Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

The data dropped faster and faster as time went on. The three guild leaders who participated in the battle to quell the demon cave had a kill count that far exceeded that of the other vice guild leaders, councilors, and the level 4 awakened individuals they recruited.

In just half a day, whether it was ordinary citizens or tens of millions of awakened individuals, everyone who saw the list found it outrageous.

The gap is too large. The number one on the list is more than the sum of the numbers from number 2 to number 100, and the sum of the numbers from number 2 to number 4 is more than the sum of the numbers from the rest.

Initially, there were dissenting voices who did not understand the statistical methods used to compile the data and the identity of the top-ranked individual, but the Security Council did not respond.

It wasn't until some well-informed individuals revealed the North Corleone Island battle that had shocked the world last year that many people in the country, as well as the newly emerging group of awakened individuals, belatedly realized that the Sanyi Sect, located in the Minnan province, had given birth to a carefree, unrestrained terrestrial deity since the last century.

Following that, his legendary deeds, from the alleged ascension to heaven in broad daylight more than seventy years ago to his dazzling feat of fighting against the world's most powerful superhumans last year, cleaving an island with his sword and destroying a cruiser, have been the subject of speculation and records on the dark web. These were then circulated back to China by some of his admirers, causing a sensation that became more and more outrageous with each retelling.

Some say he is a celestial being who guards the human world, who has descended to earth to undergo trials;

Some say his talent for cultivation is unparalleled throughout history, overwhelming all enemies, and he has never been defeated in his life;

Some even say that his achievements have surpassed those of any cultivator in the past who have gone down in history;

The most authentic footage is the letter of request for battle that Jiang Mo instructed Yu Huai to upload a year ago. In it, the white-haired youth has a flawless face and calm eyes. His words truly exemplify what it means to have the appearance of an immortal.

Even through a screen, the feeling it evoked in everyone was mysterious and profound, as if one moment they were hundreds or thousands of years away, and the next they were right next to each other, creating an immersive and unique conversation.

Chapter 364 The Myth Emerges, He Hears the Prayers of All People

Within two days, the rumors and doubts surrounding the list were dispelled.

A large number of young people in China, regardless of gender or whether they are awakened or ordinary people, admire Jiang Mo greatly.

He was particularly enthusiastic about searching for everything related to him on the dark web.

In this new era of evolution, this is the only divine word, allowing countless citizens and even foreigners overseas to witness just how profound the upper limit of human evolution truly is.

Compared to the old-era gods and immortals worshipped, Jiang Mo's brilliance, thanks to the Security Council's deliberate encouragement, completely overshadowed them.

Every era has its own deities, and history seems to have entered a new cycle.

In the first phase, they discovered humans who defied common sense.

The second stage involves admiration, praise, and veneration of the deity, seeking protection, or using various means and methods to maximize one's own interests.

Three stages, forging a myth that has a long and rich history;

The gods who stand at the pinnacle of each era hold the most terrifying attraction for the believers of their time, because they are witnesses and followers, unlike people of later generations who, with the passage of time and the blurring of history, will not question the existence and power of the gods.

Gradually, the story of Jiang Mo's life became increasingly distorted.

Countless people who like him, or who fear or hate him, are recklessly digging up what they consider to be 'facts' online and in real life, fabricating unrealistic and fantastical stories born from imagination.

Some say he slays demons and monsters, some say he heals the sick and saves lives, some say he is hypocritical, and some say he is vicious and wicked.

He, she, even it!

Among the masses, too many people are keen to discuss this, using it as something to boast about;

They desperately wanted to exploit those fabricated facts about Jiang Mo to expose him, create an air of mystery, and make themselves seem unfathomable, gaining far more attention than an ordinary life should deserve.

Some astute businessmen even reacted quickly, using Jiang Mo's true appearance revealed in the video as a basis to create a series of cultural and entertainment works, such as anime characters, lifelike wood carvings, cute cotton dolls, etc., for sale and profit.

In the general public, the number of people praising the group far exceeds the number of people criticizing it; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the ratio is nine to one.

The two sides were not even in the same league. The filthy, lowly, and foul insults and slanders were drowned out by the overwhelming praise. Every despicable person who fabricated his past only received endless attacks from his followers.

