Three more days passed after that.
Changan was still recuperating and observing within the mansion. Mr. Zhu arranged for his withdrawal from Saltwater University and planned to transfer him to the Luoshan Demon Hunter Academy next sester.
Zhu Shi was also a student at Saltwater University. Previously, she was on leave for so ti, and recently, there was nothing urgent for her at Luo Mountain. So, she asked Mazao to teleport her back to Saltwater City to resu her studies. Needless to say, Mazao would continue to help Zhu Shi restore fifteen minutes of the Right Positioning Heavenly Phenona daily and continue to communicate with the Yama Sword. For Mazao, who could teleport to various places, whether Zhu Shi was at the Luoshan Headquarters or in Saltwater City was no different from being next door at ho.
I didn’t plan to continue my studies at the university. With my current ntal capacity, I could learn all the university courses in a single day, and with so connections, I could imdiately obtain my graduation certificate. The important thing was the subsequent adventure plan.
Ming Zhuo had temporarily been suppressed by , and Changan had been rescued; all the pressing issues were resolved, making feel sowhat unaccustod. I began to reassess what my next step should be.
Of course, there were still many problems to face. thods to grow stronger, the unknown Blessed Monk from the Apocalypse, the seemingly resurrected Water Navy Xuanwu, and Shan Liangyi whose whereabouts were unknown... each matter has its importance, but none are that urgent. I need to prioritize them based on their importance and urgency and tackle them one by one.
However, there was this one matter that might be considered more "urgent," and that was the Virtual Realm Conference.
Although the Master of Divine Seal never specified the exact timing for the Virtual Realm Conference, traditionally, it should be about ti. I could take this chance to verify Little Bowl’s true identity, and the Divine Light would also attempt to assassinate the Master of Divine Seal during this opportunity. Perhaps the future situation might change drastically, so it cannot be ignored.
Sotis, I would repeatedly ponder the relationship between myself, Mazao, and Zhu Shi and its instability.
It’s not only battles and survival-related adversity that constitute an adventure. I agreed to Mr. Zhu and Lu Chan’s proposal, Zhu Shi agreed to beco my fiancée, and this too is a form of unconventional adventure. I’ve always known that adventure doesn’t just exist in a magical world.
War correspondents who venture into war-torn countries for materials, explorers traversing mountains and jungles, rcenaries living a life of sword-edge peril, or even criminals destabilizing society... even in political and comrcial fields in which I hold no interest, there are countless battles without gun smoke.
Moreover, ordinary people who seem unrelated to these tumultuous fields may also face repeated choices in their lives that require imnse courage.
I have always understood this. Yet, there is a part within that refuses to mature. Even though I can recognize this, I am unwilling to discard it; instead, I revel in it. I know I am immature and gladly accept my immature self. Many people, when recognizing their faults and evil aspects, might feel the need to deny them, but I choose to accept them, believing that both the good and the bad are integral parts of who I am.
Thus, I don’t hate myself, nor do I regret the things I’ve done. If pain and unfortunate tragedies appear on my path, they are rely bitter fruits I am destined to swallow. I might even take pride in my unwavering attitude and consider it a form of seeking my path.
But, occasionally... really just occasionally, I have thoughts that even I find aningless—might there be other possibilities for ?
This topic is indeed pointless, so I’ll stop here. Instead, let talk about what I did during these three days.
Firstly, I went to see the fledgling community of believers organized by Mr. Zhu. Although I had often spoken about the destiny anchors provided by my believer community, I had never interacted with them directly. I was curious about the people who believed in and what they did daily, so I couldn’t resist observing them closely.
Mr. Zhu acquired a temple building used for worship at the Luoshan Headquarters as a temporary gathering place for the believer community. This building wasn’t bought with money; it originally belonged to Ming Zhu’s side as part of their material compensation to . After negotiations between Mr. Zhu and Ming Zhu’s people, the building beca part of the material compensation package.
So demon hunters and agents who decided to believe in , the newly erged Impermanence, would co to this building to pray and conduct simple worship, while I would disguise my appearance and observe from within.
Even now, I still can’t perfectly customize my desired appearance; this has nothing to do with control but rather my lacking artistic skills. Much like how most people can write smoothly, not everyone can draw lifelike portraits. However, I can manage to adjust so facial and body features to make my appearance unfamiliar.
rely observing for a round or two, I understood what Lu Chan ant by "the believer group is still in its nascent stage."
It’s not just the number of people being insufficient or the organization being underdeveloped. Worship involves many details, such as how Catholicism is symbolized by the cross—what would my symbol be? What attire should be worn and how many steps added during worship, what are the prayers, and what are the taboos? What guiding principles should believers follow in daily behavior, and what concepts should be enacted during activities?
So seemingly strange rules and symbols can reinforce the identity and solidarity among believers, yet these elents are currently missing. It seems Mr. Zhu is also handling faith-related operations for the first ti, and just setting up a basic frawork already counts as a success.
I saw so believers placing easily combustible materials into dedicated braziers for burning and praying earnestly before the raging flas. Even though many things hadn’t been established, the flas seed to be their consensus as my symbol. Watching their devout conduct, though perhaps impolite towards these believers, I couldn’t help but feel an indescribable sense of strangeness.
After all, I grew up in an environnt indifferent to religious beliefs, and I once debunked so-called superstitious practices. Now I was being worshiped as a God. It’s important to note that I had not been in the abnormal world for long, though I understood most demon hunters viewed Gods and Demons as natural existences and had a worldview different from ordinary people. But still, I was affected by the cultural difference.
However, at least they are worshiping the real , and I truly have god-like powers, so it should be fine.
Incidentally, sotis when they burn items in the brazier and pray devoutly, small miracles do occur. Occasionally, the flas radiate mana fluctuations closely resembling mine.
I could even establish a spiritual connection with the fla, similar to my connection with "firefly." Once I couldn’t resist testing whether I could really control it, so I swayed the fla left and right.
This change was instantly perceived by the ten or so demon hunters with sensitive senses surrounding it. They gathered to discuss it, looking puzzled and unable to discern what kind of thought or emotion I was expressing through the fla’s movent.
Apparently, even demon hunters possessing "extraordinary power" could beco as uncertain as ordinary people when faced with matters related to Gods. I truly had no intended ssage; perhaps the gulf between Impermanence and ordinary demon hunters was too wide, making them view my every move as containing profound anings.
Thinking about it this way, those like Mr. Zhu, Zhu Shi, and Lu Chan who could converse with normally, seed unusual instead. Each had their own reasons, not only did they know before I beca Impermanence, but they all had intricate connections to the concept of Impermanence even before eting .
Mr. Zhu regularly visited the temple, organized simple activities, and explained to believers the things I like and dislike, as well as the words I had once spoken and actions taken. So believers even inquired about my posture while speaking, down to every gesture.
I’m not a Buddha; how could I, when speaking, randomly point one finger to the sky and another to the ground, or make complex hand gestures? Of course, Mr. Zhu couldn’t answer such questions and ca back looking for , hoping that when I said sothing that felt cool in the future, I would rember to strike a recognizable pose.
He’s even planning to compose so cringeworthy middle-school level lines for to recite casually in public, and to think up so move nas to make it easier for believers to emulate later.
So believers even know better than Mr. Zhu. They cross-referenced my na and appearance to find my real-life address, discovered where I went for primary, middle, and high school, uncovered nas of classes and classmates, and laid bare even so of my "dark history" and online remarks. They morized them by heart and even shared them with other believers.
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