In Yuan'an City.
Under the moonlight, the Tower of Surveillance belonging to Shacang stands in the center of the city, its glazed tower reflecting the cold light of the moon.
As the words "Our Lord has bestowed a miracle" resounded throughout the city, Li Wenhui, standing before the "Cemetery of Ascetics," slowly withdrew his gaze from the sky.
Then, Zhang Xier's voice rang out beside him:
"I never imagined that one day I would fly to such great heights in this way."
Her outstretched arm was slowly retracting, an eye blinking in her palm. Then, she closed her hand and muttered softly:
“I can’t see exactly how far it covers… I heard from the Holy City that all human cities have been lifted into the sky by our Lord.”
She turned her head to look at Li Wenhui, who wore a cartoon eye mask and had a serious expression, and Old Wangba, who had gray hair, a goatee, and a cane, and asked curiously:
Do you know how large this area is?
Before the two could answer, Zhang Xier reached out and fiddled with the clouds that had "descended" beside her, raising her chin in a gesture:
“Look~ that’s the ‘Cemetery of Ascetics.’ I used to come here quite a bit when I was in Yuan’an City… no, I was trying to awaken them.”
She leaped lightly and landed on the fifth floor of the "Ascetic Cemetery," where she slapped an ascetic's bald head with a series of "thump thump thump" sounds, just like slapping a watermelon.
"This is a fourth-level ascetic; he does not react to any external stimuli."
Look…”
She began pinching and hitting the ascetic, covering his mouth and nose to prevent him from breathing, and forcibly prying open his half-closed eyes.
“He won’t react at all, and neither will anyone else.”
As she spoke, Zhang Xier turned to another ascetic, about to reach out and "pat the watermelon," when she suddenly stopped. After observing him carefully, she spoke up in exasperation:
"Who did this? Don't they have any sense of public morality? The era of redemption has arrived, how can there still be people causing trouble?"
Besides, why don't you even wash it after using it?
What about the brothers and sisters who come after us?
Li Wenhui was speechless.
So this is a "public space"? Are you all lining up, brothers and sisters?
He had excellent eyesight and could easily see that the ascetic was in quite a mess.
Clearly, someone had some unspeakable contact with the other party, and the traces left behind were not cleaned up.
“You’ll get used to it. Even if people convert to our Lord, some of their habits can’t be corrected overnight.”
Old Wangba, however, was unfazed. He raised his cane and pointed around.
“Look, many people are kneeling and worshiping because of the miracles our Lord has performed.”
Besides, Yuan'an City has a "double birthday celebration" program... and many people suffer from severe "aftereffects".
Time is too short; many things need to be changed gradually.
Li Wenhui nodded slightly. He could clearly see that on the streets of the inner city, people were kneeling and kowtowing everywhere, constantly praising salvation.
Even when apostles from the Holy City forbade them to do so, it didn't have much effect.
Yuan'an City is located at the northernmost point of the human world, and the feeling of the city "flying" is most obvious there.
Many of those blessed by the gods even have the means to observe the edge of the "floating continent" and see the huge, receding crater.
"I have witnessed a true miracle! My Lord is the salvation!"
In fact... many people in this world just drift along with the tide and live a muddled life.
For no apparent reason, Li Wenhui thought of Aqi.
The girl who passed by the mechanic was probably the same.
"Wow, that's outrageous! Someone actually hid tiny insects in a monk's ear..."
Zhang Xier's shouting brought Li Wenhui back to his senses.
"Hmm~ Doesn't that mean my brothers and sisters are going to get attacked by bugs? Let me see if I have any other good stuff."
chili…
What is this? Sulfuric acid? Wow, how vicious.
Poisonous mushrooms? Fungal mats?
There's a tree here now; it wasn't here before.
Zhang Xier tapped on a small sapling growing on the fifth floor and began to look around and touch it.
Old Wangba and Li Wenhui arrived at the fifth level of the "Ascetic Cemetery" at the same time.
The lower levels were where low-level ascetics stayed, but with the rise of "Redemption" like wildfire, the bottom three levels were now completely empty.
The old turtle stroked his beard, glanced at the situation briefly, and made a simple judgment:
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