Wizard Immortal

Chapter 942 Attempt

"Is that so?"

The boy smiled and spoke softly.

Looking at the boy in front of her, Mola opened her mouth, about to say something, but then froze.

Because at that moment, he clearly saw a change in the boy in front of him.

An incredibly hot and warm feeling emanated from the boy in front of me and spread at that moment.

Before my eyes, the boy's body seemed to begin to change, and the intense heat was suffocating.

An immense aura enveloped this place, forcibly transforming this region into a brand new domain.

Feeling this sensation, Morola was somewhat horrified. At this moment, experiencing that feeling, she felt an urge to submit.

It was as if I were facing a god, feeling immense pain and oppression from body to soul, truly as if I were facing a demon.

Morola subconsciously looked up and gazed ahead, but saw nothing.

Ahead, the boy's original figure had disappeared, replaced by a golden sun.

The sun was enormous, like a real sun, incredibly bright and glorious, stretching as far as the eye could see.

At that moment, as he gazed upon it, the sun seemed to react and flew directly toward him.

His eyes widened instantly.

It took him a long, long time to come to his senses and snap out of his daze.

Everything around was the same as before, and the surroundings seemed unchanged.

But without realizing it, Molola had changed completely.

Compared to his previous posture, at some point, he had knelt down there, looking extremely excited, with tears welling up in his eyes.

Tears streamed down his face as he stared blankly at Adir, overwhelmed with emotion, as if he had seen his god.

"Almighty God."

He knelt there, gazing at Adir before him, and murmured, "So you have finally come into this world?"

At this moment, he had already regarded Adir as his god, worshipping and revering him as a deity.

Of course, strictly speaking, it's not necessarily impossible.

As an eighth-order supreme being, Adir has mastered the vast majority of concepts and laws in this world.

What Morola believed that gods could do, he could do; and what they couldn't do, he could also do.

With such power, even if he claims to be the god in Morola's heart, who can say anything wrong about it?

Standing alone in place, Adir's face was calm as he gazed ahead.

At this moment, he could already feel the pulse of the city, which was about to be engulfed in chaos with his arrival.

The light continued to shine, enveloping the surroundings.

A moment later, Adir's figure disappeared from the spot and vanished without a trace.

Only Morola remained in the spot.

He stood there alone, his black robe standing out conspicuously.

A moment later, he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, his face revealing a look of fervor and determination.

Then, he started walking forward.

Within his body, in a place unseen by ordinary people, a brand-new divine power was already brewing. Although it showed no special features on the surface, it was gradually spreading and was about to erupt.

Centered on this city, a massive torrent swept through, and a vast divine power enveloped the city, rapidly spreading outwards from its center.

Adir's taking Morola in was merely an experiment.

After consulting numerous sources and even personally knocking on the doors of several priests, he discovered something quite interesting.

Living in this world, the saints who have appeared in the past have different behaviors and personalities, and the nature of the power they have shown is also different.

However, these people have one thing in common.

That is the manifestation of divinity, stirring up a wave of faith throughout the world, establishing one's own temple in this world, and placing oneself in the position of a sage of the time.

Given the stature and status of an eighth-tier supreme expert, they had no need to do this.

The gods of the world spread their faith and established churches in order to gather the power of faith to aid themselves.

However, for these supreme beings who have come to this world, this meager amount of faith power is nothing at all, and it is not worth the trouble to go through so much trouble to painstakingly establish a so-called church in this world.

Even if one or two supreme experts are like this occasionally, it is not necessary for everyone to be like this.

Others are one thing, but as far as Adir knows, even the Purple Maiden and the Ancestor of Wizards have founded churches in this world.

Even now, the Purple Holy Church and the Temple of Knowledge still occupy a place in this world and can be considered one of the top powers.

Based on Adir's understanding of these two supreme experts, they would have no reason to do this unless absolutely necessary.

That's why Adir wanted to give it a try.

This is also why he manifested before Morola and subdued her.

He has a very long time ahead of him in this world, so he can just do whatever he can easily do.

As for the specific outcome, we'll just have to wait and see.

No need to rush.

The thought flashed through Adir's mind, and then his figure gradually blurred as he continued forward.

In the days that followed, he did not leave, but remained hidden outside the city, silently observing the changing situation.

After receiving his original gift, Morola quickly gained a following by relying on past relationships.

Unlike in the world of gods, in this world, the churches do not have a strong control over the people's beliefs.

There are many reasons for this, but the most important one is that the church does not crave faith.

The church exists without regard to faith, and therefore naturally does not place much importance on the faith of the people.

Some major core cities are okay, but in small places like this city, there are hardly any people watching.

This is why Maura has been able to live peacefully here for so many years.

The same is true now.

Because of the laxity of many churches in this regard, coupled with the foundation built up by past missionary work, Morola quickly made a breakthrough.

Relying on the power bestowed upon him by Adir, he quickly gained some support and even attracted the attention of some important figures in a short period of time.

"It truly is divine grace."

Inside a simple church, the interior decorations have now been repaired and restored.

Inside the church, a statue stands, its image bearing a striking resemblance to Adir. At first glance, it appears to be a handsome young man.

Meanwhile, a sacrificial ceremony had already begun.

"My Lord, you are the sun in the sky, the midday sun, representing the strongest light in the world."

Before the statue, Morola prayed with a devout expression.

At this moment, he had changed completely from before. He was now wearing a black robe, and he looked much more dignified. At first glance, he seemed extraordinary and had a unique aura.

This is the result of the power left behind by Adir.

The power left behind by Adir, though only a small amount for him, was unimaginably powerful for a mortal like Morola.

Despite the suppression of this world's unique concepts, his power still expanded rapidly, reaching a level comparable to that of a formal wizard in a short period of time.

This is only in this world.

If this were in another world, with his current power, he would probably be able to defeat most fourth-tier opponents.

At that moment, he knelt before the statue of Adir and prayed devoutly within it.

Behind him was a group of believers dressed in white robes.

These people included men and women, young and old, and all had exceptionally devout and fanatical expressions. They were the devout believers that Morola had cultivated over this period of time.

As the prayer began, a warm current emanated from the statue in front of them, and it seemed as if some divine being had been resurrected and was now looking down upon them.

In places unseen by ordinary people, as the prayer began, strands of golden divine power continuously flowed into their bodies through some kind of connection, silently nourishing their forms.

Feeling this sensation, the many believers present became even more fervent and devout.

"It really is divine magic."

Among the believers, a few people's expressions changed drastically after they sensed something amiss in their bodies.

Count Vinard, hidden among the crowd, maintained a pious expression on his face, but was inwardly shocked.

Previously, his subordinates had told him that a new church had recently appeared in the city, worshipping a saint who had never appeared in history, named the Lord of Light.

At the time, Vinal didn't pay much attention, thinking it was just some cultists who had appeared out of nowhere, using the name of gods to do some wicked things.

As the lord of the city, out of caution, Vinal sent men to monitor the group.

But the news he received afterward shocked him time and time again.

Based on the intelligence we've gathered, the god this group worships seems to be real!

But how is that possible?

In the history of mainland China, there has never been a sage known as the Lord of Light.

Out of doubt, Vinal decided to come in person, risking his life to see for himself what was going on here.

This baptism, however, shocked him.

He felt the warmth within him and the growing strength within him, and at that moment, all that remained in his mind was a blank stare.

He was not one of those ignorant country bumpkins, but an earl with a good background and a lot of experience.

He immediately recognized the situation before him as a divine baptism.

(End of this chapter)