This is a process in which myths are formed. As time goes by, the voices of doubt will become smaller and smaller until they disappear completely.

why?

Because the power of all believers, when gathered together, is extremely terrifying and unshakeable, like a royal guard loyal to the emperor, charging into battle on the front lines of rumors, tearing apart and crushing all blasphemers.

Later, the believers who hid in the crowd were either purely devout or selfish and harbored ulterior motives.

But no matter what, they can't go back to the initial stage. They can't say it, dare not say it, and are even less likely to believe any negative comments about gods. They just want to perfectly integrate into the crowd, resonate with others, and then realize their true desires. Some do it for faith, and some do it to make a living.

Once a myth is formed, regardless of whether the deity being worshipped is willing to accept their admiration, believers will use their own ideal of perfection to create an image that may be vastly different from the deity itself.

Within 24 hours of the list being released, Jiang Mo became a top trending topic in China.

He is hundreds of times more popular than ordinary celebrities and internet personalities, especially because of his stunning appearance and tall, upright physique. He is not a celestial being or a frail, withered figure, but rather fits most people's fantasies about gods and immortals, which makes him even more beloved by the world.

A large number of admirers, having obtained the location of the Trinity Gate from intelligence on the dark web, rushed there overnight, wanting to pay their respects, offer incense and pray for blessings. Bustling tourists came and went, lingering at the foot of the mountain, but they couldn't even get past the most basic hurdle to enter the mountain.

Powerful superhumans and awakened individuals, who managed to reach the stone steps they were climbing, heard a warning voice in their ears, telling them to return the way they came and not to disturb the sacred grounds of the Xuanmen.

However, some people still ignored the advice and insisted on climbing the mountain.

Then, Changqing's figure appeared on the inner stone steps of the mountain-protecting formation.

He stood with his hands behind his back, coldly watching the rabble. With a flick of his white sleeve, a hurricane howled, sending the crowd back nearly a hundred meters. The visitors turned pale with fright, as if they had mistakenly believed they had committed some grave error, and dared not take another step.

Anyone who attempts to break through again will die.

Changqing spoke concisely and authoritatively, his voice carrying a strong sense of pressure.

He turned and left, two shadowy figures lurking nearby, guarding the entrance to the inner domain. They were none other than the Xuan Yan Iron Guards, ready to hunt down any uninvited intruders.

On June 4, the Security Council, which is always attentive to public opinion, released a major announcement at a time when public opinion was at its peak.

"The soon-to-be-completed Crimson Summer University will hold a historic founding ceremony at the end of June or the beginning of July. As the undisputed pinnacle of the world of supernatural beings, Venerable Chen Qingxuan will attend this grand event."

Many of the prospective students who passed the Security Council's review and were admitted to universities were admirers of Jiang Mo. Upon learning this, they were extremely excited and couldn't wait for time to pass so that they could witness the senior's ethereal beauty up close.

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At night, in the courtyard of the Sanyi Gate, Jiang Mojing sat quietly. There were tables and chairs and a tea table beside her. The brewed tea was steaming with white smoke. The dark sky was full of twinkling stars and a frosty white moon.

Despite the tranquil and peaceful scenery, Jiang Mo had no heart to appreciate it. At this moment, his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was deep in thought.

Since yesterday evening, his body has been surging with new power, which has been increasing rapidly without any sign of stopping. It is like a reservoir with its floodgates opened, pouring water down. Although it is not as strong as one or two tenths of his original strength, it is becoming more and more stable and growing stronger.

Jiang Mo held two ancient books in his left hand with his true qi and read them. One was from the sect, and the other was a manual that You Sha had obtained from somewhere. The contents mentioned in them were somewhat similar.

"Wow!"

At this moment, a ball of light as bright as the sun floated in Jiang Mo's right hand, releasing millions of gentle rays of light from within. This was the new power he had gained out of thin air in a single day.

The power of incense.

The power of faith.

The two ancient books have similar descriptions and definitions of it, and Jiang Mo knows that they are the same thing. He can control this ball of light at will and extract the power inside.

By gently gripping the ball of light with his five fingers and carefully sensing it, Jiang Mo could hear countless densely packed voices appearing in his mind. These were prayers and conversations from believers from all over the world, numbering over a million.

