As Chen Shouyi finished signing his na,
the female military officer finally cald down, her face flushed and silent, seemingly holding her breath in annoyance, as a strange atmosphere filled the car.
Fortunately, the car soon arrived at the Spatial Passage. Chen Shouyi opened the door: "No need to see
off, I'll get off now."
"Oh, oh, General Manager Chen!" The female officer finally snapped out of her daze, blushing as she looked at Chen Shouyi, bowing her head in a fluster: "Just now..."
"Just a small gift, don't ntion it." Chen Shouyi said indifferently.
That's just the kind of person he is, always ready to lend a helping hand.
This blessing of his was condensed with willpower, and even for a Martial Artist, it would probably have so effect.
Of course, for him, it was simply a small effort, consuming just a bit of willpower. Acts of kindness like this, he was always more than willing to perform.
The female officer blushed even more upon hearing this.
Fortunately, Chen Shouyi was already used to it.
...
He got out of the car.
This Spatial Passage base was still guarded by the military, and the security had beco even tighter. Even as he stood there, he could feel an unsettling sense of danger, as if nuclear warheads were deployed here.
After showing the military district pass, the iron gates of the passage opened sequentially.
"General Manager Chen, wishing you a safe journey." The accompanying base leader said with a face full of reverence.
Chen Shouyi nodded.
Then he stepped into the passage, and with a shift in space, the familiar desert unfolded before his eyes.
His body rose into the air, flying up high.
The escape tunnel exit he once dug was still there, evoking a slight sense of nostalgia in him.
But things were different now. As pathetic as he once was, he now planned to repay doubly.
Run! Be afraid!
God of Flas.
However, you're not going to escape, are you?
But... where had the followers migrated to?
The reason for finding the followers was simply that he had no idea where their Divine Country was; in fact, he didn't even know what it looked like.
The Tamu World was incredibly unique, with humanity unable to understand its structure to this day.
Everything was speculation.
At least Chen Shouyi could confirm that the Divine Country should be in a higher realm.
Because gods descended from the heavens.
His curiosity was undeniable, yet he had always been weak before and suppressed this desire, unwilling to embark on unnecessary risks.
Moreover, even searching for it would be like finding a needle in a haystack. It would be simpler to locate the place of faith and force the god out.
Chen Shouyi began flying higher and higher.
Ten thousand ters.
Twenty thousand ters.
...
Fifty thousand ters.
Yet, even at such an altitude, the earth showed no visible curve, flat as a plain.
He began burning his Faith Value.
His intellect fully activated, his mind processing at high speed.
His vision covered the earth for thousands of kiloters, gathering astronomical volus of information into his mind, then rapidly analyzing it.
Rivers, mountains, lakes, forests—he ticulously searched for any trace of large-scale activity by Barbarians.
With such a vast survey range, even with his impressive intellect boosted by burning Faith to a level of 26.1, he couldn't possibly observe every detail ticulously.
But Barbarians were intelligent beings, and even in their primitive state, they would inevitably alter and disrupt the environnt. Coupled with the massive number of the God of Flas' followers, they weren't hard to find.
"Found them."
3.5 seconds later, Chen Shouyi's eyes lit up as he identified a suspicious target.
This was a Barbarian gathering area, stretched along a great river, with tribes one after another for hundreds of kiloters.
Chen Shouyi stopped burning faith.
In the next mont.
"Boom!"
He broke the sound barrier, leaving a cone of sound cloud behind in his wake, speeding towards the target.
His willpower of telekinesis was almost on par with his physical strength, nearly twenty tons. Even in a world with three tis the gravity, breaking the sound barrier presented no difficulty, maneuvering with ease.
...
Winter approached.
However, the followers of the God of Flas did not, like ordinary Barbarians, burrow underground for winter.
In the Domain of Faith of the God of Flas, even the coldest winter remained as warm as spring, as if it were another world.
For the followers of the God of Flas, winter was not a hardship but a ti for celebration.
Every winter, countless wild creatures would venture here for the warm climate, especially along rivers covered by the Domain of Faith, where schools of fish densely populated the waters.
There was no need for nets or skills, as many foolish fish leapt onto the banks mont by mont, waiting for the taking.
The riverbanks were filled with Barbarians gathering fish, the atmosphere one of joy.
But this task wasn't entirely without danger.
For besides the fish, aquatic, riverside beasts, and fierce birds in the air appeared, too.
Fortunately, the river's abundant resources filled them up, making them rarely attack the reasonably dangerous Barbarians.
Every tribe, led by their mightiest warrior, would claim territory, scaring away beasts with shouts and the banging of hollow trees.
Most beasts would leave imdiately.
If not, they would be surrounded and killed by the Barbarians.
Generally, no powerful creatures would enter a god's Domain of Faith, knowing it would be suicidal. Any intelligent being would avoid the area.
After occupying the territory, the tribe's warriors continued to secure its safety, guarding against sneak attacks, while the elderly, won, and children with sticks began collecting fish, knocking living ones dead with a single hit, and tossing them into vine-woven baskets.
One-ter-long fish were common, with two or three ters not being rare.
The air brimd with the joy of harvest, filled with laughter everywhere.
Unfortunately, today was destined not to be peaceful.
They had only been gathering for a short while.
The birds circling above the river suddenly flew away and disappeared into the distance, not leaving a single one behind.
This pronounced warning sign made all the Barbarians vigilant; any Barbarian with common sense would know that this heralded an imminent catastrophe.
"Danger, there's danger, everyone retreat quickly." A towering, powerful Barbarian shouted in alarm, clutching a long spear.
The Barbarians promptly abandoned their baskets, swiftly retreating from the bank.
"Thud... thud... thud..."
An ominous rumble echoed from afar, bearing a certain rhythm, growing clearer, with the ground beginning to tremble slightly.
Carrying an unsettling foreboding.
Countless anxious Barbarians looked around in horror, their faces pale, constantly retreating. So of the timid ones were already trembling all over.
The terror approached.
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