At the summit of a desolate mountain, inside a temple.
Yu Luo, dressed in a light purple dress, stood barefoot in mid-air, gazing silently at the enormous panoramic map constructed by divine power before her.
The map depicts everything that Wu Feng and Qing Yao experienced in the city of the Barbarian Kingdom.
Her expression was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger.
"Host!"
A tiny elf, about the size of a palm and radiating a soft silver light, fluttered its wings and hovered anxiously around her ear.
"It's all my fault! I exhausted my energy and fell into a deep sleep while trying to create that clone of you that was walking outside, so I didn't detect anything about what was happening in the Barbarian Kingdom!"
The system sprite's voice was choked with sobs, sounding extremely aggrieved.
"These guys must have expanded during that time!"
"Moreover, they were able to deceive Zhang Jing and Zhang Yu without them even noticing!"
"They were among the first batch of believers to be baptized by your divine power, and their spiritual strength far surpasses that of ordinary people! Deceiving them is something that no ordinary demon or evil spirit could accomplish!"
Yu Luo extended a finger and gently tapped the little elf's head, signaling it to calm down.
"It is indeed extraordinary."
Her voice was clear and cool, like moonlight, as she spoke slowly.
"I sensed the presence of another world."
“Some people are very similar to Wang Wan and Xia Yan.”
The silver sprite froze, forgetting to flap its wings, and almost fell from the sky.
"What?! Another time traveler!"
It steadied itself and flew around Yu Luo even faster, its voice becoming increasingly anxious.
"No wonder they dared to cause such a big commotion! Host, you'd better be careful!"
"Most transmigrators are protagonists in their respective worlds. If their original world background is particularly powerful, then their protagonist aura will naturally be stronger! This opponent is likely to be a tough nut to crack!"
Upon hearing this, Yu Luo's lips curled into a faint smile.
She turned her gaze back to the map, her eyes deep, as if piercing through thousands of miles of space to land on that land.
…
Meanwhile, in a secluded house in the city of the barbarian kingdom.
Qingyao repeated the message Xu Rurong had sent, and Wu Feng's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
"Normal? Normal my ass!"
He paced back and forth in the room irritably, his sleeves flapping loudly.
"The barbarian people don't even know who the Mountain Goddess is. Is that normal?"
"The only explanation is that Zhang Jing and Zhang Yu also got into trouble!"
Qingyao nodded, her expression solemn.
"Their memories may have also been altered."
As he spoke, he took out another palm-sized bronze array plate covered with runes from his bosom.
As spiritual energy was injected, the array plate emitted a slight hum, and a soft green light shone from its center.
A moment later, a clear and energetic voice came from the array plate.
"Qingyao? Is that you? What brings you to contact me today?"
It was Zhang Jing's voice, and it sounded perfectly normal.
Qingyao exchanged a glance with Wufeng without changing her expression, and asked softly.
"It's nothing serious, just wondering how things are going over there. Is everything going smoothly lately?"
"Smooth sailing! It went so smoothly!"
Zhang Jing sounded extremely excited.
"Sister Qingyao, you have no idea! Recently, the number of believers in the Barbarian Kingdom has been increasing! Everyone says that the Mountain Goddess has appeared and sent many healing gods to bless us. Our factory's output has doubled! Life is getting better and better!"
The God of Healing bestows blessings...
Wu Feng frowned.
Qingyao quickly ended the call and said to Wufeng, who looked utterly hopeless.
"Did you hear that?"
Wu Feng covered his face, gritting his teeth.
"I heard it! They say the Mountain Goddess sent a healer! But those ordinary people have no recollection of the Mountain Goddess at all!"
"Even if their memories weren't altered, they were still tampered with. The people behind that are very powerful!"
Qingyao stood up, her blue skirt fluttering even without wind, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.
"Let's go to the factory."
"I want to see for myself what kind of thing can turn a person into this!"
…
at the same time.
Deep beneath the capital of the barbarian kingdom, inside a magnificent underground palace.
The eerie green flames danced in the candlesticks on the wall, distorting the figures dressed in black robes.
"Your Majesty, I sense two unfamiliar and powerful auras in the city, like spies from the desolate mountains," a man in black robes reported, bowing. His voice was hoarse.
Another man in black robes let out a disdainful sneer.
"What's the panic? The entire barbarian kingdom's faith has been replaced by us. Everyone's memories have been reshaped by the holy light. Even if they come, all they will see is a fanatical worship of the god of medicine."
"Do you think they can just crack open the heads of hundreds of thousands of people one by one to see what happened?"
At this moment, another person hesitated before speaking.
"We must not be careless. I have heard that the mountain goddess of that desolate mountain is extremely powerful, with believers all over several countries. Even those deep-sea demons who claim to be sea gods do not dare to easily set foot on her coastal territory. We have disturbed her foundation, and she will never let it go."
"hehe……"
A soft laugh came from the throne at the deepest part of the palace, drowning out all the discussions.
The figure on the throne was shrouded in deeper darkness, and only a blurry outline could be seen.
“Supernatural powers are based on faith.”
The voice was neither male nor female, and it had a peculiar rhythm.
“Her power comes from her believers. What we are doing now is to dig out her roots inch by inch.”
The figure on the throne slowly raised a hand, and a ball of light, a mixture of milky white and grayish-black, appeared in his palm and then gently rotated.
"As fewer and fewer people believe in her, her power will become weaker and weaker."
"When she is extremely weak, let alone a minor mountain god, even if she were a celestial being descended to earth, she would surely perish under the glory of our Holy Physician!"
"Nothing to fear!"
As soon as the words were spoken, all the men in black robes in the hall knelt down in unison, shouting fervently.
"The glory of the holy healer shines upon all people!"
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