With half a game of chess, I vanquish all demons!

The golden divine power transformed into ribbons, which floated in the air, traversing a great distance and conspicuously surging towards Zhao Yao.

Divine power seeped into his body, and he attempted to use it to simulate the blood of gods and demons, thus propelling his strength to new heights.

He tried it only once, then looked helpless and immediately stopped, refusing to continue.

The cost is too high! It's completely not worth it.

He looked at the statue, sensed it, and discovered that the divine power stored inside had accumulated over thousands of years and was quite abundant.

Then, he used his divine power to extract relevant information about the tribe in front of him.

An image appeared, hovering before his eyes and flashing by quickly. With the aid of divine power, he observed the image and quickly grasped the situation of the tribe.

He muttered to himself:

"Shanyin Tribe..."

Whether by coincidence or not, the name of this tribe is exactly the same as the name of Shanyin Village on Huangyan Mountain, just as the name of Shanyang Tribe clashes with the name of Shanyang Village, and the name of Huangyan Lower Realm clashes with Huangyan Mountain.

If this situation is widespread, does it mean that somewhere in the lower realm of the desolate rocks, there is a tribe of mountain demons?

After all, there is a mountain demon village on the desolate rock mountain.

Upon realizing this, he immediately expended his divine power to begin obtaining the locations of all human settlements in this world.

In an instant, some images flashed through his mind.

A glint of gold flashed in his eyes as he grasped the key information and confirmed the relative locations of the various human settlements.

Sure enough, there is indeed another mountain demon tribe in this world!

The three tribes in the lower realm of the desolate rocks all correspond to the three villages in the desolate rock mountains.

Zhao Yao marveled at the mystery of fate, but at the same time felt great joy.

Divine power is a good thing, and the more the better. The divine power of one Shanyang tribe is clearly not enough right now, so it would be even better if there were two more tribes.

Perhaps the only regrettable thing is that this thing cannot be taken to the upper realm.

While the power of faith is almost omnipotent, the consequence of lower-realm divine power being taken away from this world is that it is torn apart and disintegrated by the high-intensity laws of the ascending water. Even if it is stored in a sealed container or even stored in a jade chess set, the result is still the same.

This is something he had experimented with before.

On the contrary, magic is much stronger.

Magic, like divine power, possesses incredible strength and is a form of hard currency. It can transcend time and is usable in both the lower and upper realms.

However, the dangers of magic are correspondingly much greater. You must understand that the so-called Upper Realm is called the Demon-Slaying Realm!

This name didn't come out of nowhere; it was earned with countless drops of blood and deaths.

Zhao Yao shook his head, entered his inner vision, glanced at the first jade chess piece, looked at a small magical figure outlined by magic power in a layer of flames, and a magical charm talisman condensed from the magic power of a layer of flames.

Mystical arts and enchanting allure reveal the true charm of the devil!

He had witnessed the power of True Demonic Charm; it was almost invincible.

This gives us a glimpse into the level of magic.

Is it possible to convert divine power into magical power?

Zhao Yao had a sudden inspiration and immediately started trying it, but then stopped just as quickly.

He sighed, because the cost was equally enormous, and the losses outweighed the gains.

Forget it, I've already gotten enough. There's no need to be so greedy.

He comforted himself and turned his gaze toward the direction of the Shanyin tribe.

"Waaah~"

"Waaah~"

"Waaah..."

From the direction of the Shanyin tribe, strangely shaped creatures flew in, accompanied by faint, excited shouts.

Zhao Yao made such a big commotion, how could the people of the Shanyin tribe not have noticed?

The people of the Shanyin tribe were following the divine ribbon, arriving at Zhao Yao's place with great excitement, as if on a pilgrimage.

Before they even got close, Zhao Yao had already seen their appearance clearly and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

They were people whose bodies were covered in stone shells, clearly infected with petrification, with many stones clinging to their bodies, their torsos folded up, and their appearance resembling snails.

