Chapter 136 The Power of Faith
Xuanming, one of the three most intelligent members of the Wu Clan besides Dijiang and Houtu, knew that it was impossible to take any human from the East Sea today, unless she went back and gathered the other Ancestral Witches to gang up on Chang Hao.
Gonggong jolted awake, almost looking up to ask Xuanming, who was confronting Changhao in mid-air, if Changhao's words were true. But then he saw purple qi rising from the east in the sky, and his expression changed drastically: "Xuanming, it's terrible, the Sage has arrived..."
Xuanming's eyelids twitched, and he looked up. Could it be that the Sage had arrived so quickly after Venerable Chang Hao had just made his statement? It shouldn't be that fast to start looking for trouble.
No matter which saint comes, they are all in trouble today.
"Go..." Without hesitation, Xuanming fled at lightning speed, with Gonggong following closely behind.
Trying to escape?
A glint of malice flashed in Chang Hao's eyes. How could he possibly let go of such a valuable hostage?
The Qiankun Cauldron covered them from head to toe, and Xuanming and Gonggong were trapped inside before they could even react.
No, Xuanming was a little confused. Were they really that much weaker than Chang Hao? Why didn't Chang Hao just take them in from the start instead of wasting so much time on them?
Holding the Qiankun Cauldron, Chang Hao looked at the horrified Great Witches and gave the order: "Withdraw from the East Sea coast now and let the Ancestral Witches come to Lishan to find the original body. Otherwise, don't blame me for turning the Twelve Ancestral Witches into the Ten Ancestral Witches."
Their ancestral shamans had all been captured, and the great shaman, knowing he was no match for them, had no choice but to return to his ancestral land to seek help.
"The crisis has passed, you may return home at your leisure." Chang Hao held the Qiankun Cauldron in his hands, giving the eagerly awaiting humans a warm smile, trying his best to show his goodwill.
"His Majesty is truly benevolent..." the humans present thought silently. Not long after, another statue of a deity was erected on the shore of the East Sea. A celestial being, holding a precious cauldron and with a sword at his waist, was majestic yet compassionate. His warm gaze seemed to be watching over every human who passed by, offering their protection...
"Your Majesty, what should we do next?" Ao Kuang was radiant, ready to fight the Witch Clan to the end. The Dragon Clan had never been afraid of trouble, especially since the Human Clan was now of paramount importance to them.
No, it is crucial for them, the dragons who bear the karma of heaven and earth.
"What happened before will remain the same. We will handle the matter of the Witch Clan. You can take the Dragon Clan to occasionally look after the Human Clan and prevent powerful beings from disturbing their peaceful lives."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Ao Kuang glanced at the Qiankun Cauldron. The Ancestral Witch was imprisoned inside. Could Your Majesty be planning to refine the Ancestral Witch to intimidate the Witch Clan?
Yuanshi arrived late, and as soon as he arrived, he took out the Star Pill and stuffed it directly into Chang Hao's mouth, saying, "If I weren't watching you, you wouldn't know to take the medicine."
Chang Hao silently swallowed the pill that melted in his mouth, knowing that Yuanshi was annoyed that he had been running around when he should have taken his medicine, almost making him late.
"Your Excellency, what's wrong?" Ao Kuang was terrified. Chang Hao was their great support, and he absolutely could not afford to have anything happen to him.
"But are they injured?" Ao Kuang secretly blamed himself for being careless. Xuanming and Gonggong were both quasi-saints with considerable strength, and the Venerable was also a quasi-saint. Dealing with the two of them must not have been as easy as it looked.
Ao Guang: "There is a holy medicine for healing wounds in the East Sea. I will go and fetch it."
"No need, I am fine. This pill is not for healing. Ao Kuang can stay. The rest of you can return to the Dragon Palace to recuperate. I see that many of you have injuries, some minor and some serious." Chang Hao waved his hand to dismiss the dragons.
"Yes..." Even if one wanted to stay, it was not an easy task to withstand the pressure from the Primordial Celestial Venerable.
