A higher-dimensional incarnation, starting by leveraging the stars.

What happens on distant Proxima Centauri b and Mars has no effect on Earth.

However, it had a significant impact on Hu Biao, who was effectively silenced.

Images of his observations of many Xiying research bases with his high-dimensional vision flashed through his mind. Some of these images did seem a bit off, but because they were mostly fleeting glimpses and he couldn't understand the language, he overlooked them. But now, recalling those images and the unusual behavior of the people in them, and looking at the thing in front of him, he felt as if all his doubts were connected.

"Sigh, I still have to learn a foreign language, I really have to learn a foreign language!"

Thinking of this, his thoughts raced, and he lowered his gaze to the Red October Order. He issued a divine decree to Sowin through the temple's system before standing up, stretching, and going back to his room to sleep.

Nanyang, Red October Diocese

Sowin stood on the rooftop terrace of the October Auditorium, overlooking the entire Krabun Valley.

The rainy season was drawing to a close, and the sky was a clear, deep blue. In the valleys, newly cultivated terraced fields cascaded down like green steps, and irrigation ditches shimmered in the sunlight. In the distance, wisps of smoke rose from several villages, where the communal dining halls, planned by the religious community, were preparing dinner.

It's been two months.

Two full months have passed since those international NGOs set up humanitarian aid stations outside the blockade line.

The initial unrest did exist. Every day, the deacons in charge of each area would come to report with great concern, saying that a few more households had left a village, and that the morale of a mutual aid group was wavering.

But these things did not shake their plans and actions.

He did not stop it, and even publicly declared that parishes were free to come and go.

This decision initially puzzled and even caused anxiety among some core members, but there was nothing they could do, because it was not Sowin's decision alone, but a decision made in unison with him and several elders, including Danto and Yanhan, who were among the first to receive divine grace and resonate with the temple system.

They did not prevent believers from leaving, but led by example, guiding those who remained to devote more energy to production.

According to the methods described in the New Canon, we should improve farming techniques, build irrigation systems, and establish a fairer distribution system.

The New Canon did not come out of thin air; it was obtained from fragments of guidance that they vaguely perceived during prayer.

Is it really that amazing?

Of course it's amazing!

It is precisely because they are devout and genuinely believe that these are God's teachings that they compile the "New Canon" based on what they have learned and put it into practice. Their management skills are rising rapidly!

After the initial wave of dispersal, those who remained gradually discovered that although life was somewhat difficult, there was an unprecedented sense of security. The food might be coarse, but everyone could eat their fill. The labor was indeed arduous, but the fruits of their labor were reaped. The elderly, weak, women, and children who were unable to work also had the most basic guarantees. It was much better than the days before when they were exploited, threatened, or even enslaved by warlords and lived in constant fear of losing their livelihood!

More importantly, those who left didn't fare much better. Although they received food at the relief station a few times, they didn't get any other benefits. Some were even captured by local forces after returning home, who demanded that they provide information about the parish and sign documents they couldn't understand. Some even simply disappeared.

Gradually, the trend of leaving stopped. Some people even began to secretly return by all means, bringing with them their experiences outside and a stronger belief in themselves.

The Red October movement is becoming increasingly cohesive, and its faith is growing stronger.

However, the hidden dangers still exist. Sowin knew that among those seemingly devout believers within the parish, many were spies infiltrated from the outside with special missions. For a sect that had already mastered a certain amount of supernatural power, it was too easy to determine whether a person was truly devout or had ulterior motives. However, he had not taken any action, nor did he need to. These people with ulterior motives were only trying to spy on the secrets of the sect and had not used any extreme methods, nor did they dare to.

"The rainy season is almost over, and the newly built reservoirs need to be thoroughly inspected. Also..." Just as he was pondering the next steps, that familiar, soul-stirring feeling returned...

His expression immediately turned solemn, because... a divine decree had been issued.

After receiving the "divine oracle," a strange expression appeared on his face, which then turned into wild joy.

This time, the oracle was not a vague guide or a grand concept, but rather a precise instruction to a person and how to deal with that person.

What does this tell us?

This means that God's awakening time has been extended, long enough that he can now focus his gaze on this small parish. How could he not be happy?

As for the person and method of dealing with this oracle, he didn't care. It was just a spy who had infiltrated, and one he had already discovered long ago. He posed no threat whatsoever.

Half an hour later

The underground chamber of the October Auditorium.

This place was originally the wine cellar of the Wu family manor, but has now been transformed into the core prayer and council chamber of the religious order. The walls are covered with rough yet solemn dark red fabric, and in the center stands an altar carved from a single block of black stone. Above the altar, a soft yet eternally burning white halo floats—

This is a faint manifestation of a connection to a distant divine realm, and only a very few selected high-ranking individuals can vaguely perceive its existence.

At this moment, there were only two people in the secret room, one standing and one kneeling.

Standing is Suowen, kneeling is Wu Dan.

Wu Dan was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He had a delicate face, wore frameless glasses, and dressed in coarse cloth clothes that were no different from those of ordinary believers. However, his fingers were slender and fair, which was quite different from those of farmers who had been working for a long time.

At this moment, his face was pale, and his body was trembling slightly, not from fear, but from a mixture of shock, confusion, and deep dread...

"Wu Dan...a top student from Qingguang University, who studied in Gaul. A month ago, she came to the parish due to disillusionment with reality. She has been very proactive, taking on various clerical tasks. Now she is a teacher at the La'an Village literacy class and is very popular with the students?"

Wu Dan's heart skipped a beat, countless thoughts flashing through her mind, but ultimately, they coalesced into an overwhelming fear. She abruptly looked up, her pupils behind her glasses contracting: "My lord... I..."

What Sowin said next made him tremble with fear.

"You are a good literacy teacher, and also a good spy. The Freedom of Light Foundation sent a total of eight people to the parish, and your performance was the best." Sowin's tone remained calm.

Wu Dan froze completely, cold sweat instantly soaking her back, and her body muscles began to tense up.

"Don't be nervous. You've been in the parish for a month now, and you're knowledgeable and cultured. You must have seen things clearly by now. Red October is not some kind of cult, much less a monster. We won't do anything to you. On the contrary, God is very satisfied with your work and considers you a promising talent. So He specially sent down a divine message to guide you..."

As he spoke, Soewin extended his right hand, palm up, without incantation or gesture, only a slight thought.

A glimmer of light appeared in his palm, then expanded and stretched, transforming into a flame formed purely of soft white light. The flame flickered silently, radiating an energy fluctuation that was not scorching, but rather warm, pure, yet unsettling. The air in the secret chamber seemed to thicken, and the halo on the altar brightened slightly.

Wu Dan's eyes widened. The modern scientific knowledge she had acquired during her studies abroad collapsed in her mind. This was definitely not magic!

He could sense a soothing power within that ball of light, a power beyond his comprehension, that transcended his understanding!

At that moment, he truly saw the "light"!