballs.
This makes it much more comfortable...
His thoughts began to wander...
If everything goes well, the ordinary people in the City of Nature will be enough for him to promote two second-level apostles.
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