As the savior, I only want to play single-player games.

But this period of prosperity was short-lived. The spirit realm departed, the gods went far away, and the supernatural system suddenly became like water without a source, experiencing a great catastrophe that led to the Dharma-ending Age in later generations.

The Human Alliance knows this history, so they are worried that when the gods return, they will break the previous agreements and rule the world again.

This is something that modern humans cannot accept at all.

So they made a big show of it, intending to find the former supernatural beings to stand on.

But the reincarnated supernatural beings don't think that way. They are not ignorant of modern society. On the contrary, these supernatural beings who have lived for a long time see things very clearly.

The death of even one of them would be a devastating loss for humanity. As long as they survive and regain their former power, humanity still has hope.

Having just been reincarnated, they are currently in a period of weakness. If they were to appear collectively during this time, who can guarantee that the gods would not be tempted and would not wipe them out in one fell swoop?

After all, although the spirit world suffered a calamity, the gods of the ancient civilization did not perish; they were the strongest among the gods.

There was no need to hide this information from Yotsuya Miko.

Rom told him everything, and at the same time hinted that he might let Kozuki meet Tendo Kagura.

The latter was extremely curious about that mysterious powerful figure.

The spirit realm has not yet returned, so in theory it is impossible for powerful beings of the level of great supernatural beings to indiscriminately shoot down gods.

In a distant era, there was such a being. At that time, the gods were causing chaos. Nine gods affected the world, and ten suns appeared in the sky, but they were quickly shot down. The supernatural being himself also died from exhaustion, and his bow and arrows were recovered.

"He's very tired right now and doesn't want to see any guests," Zi said politely, declining the offer.

Rom sighed at this, feeling quite regretful.

Afterwards, Miko contacted the governor, only to learn that he had already gone to Kyoto.

When the call was transferred to Governor Kimura, Miko informed him of the details, but omitted the existence of En no Ozunoka. Although he could not obtain the Ama no Kusanagi Sword, he could still gain a favor.

She just didn't say whose favor it was.

Ultimately, Governor Kimura agreed, with people around him offering advice.

The Kusanagi Sword is of great importance; if it were to fully awaken, it would be equivalent to a powerful being taking action.

In other words, it would be difficult for others to unleash the full power of the Kusanagi Sword, and the current human alliance simply cannot do so.

Strictly speaking, Abe no Seimei wasn't even qualified; he was merely a Sequence 6 master.

Using some manpower to gain this favor and build a positive relationship is not necessarily a bad thing.

……

Surrounded by mountains. Jerusalem is located within them.

This is a legendary holy site.

Many people believe that this is the center of the world, the closest place to heaven.

The riverbed has long since dried up, leaving an extremely empty space with sparse vegetation in the desert terrain.

When the sun rises above the horizon.

A pilgrim from Arabia began his new day of prayer; his eyes were cloudy, but his expression was full of piety.

Now, a stranger has come to this land. He walks upstream along the cracked riverbed, bathed in the golden sunlight, step by step from afar, and finally arrives at the front of this holy city.

But images of the past surfaced in his deep eyes.

This place was once one of the most frequently war-torn areas in the world, having been captured dozens of times and undergoing numerous changes, each time being rebuilt on the ruins of the former.

Time passes.

In this era, coexistence has ultimately become the chosen path.

After the pilgrim finished his prostrations, he turned and saw the imposing figure. He was tall and robust, with an unparalleled heroic bearing. The golden sun rose behind him like a divine halo, and his entire being shone brightly, reflecting a dazzling light.

The pilgrim was speechless for a moment, feeling as if the other person had descended from heaven, and a strong sense of awe arose in his heart.

"Where do you come from?" the pilgrim asked, mustering his courage.

Xinyang turned back, but it was unclear whether he was looking at the sun or reminiscing about the road he had traveled.

“Where you go, you come from,” Xinyang said.

He was observing the sacred city before him, his eyes revealing sights that ordinary people could not see.

It was a magnificent palace filled with holy light, suspended in another world, radiating a soft glow.

The pilgrim followed the path he had come from, glanced around, and recognized it as the direction of the Dead Sea.

Although they couldn't understand each other's languages, they were able to communicate smoothly, and the pilgrim didn't notice anything unusual.

"Are you also here to see the Lord?"

Xin Yang nodded: "Yes."

"The Lord is eternal, almighty, holy, and righteous; He created all things, governs all things, and sustains all things. May our spirits follow Him forever, may our sins be cleansed, and may we be redeemed in the glory of the Lord."

Xin Yang nodded: "Is that so?"

He sensed that the man before him lacked respect for the Lord, so he earnestly preached: “The Lord not only brings blessings but also misfortunes. Do not praise the Lord because He brings blessings, nor complain against Him because He brings misfortunes. Therefore, whether He brings blessings or misfortunes, we must worship Him forever, more faithfully than a pet to its owner. If we waver even slightly, we are guilty of the most heinous crimes.”