I can't listen to it all.

There's simply not enough time to listen to it all.

Some believers said their mothers were seriously ill and they hoped Jiang Mo would protect them. They believed the rumors circulating in the martial arts world that Jiang Mo had entered the Dao through medicine and saved hundreds of thousands of patients during a time of rampant plague. He had achieved perfect merit and ascended to the position of god of medicine, silently blessing all living beings, driving away evil and disasters. So every day, they would kowtow and pay homage to a printed photo of Jiang Mo and express their worries.

Some believers admire martial prowess and want to take Jiang Mo as their role model, follow the path he walked, become invincible, reach the pinnacle of martial arts, and look down upon the land.

This believer practiced boxing diligently every day, but unfortunately, he lacked talent and physical strength; his only strength lay in his unwavering will.

Even when they are exhausted from training every day, they never stop and relentlessly hone their physical abilities.

In his spare time, he would often talk to himself silently, conversing with the imagined god Jiang Mo, thus drawing spiritual comfort and encouragement from the harsh reality, and continuing to go further on the path he most desired.

Some believers were even more absurd, repeatedly muttering in their hearts, hoping that Jiang Mo could protect their good fortune and bring them good luck. They were completely out of touch with reality. This person blindly worshipped Jiang Mo simply because they heard that he was a god.

These people are the most 'pragmatic'. Rather than believers, they are more like profit seekers. They make deals with gods and Buddhas: if you can give me what I want, I will worship you, respect you, and do everything I can to please you.

If one does not receive positive feedback after a long period of worship.

These types of believers are often the quickest to turn evil, even jumping up and cursing the god for being useless, saying that despite their day and night prayers and sincere hearts, they still cannot receive protection.

The three individuals mentioned above were believers whom Jiang Mo had casually sensed, and they were all severely morbid.

The first believer, knowing his mother was seriously ill, did not research the disease or take his mother to see a doctor. Instead, he prayed to a stranger more than a thousand kilometers away, hoping that all his problems would be solved so that he could have an easier time.

The second believer is commendable for his diligence, but the deity he has created is entirely an evolution of subconscious desires. From now on, he will use the grand excuse that God allows and supports all his actions, efforts, and achievements. As time goes by, this indulgence in desires and his unrepentant cultivation method will sooner or later corrupt him beyond recognition.

The third believer, let's not even talk about him. He could never believe in his own abilities. He could improve his situation by taking one step at a time, being diligent and self-disciplined. He was just greedy for quick success and pinned his hopes for sudden wealth on a vague and illusory stroke of luck.

Through the power of faith, Jiang Mo could even communicate with them from afar, forming a kind of revelation similar to a sudden inspiration. However, he did not respond and went on to listen to the desires of the other white lights.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. With such a large number of believers, Jiang Mo once again witnessed the good and bad sides of human nature.

He was like an observer outside the movie screen, knowing the believers' lives and their desires. No matter how tragic their background, how twisted their hatred, or how devout their prayers, he was always unwilling to lend a helping hand or interfere with their fate.

Jiang Mo could not accept that the believers were asking him, an outsider, to treat them as puppets on a string and guide them on the most correct path possible.

The gods can protect you for a while, but can they protect you for a lifetime?

Moreover, he has never been a god or immortal, not in the past, not now, and not in the future.

He is a human being, nothing more, not a god to be worshipped or believed in.

Chapter 365 Without forging a body of faith, I am still myself

During the process of sensing the light sphere, Jiang Mo discovered that there were significant differences in the power provided by different believers. The most steadfast and devout believers were three times stronger than those who blindly worshipped him.

Ordinary belief is the dividing line between the two, equivalent to '2' in 1, 2, 3;

Currently, the faith power controlled by Jiang Mo is 60% pure faith, 30% ordinary faith, and 10% wavering faith.

The closer they got to the inside of the sphere, the more intense and radiant the light became. Jiang Mo possessed an almost identical right to know their memories.

As faith continues to spread outwards, access to information gradually becomes more difficult and unclear due to its weakening.

The radiance covering the surface of the sphere, composed of 'shaking faith', was white with a hint of gray. Jiang Mo's perception of them was limited to their names, appearances, and inner thoughts.

