wear it lord god

Chapter 2622 Distribution
It's ridiculous to think that my home turf has grown from the beginning to this point over millions of years.

However, the level of faith on this planet is still about the same as before. What's going on?

Shangqing: "The power of faith in the virtual world. It is developing very rapidly and has already been divided into tens of thousands of small worlds, each containing hundreds to hundreds of millions of thinking individuals. Most of these individuals believe in you."

This is something I can't understand: even virtual humans can generate faith.

Shangqing: "As long as one possesses a certain level of intelligence and self-awareness, even if it is virtual, it is equivalent to possessing a soul. Souls are not unique to humans; many intelligent animals also have souls. It's just that humans, as more complex animals, have more thoughts, and their souls can be diverse, both good and bad."

Tens of thousands of small worlds...

Why does it feel a bit like the world she lives in?

The high-ranking official said, "We should think carefully about whether or not to intervene at the moment."

Whatever happens, I'll just send my sister a bunch of good-for-nothing kids and a bunch of cavemen.

Shangqing: "Ignoring it is also a solution. The original intention of the first gods and intelligent beings was to gain faith power, with the first gods sharing the management role. If they don't like it, they can simply overthrow it and start over."

Just like the dinosaurs, a single meteorite strike could end their existence. The world would be like a stop switch had been flipped, starting anew.

The primitive humans outside were essentially starting over. Millions of years passed, and instead of developing better technology, they became savages.

She sat there, lost in thought without saying a word.

Hope knelt there, motionless, her head slightly bowed, her gaze fixed on the ground in front of her, not daring to look directly at anyone.

After a long while, she stood up.

He hoped to quickly ask, "Where is the goddess going? I can escort her."

She raised an eyebrow: "Go to those dozen or so good-for-nothings."

He wanted to get up immediately, turn slightly to the side, and extend his hand.

A surge of electricity shot up from the ceiling and struck the spot he pointed to like a thunderbolt.

A singularity expanded outwards, and soon formed a barrier that could accommodate two people passing through at the same time, with sparks and lightning flashing around the barrier.

Oh, and this guy also knows how to create barriers.

Qi Bin also possessed this ability, but it required the power of four deities to activate. Hope, on the other hand, relied on external forces. Then there were his own group of first-generation gods—hundreds of thousands of years had passed, and they were still utterly hopeless, only knowing how to enjoy themselves. They probably hadn't even spent five hundred years cultivating and developing themselves.

It's truly a child you raised yourself, so you should acknowledge it yourself.

"Thank you!" She stepped into the barrier.

Hopefully, they'll be overjoyed and quickly follow behind.

On the other side of the barrier was the paradise of the first gods, where they were still indulging in a life of pleasure and debauchery.

As Nian Cang was surrounded by women on either side, his eyes still blurry with drunkenness, he saw a figure emerge. It appeared to be a woman in white, so he slurred, "Beautiful lady, come here and drink with me."

Xi Ning rolled her eyes in exasperation and turned to glare at Xi Wang behind her.

He was hoping to lower his head and shrink his neck, looking like a wronged little puppy.

The "beauty" didn't come over. Nian Cang's hazy gaze focused slightly, then his eyes widened, and he suddenly closed them and shook his head, as if trying to shake the yellow soup out of his head.

Finally seeing who it was, he was so frightened that he stood up abruptly, but his legs gave way and he fell to the ground.

They haven't moved around in so long; if it weren't for the gods, their legs would have been ruined long ago. The high-ranking official said, "Without incense offerings, they lost their faith; now their divine power has returned to its initial state."

In other words, when they are close to ordinary humans and have almost no magical power, ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators in the cultivation world can kill them.

Eighty percent of his drunkenness vanished in an instant. Nian Cang felt his legs go weak, and he could only tumble and crawl forward to the empty space, where he knelt down, prostrating himself on the ground, not daring to raise his head: "Greetings, Lord God."

Now most of the first generation of gods turned their gazes over, and they were so frightened that they quickly dropped the beauties and wine in their hands and knelt down.

Hope remained unmoved, still standing respectfully behind the main god, but the robot puppets all left silently.

The rest were too drunk to continue sleeping soundly. Only one was not completely drunk; he lay on the comfortable love bed, waving his arms, laughing cackling, and reeking of alcohol: "Trying to trick me again? I'm not falling for it."

Niancang trembled all over, not daring to wake him up, much less look up at him.

Xining was furious, but she suppressed her anger and said slowly, "As gods, you should protect your people. You have received no reward here, lost all your offerings, and have been abandoned and forgotten by your people. I hope..."

He hoped for an immediate response: "Goddess, your servant is here."

The word "slave" made her laugh. What era are we living in? Still calling yourself a slave? It's on purpose.

Xining ordered: "Throw them all out into the open to help their people; that's where they belong."

"Yes~" Hope pointed, indicating that this time the energy required might be greater. The lights in the entire hall flashed, and a bolt of lightning opened the barrier in front.

The kneeling first-generation gods were terrified and immediately kowtowed, begging for mercy. They had thought the worst punishment would be returning to their sacred mountain, but instead they were being sent to the mortal realm.

We don't know what the situation is like in the mortal realm right now, it's definitely not as good as the sacred mountain, where there are divine servants to serve you.

Xi Ning: "Hurry up, don't waste time."

Opening the barrier requires energy; once it's closed, I'll need to ask the High Minister for help to open it again.

He looked directly at Nian Cang with a pained expression: "Nian Cang, I thought you still had self-control, and your talent was the best among them. But you gave up and became as weak as a chicken. This trip is partly to make amends, and partly to reflect on where you went wrong."

It's tantamount to being exiled to the frontier, to a desolate and harsh land. Hopefully, this time the first generation of gods can be tempered and become more resilient.

“Nian Cang knows his mistake.” Knowing there was no hope, Nian Cang could only kowtow to her: “I will never disappoint the God again.”

After standing up, I walked into the barrier with a feeling of unsteadiness.

Other first-generation gods also entered the barrier; some were clear-headed, some wept, and some were grabbed and thrown in by robots ordered by Hope.

Those who were fast asleep from being drunk, and those lying in the gaming pods, were also thrown in.

It was done quickly, in less than two minutes, and the barrier was closed. The flickering lights in the hall returned to their bright state.

Hope said softly, "Goddess, please don't be angry. Why don't you rest here for two days? There are many rooms here, and the scenery is quite nice. There is a room that is the best; it has never been used before and was reserved especially for you."

"No one has ever lived here?" She was a little skeptical.

"No one has ever lived here." Hope stood there, his head slightly bowed, but his handsome appearance was more pleasing to the eye than that of an anime character: "It has been built more than 1,200 years ago and no one has ever lived here. I only hope that one day the goddess will be so kind as to take a look and stay for a while."

My heart softened a little as I spoke. Although I hoped that the motives of the first god were not pure, this world is one of endless natural resources where only the fittest survive. The first god had such a high starting point and such good resources, yet he couldn't even compete with a machine. Who can he blame?

This machine is an old-fashioned babysitting machine, which is now permanently installed in a history museum as a coin-operated guide.

In comparison, the first generation of gods were truly pathetic.

She finally spoke: "Lead the way, let me see."