Xin Yang finally looked away, gazing at the devout expressions of the pilgrims. He remained silent, but then a mournful cry, born from tears of grief, rang out. It was the despair after hope had been shattered, everything had vanished, as if he had fallen into an abyss, the whole world had lost its color, and his heart was ashen.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't.

"..."

The pilgrim asked, "Since you have seen God, why don't you worship?"

“Because he can’t accept it.” Xin Yang said calmly, “When I arrived here, he should be the one to greet me.”

All gods, swiftly come to my aid! If anyone disobeys, I will subdue Fengdu: Chapter 107: The Trinity

Upon hearing this, the pilgrim was immediately shocked, his face showing disbelief as if he had encountered a heretic.

How dare this person speak like that!

His eyes immediately filled with hostility.

The holy city is now teeming with people, packed like sardines, all visitors from all over.

However, the unusual activity here did not attract the attention of ordinary people.

A man dressed in hemp clothing, with a sallow complexion and emaciated body, stepped out from the crowd. He looked haggard and weak, with pain in his eyes, as if he had suffered a lot.

Xin Yang's gaze sharpened as he looked at the man who had appeared, and he told him directly that this person was neither a god nor a human.

"That's interesting," he muttered to himself.

The man said, "I have come to welcome our distinguished guest on the Lord's command."

The pilgrim wanted to say something, but the man looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

The man said to the pilgrim, “Adnan, pray to the Lord and spread His gospel. When the old world decays and withers, it will be the beginning of creation. The Lord will open up a new world and guide the lambs of the world.”

When he heard him call out his name, Adnan was first startled, then realized why the man seemed familiar. It was the figure hanging on the cross, the one the believer prayed for day and night, the image deeply ingrained in his bones, and now he was incredibly excited.

“Divine Child, you know my name…” His lips trembled, unable to speak.

“I know the names of all believers. Those who believe in the Lord will have eternal life in the new world.” The Son of God nodded to him.

Then he looked at Xinyang, who had crawled out of the soil, not to show how approachable he was.

He said, “The Lord has been waiting for a long time; come with me.”

As soon as the divine child finished speaking, a sudden gust of wind swept in from the north, and a cloud quickly took shape, covering the sky. Accompanied by fire and lightning, a great road entirely formed of holy light stretched from the sky to the ground, and pure white feathers fell to earth, filling the world with an aura of light.

The light was so intense that it painted the entire world a pure white.

The divine child led the way, and Xin Yang followed. He walked on the holy road, out of place with his surroundings. Because of his extremely distinctive personal style, he was as dazzling as the sun, majestic and imposing, like the sovereign of mankind, and had not been assimilated.

The believer's pupils trembled, and he almost fainted.

The one true God, the loving Father, actually sent His Son to greet a human being?

In reality, it also had an impact. Countless believers suddenly looked up and stared in astonishment at the brightly lit sky, where a white building that could be described as a miracle appeared indistinctly, with many wings flapping around it, like an illusion, not very clear.

A holy road of light runs through the heavens and the earth, and a human figure walks along this road. His back is majestic. He walks further and further away and eventually disappears.

Everyone's pupils captured this scene.

A storm raged in their hearts; since God's return to earth, the gods had finally begun to stir.

Xin Yang stepped into this place, and the golden door in front of him opened with a loud bang, making the aura surrounding him even more sacred.

The first thing Xin Yang saw was the hazy figure sitting on the throne. Although God was in human form, his form was unclear, and his true body was shrouded in mist and holy light.

Xin Yang strode inside without the slightest hesitation or delay.

But once inside, everything was turned upside down, and the once empty temple vanished.

Xin Yang was somewhat surprised, "It's actually a small world?"

From the outside, it appears as a magnificent temple, roughly the size of a mountain, but the interior is extremely spacious and the setting is quite unique.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, flowers and green grass abound, trees provide shade, clear river water flows quietly, and the surface of the water ripples with light. The scenery in the distance can be seen for thousands of miles.

Many handsome men and beautiful women with pure white wings strolled naked on the grass.

There is no sun, no stars, and no light source here. It's like a legendary paradise where people can be redeemed and free from all worries.

But in Xin Yang's eyes, this is more like a specially constructed space, based on reality, and it is only in its embryonic form.

But Xin Yang remained calm throughout, surveying the space with an air of leisurely stroll.

The divine child behind him had somehow transformed into someone with a peculiar appearance.

He is like a saint and a sinner at the same time, like an adult and a child at the same time, constantly changing and unpredictable, giving him an extraordinary aura.

"The so-called Holy Son is also God, the Trinity, this method..." Xin Yang fell into deep thought, unable to quite describe his feelings.

The Father, the Holy Spirit, and the Son are three distinct spiritual wills, but when combined, they constitute God himself.

The triangular structure is extremely stable, with each part restraining the others, which can firmly constrain God's will and prevent it from collapsing.

But in Xin Yang's view, this is tantamount to schizophrenia.

This is a major taboo for spiritual practitioners.

However, deities and spiritual practitioners are two different paths, so he couldn't say anything.