In addition, at the edge of this grayish-white radiance, there are wisps of thin black mist that constantly erode those who 'shake their faith,' thus canceling each other out.

Jiang Mo used his true qi to draw the black energy closer for observation. Countless slanders, insults, and vicious hatred and curses came crashing down on him.

Blasphemy.

A force that is the exact opposite of the power of faith.

Ancient texts contain brief descriptions that point out that substances born from negative emotions offer no benefit to those who become tainted by them; on the contrary, they continuously weaken the power of faith.

Jiang Mo's gaze lingered on the black mist, and a cacophony of chaotic voices surged from the depths of his mind.

Some awakened individuals view him as a war butcher and a killing machine, exhausting all harsh words to accuse him of disregarding the laws of nature and exacerbating the conflict between awakened individuals and humanity.

The reason, upon closer examination, is simply that their relatives, admirers, and respected people had all left their hometowns to join the demonic den, where they died tragically at Jiang Mo's hands in one night. These awakened individuals could not swallow their resentment and thus, from the perspective of righteousness, they attacked him.

There were believers of various gods and Buddhas from the old era who hated him to the bone because he stole the light from those gods, damaged their high position under the throne, and affected their profits. They prayed to the heavens and gods day and night, asking them to send down divine punishment and end Jiang Mo, this 'false god' who deceived the world and stole fame.

These people are obsequious and know that the gods and Buddhas they worship have long since died a thousand, two thousand, or even more years ago. Yet they still pretend to be above the heavens, hypnotizing themselves and reinforcing the subconscious suggestion that the gods and Buddhas are in the celestial palaces above the nine heavens, unseen and intangible, silently overlooking everything in the human world.

On the one hand, they worried that the lack of miracles would lead to a decrease in the number of believers;

On the one hand, she was worried that Jiang Mo might sense her curse through some unknown means, thus bringing about her own demise.

Due to various concerns, these stubborn believers in the old era never dared to go too far.

Those who harbored the most sinister and fearful thoughts about Jiang Mo were none other than ordinary people who had not been truly affected by the war. Even if they only accounted for one ten-thousandth, that was still a number of hundreds of thousands.

The filth of blasphemy they unleashed was dozens of times greater than the sum of the former two, reaching an appalling level.

They feared and envied Jiang Mo's power, dreading that this humanoid nuclear weapon might one day go out of control and endanger their survival.

In addition, their innate rebellious mentality necessitates making choices different from the masses to demonstrate their rationality and clarity. Therefore, this group of people most hopes that Jiang Mo will fall from grace and be trampled and cursed by the masses.

In a short time, Jiang Mo came into contact with more than a dozen streams of blasphemous filth.

These mysterious substances, mixed with resentment, had no effect on his body; they seemed to have a strong corrosive effect only on the power of faith and objects tempered by the power of faith.

"By drawing upon the power of incense offerings and prayers, a divine body is formed, a vessel of faith is born, immortal and indestructible, enduring forever in the world..."

The ancient book rustled as it turned its pages, and Jiang Mo's gaze slowly swept over the hastily written characters.

The author of this book is unknown. He traveled the world, visited one master after another, visited Buddhist statues and divine sculptures in various places, and sorted out clues from various fragmented folk legends, and finally found a little-known path of cultivation.

The power of incense is real and has great benefits for the human body. It gathers the wishes of all beings, transforms into clear spring water, nourishes the body, cleanses the marrow and bones, and leads to transcendence and sainthood. This is what is called a 'divine body', and the upper limit of lifespan will be greatly extended.

Or perhaps one can forge the power of faith into a natal weapon, invincible and ruling the world.

The most mysterious way to use it is to completely merge a part of one's own consciousness with the power of faith, giving birth to a faith body that is almost identical to the original body.

Unfortunately, the author of this ancient book never reached the level of a terrestrial immortal throughout his life.

He did many good deeds, including suppressing bandits, performing rituals to help wandering ghosts, and saving wave after wave of refugees suffering from famine and war. He was admired, worshipped, and had a shrine built for him.

Nevertheless, on the day he reached the end of his lifespan at the age of 136, having witnessed the power of faith in certain deities, he still failed to witness the generation of his own faith power, only vaguely sensing it.