"This is a pill refined by the Celestial Venerable of Morality. It can save you as long as you have a breath left. Ao Kuang, keep it just in case." Chang Hao handed Ao Kuang a small, exquisite, jade-green gourd.
Ao Kuang carefully put it away and, with great tact, said, "Ao Kuang takes his leave."
Chang Hao suddenly noticed a strange auspicious light floating beside Ao Kuang. The light looked familiar. "Ao Kuang, wait a minute."
"Your Excellency?" Ao Kuan asked in confusion.
Chang Hao circled around Ao Kuang and suddenly realized, "No wonder I noticed that your cultivation level seemed to be loosening recently. It turns out you've obtained the power of faith."
"The power of faith?" Ao Kuang's eyes lit up, and he condensed the power of faith he had obtained into a ball and presented it to Chang Hao: "Your Excellency, do you know what this is?"
“This is the power of faith,” Chang Hao said, refusing the ball of white-glowing faith power that Ao Kuang offered. “It has many benefits, but it has one fatal flaw: use it with caution.”
“If I’m not mistaken, Ao Kuang, you obtained this power of faith from the human race.” Chang Hao thought to himself, no wonder the dragon race fought the ancestral witches like madmen. His orders were one thing, and the other was probably for this power of faith.
"Your Majesty is wise," Ao Kuang chuckled, but then, remembering the fatal flaw the Emperor had mentioned, he couldn't hide his worry. "What is this fatal flaw you're referring to?"
"There are gains and losses. The power of faith can help you break through your realm and make rapid progress in your cultivation. However, once you have the power of faith, you must protect your believers. Otherwise, you will lose the power of faith. Once the power of faith is lost, your realm will revert to its original state."
Chang Hao did not approve of Ao Kuang using the power of faith to break through his realm. He knew that the power of faith was ethereal and could be lost at any time.
"It's alright, it's alright," Ao Kuang said, relieved. "Anyway, our cultivation is not progressing at all. We can become stronger as we go, and at least we can help the Venerable One share some of the pressure."
In Ao Kuang's view, neither the Witch Clan nor the Demon Clan were good people; the Dragon Clan was just a piece of meat that everyone wanted a bite of.
They are dragons, not a dish. Why do so many people like to eat dragons?
First came the Phoenix, then the Golden Crow, and now even the Witch Clan, who can eat anything, knows that the Dragon Clan's flesh is delicious. Honestly, so many shrimp soldiers and crab generals aren't enough for them to eat, yet they're always eyeing the Dragon.
"It's good that you know what's going on. You may leave now." Chang Hao dismissed Ao Kuang and strolled along the shore of the East Sea with Yuan Shi, holding the Qiankun Cauldron.
“You seem to know quite a bit about the power of faith.” Yuanshi opened his palm, and a ball of white light appeared in his palm.
Chang Hao: "Huh, you have one too? And the power of faith is quite strong." Yuan Shi's ball is obviously much brighter than Ao Kuang's ball.
"After becoming a saint, I discovered that I had this 'power of faith' that is different from the power of merit, and it mainly comes from the human race," Yuanshi explained.
“I don’t recommend using it,” Chang Hao glanced at the power of faith, “given that it comes quickly and goes quickly.”
Chang Hao secretly glanced at Yuan Shi and muttered to himself, "Humans are a pragmatic race. Once they realize that whether you believe me or not, that's how it is, what use are you? They'll give you a few sticks of incense out of politeness, that's all they'll do."
"I never intended to use it. If I really wanted to improve my cultivation level, the power of merit would be safer than the sudden power of faith." Yuanshi dispersed the power of faith and glanced at the Qiankun Cauldron. "What do you want to do with the Ancestral Witch?"
Although Yuanshi didn't have a good impression of the Ancestral Witches, they were still very troublesome. Moreover, although the Witch Clan had internal conflicts, they always looked out for and helped each other. If you didn't have the intention to kill them all, capturing them would only cause more trouble.
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