The people of the Shanyin tribe used their spiritual power to propel their bodies, causing them to levitate above the rocky ground and fly rapidly toward this place.

They excitedly approached Zhao Yao, gazing at the halo behind his head and his resemblance to a statue in the square. With tears in their eyes, they knelt down before him in a distorted posture, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Waaaaah~ Waaaaah~"

"Waaaaah~ Waaaaah~"

These people, whose bodies were almost deformed, wept bitterly, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Zhao Yao could see clearly that it wasn't that they didn't want to speak, but rather that their bodies had long been tormented by the petrification disease to the point that they had lost their ability to speak.

The entire tribe has long lost the collective memory of communicating through language and speaking.

Judging from their situation, every second they live is actually a form of torture.

How exactly did such tribes survive?

As Zhao Yao recalled the information he had just learned, his eyes were filled with pity and compassion as he looked at the people kneeling before him.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand, and wisps of primordial energy and divine power surged toward everyone in the Shanyin tribe, whether they were present or unable to come from the tribe.

卡～

卡～

Under the incredible power of the gods, the stone shells on the bodies of all the people in the Shanyin tribe fell off, and the stones inside their bodies were forced out. Their deformed and folded bodies were quickly restored, and they returned to normal people in the blink of an eye.

Throughout the entire process, they were protected by vital energy and did not suffer any pain.

Afterwards, this primordial energy merged into their bodies, healing their long-standing injuries and ensuring that each of them would live a peaceful and healthy life until old age.

"Waaah~"

The people of the Shanyin tribe, with tears in their eyes, straightened up, feeling an unprecedented sense of ease in their bodies and the comfort of a normal posture. They cried out excitedly, but could not utter a complete word.

Those who had been abandoned by God finally saw God again and received His salvation!

Zhao Yao looked compassionately at these people, and with a thought, broadcast a message to everyone in the Shanyang tribe through the statue in the Shanyang tribe's square:

"I have met your kin who separated from you thousands of years ago. They are now called the Shanyin Tribe. They all suffer from petrification, but I have cured them."

These seeds can help them, so I took them with me.

Also, this is a gift for you.

As his voice echoed across every inch of the Shanyang tribe's land, the people of Shanyang realized what was happening and immediately knelt down devoutly on the ground, praying to the statue in the square.

A deity has descended to earth again!

The people of the Shanyang tribe listened to the voice of the deity with both piety and excitement.

Immediately afterwards, as everyone in the Shanyang tribe knelt in prayer, they felt something warm flow into their bodies, instantly erasing the injuries, illnesses, and fatigue that had been left inside them.

Afterwards, several bags of grain that the Shanyin tribe did not possess, surrounded by golden light, took flight and left the Shanyang tribe, speeding towards the Shanyin tribe.

"Bring the stone slab. We must record in detail the descent of the gods today, so that our descendants can also clearly know what happened today."

A strong young man stood up from the ground, looked up at the flying grain seeds, and gave a loud command.

He was Wei Ji, the new chieftain of the Shanyang tribe and the son of Wei Lai.

In front of the Shanyin tribe.

Zhao Yao received the grain seeds and began to repeat the events of his first arrival in this world.

He scattered the newly obtained grain seeds from the Shanyang tribe onto the earth, rapidly ripening them. He then activated his divine power to transform the ripe grain into seeds again and scattered them onto the earth.

He repeated this process again and again until the fields of grain surrounded the entire Shanyin tribe before he stopped.

Rumble~

The earth cracked open, and underground springs gushed out, turning into wells.

After Zhao Yao finished doing all this, he looked compassionately at the Shanyin tribe members kneeling before him and said:

"From now on, as long as faith continues and the idols stand, the holy water will flow continuously, and the molting disease can be cured."

"Yes, to prevent you from forgetting this message, I will imprint these words forever in your hearts, passing them down from generation to generation."

These were words he had once spoken to the Shanyang tribe, now with the added phrase: "These are all small methods to maintain and strengthen faith." But for these people who had suffered from petrification, they were a real blessing.

Both the Shanyang and Shanyin tribes suffered from petrification.

Zhao Yao witnessed firsthand the pain, torment, despair, and cruelty that this disease brought to the people of the two tribes.

Now that he has the ability, he naturally does not want to see such things happen again, so he put a mechanism in the statue that can continuously generate holy water to cure molten stone disease.

Actually, of the three tribes, the Mountain Demon Tribe, which is furthest from its ancestral homeland, is doing the best.

However, just in case.

He also left the same words in the Shanyang and Shanyao tribes.

Coincidentally, the mountain demon tribe also had such a square, and in the square stood such a statue that belonged to him.

After Zhao Yao finished doing all this, he raised his hand and pointed, and more strands of divine power flowed into the minds of everyone in the Shanyin tribe.

Language is an important aid to the development of civilization.

How can a place develop without losing its language?

This is my message to you, hoping that you will never encounter such a thing again.

I still have some things to do, so I have to go. Take care, everyone.

Zhao Yao presented the Chinese language as a gift to everyone in the Shanyin tribe.

Earth is destroyed; let these people from the desolate lower realm inherit this remaining civilization.

"Awa... Ah me..."

The people of the Shanyin tribe seem to be made of water, constantly shedding tears and struggling to speak.

They watched as the immortal slowly rose into the air, higher and higher, until he disappeared from their sight.

"god…"

"god…"

On the earth, surrounded by vast, neat fields, tiny humans, as insignificant as ants, raised their hands high, looked up at the deity who had vanished after being enveloped in light, and excitedly shouted out their first words.

"god…"

"god…"

When Zhao Yao could no longer be seen by those on the ground, a flash of water appeared behind him, and he left this place, returning to the upper realm.

On the land, in the Shanyang tribe, Zhao Yao's words echoed in everyone's hearts. They were once again overwhelmed with emotion, knelt down, and offered prayers of gratitude.

The situation in the Mountain Demon Tribe is different from that in the Mountain Yang Tribe.

Although they also have a square, and a statue of a god stands in the square, very few people believe in and accept the existence of gods.

People with petrification disease have also appeared in their tribe, but they are often exiled from the tribe and left to fend for themselves in the rock-covered wasteland.

At this moment, the sudden appearance of God's voice in their hearts brought them a sense of dread, as if an unknown force had descended.

Some even suspected that someone had developed a new use for mental power and was playing a prank, which caused chaos in the tribe.

It wasn't until the members of the mountain demon tribe communicated and confirmed with each other that they realized the voice that had just echoed in their hearts might truly be that of a deity.

After the patients with petrification were brought before the statue and tested with holy water, everyone finally believed it completely.

"Good heavens, I even peed under a statue of a deity when I was a child. Will the gods be angry with me?"

The mountain demon tribe was terrified when they suddenly discovered that the gods in the ancient legends actually existed.

……

At the library, Zhao Yao climbed out of the basin and immediately sent Zhao Er to Zhaoqian Village.

He recalled what happened in the desolate lower realm and felt that what he had done was just right.

He originally did not want to excessively affect the lower realm of the desolate rocks.

But after witnessing the tragic scene of the Shanyin tribe, where everyone was tormented by the stone melting disease, their bodies folded up, and they had to live like this for the rest of their lives, he made up his mind to officially put the legendary immortals on the altar.

This is both to help others and to help oneself!

He needs to gather divine power more effectively in order to use it properly.

Zhao Yao's expression was solemn. He turned the jade ring on his finger, looked around the small house, packed all his belongings, pushed open the door, and left.

He walked on the streets of Wangzhou City, looked up at the sky full of stars, recalled the appearance of Yan Rouyun and Princess Yunchi in his mind, took a deep breath, and ran quickly in one direction.

Tonight is destined to be a long night.