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Chen Shouyi stayed at the military district command for a while, reported the specific situation, and then quickly returned to Zhonghai.

As soon as he got ho, he fell asleep.

...

The downfall of the God of Flas struck the Barbarians far beyond just the collapse of faith.

Shortly after the fall of the God of Flas, the Domain of Faith that once enveloped them began to dissipate, and the cold of winter once again attacked the tribes.

For thousands and even tens of thousands of years, these Barbarians had long been accustod to warm winters under the protection of the Domain of Faith.

Their cold resistance was not only far inferior to ordinary Barbarians but also lacking in experience to cope.

When the Domain of Faith collapsed, disaster arrived.

...

In a forr tribe of the God of Flas.

The cries and wails rose and fell, all the Barbarians imrsed in grief. To the tribe, the fall of the God of Flas felt like the sky had fallen.

To the faithful, the God of Flas was their sky.

The clan leader sat powerlessly on the ground, staring at the corpses littering the area. This terribly strong man seed to have been drained of all spirit, like a 200-pound child just abandoned by his parents, with a gaze filled with confusion and bewildernt, a naless sadness in his heart.

The cold wind howled in, and the temperature began to slowly drop.

"Clan Leader, quickly think of sothing!" A short, stout Barbarian tugged at the dazed clan leader and shouted.

The clan leader blankly lifted his head, "What's the matter?"

Seemingly still unaware.

"The Holy Sanctuary can't stop the cold wind anymore. If this continues, our tribesn will freeze to death," the short and stout Barbarian said anxiously. How can it be a ti for sorrow now? The key is how to survive!

Currently, those still alive in the tribe are basically shallow believers. As for the pious and fanatic ones, they had long ago committed suicide.

"How many furs do we have?" The clan leader finally ca to his senses, stood up imdiately, disregarding sadness, and hurriedly asked.

"Only a few warriors have!" the short and stout Barbarian shouted.

Since within the Domain of Faith, it was spring all year round, there was usually no need for warm clothing, and there was almost no demand for hides. Only hunting warriors, sotis venturing to the edge of the Domain of Faith for hunts, would wear animal skins for warmth.

The clan leader felt the increasingly cold weather and knew things were seriously wrong.

What should we do?

"Quickly gather the tribe's warriors to discuss!"

Soon, hundreds of warriors quickly gathered, chattering as they began to discuss strategies.

"How about we climb up the trees? Being closer to the sun will make us feel less cold," a Barbarian suggested.

"I've been outside the Holy Sanctuary. Climbing trees doesn't work, it's equally cold, and the wind is strong," another Barbarian rebutted.

"Yes, I can testify too," another Barbarian agreed imdiately. "It's really cold on the trees!"

This idea was dismissed, and everyone fell into deep thought.

"Why don't we just hold each other? You hug , I hug you, and we won't feel cold," at this mont, another Barbarian excitedly stood up and suggested.

"We can't hold each other every day. It's not feasible, no way."

"I know a way: when we're running, don't we feel hot and sweaty? If it's cold, just run!"

The clan leader's eyes lit up hearing this, "This idea is good!"

These Barbarians had spent their lives in the warm Domain of Faith, without experiencing the harshness of winter, and lacking ways to deal with the cold. This idea was quickly spread, and initially, everyone found it extrely effective.

Running for five minutes can warm you for an hour.

But as the weather got colder and the temperature dropped, the frequency of running went from once an hour to half an hour, and soon from half an hour to every fifteen minutes.

Everyone was panting and almost gasping for breath continuously.

"Clan Leader, this won't work. It's too cold. Let's go hunting to get more furs; otherwise, our tribesn will freeze to death."

The clan leader had no other choice but to lead all the tribe's warriors into the forest to hunt. Unfortunately, the harvest was limited, and as night approached, they did not obtain enough furs to keep each Barbarian warm.

That night, nearly a fifth of the tribe froze to death.

Countless old and weak tribesn never woke again in the morning, completing a cruel elimination.

The next day, dozens more froze to death.

Not until the third day did soone finally suggest digging a cellar to withstand the terrifying cold wind.

Survival experience grows from repeated setbacks.

...

When Chen Shouyi woke up, it was already evening.

The curse following the fall of the God of Flas had vanished, and he felt refreshed.

"Good Giant, you're awake?" the Shell Lady slithered out from his collar upon hearing the movent, along with the Little Red Dot always sticking with her.

"What were you two doing in there again?" Chen Shouyi asked helplessly.

These two little guys treat his body as a playground once he falls asleep and never listen to him.

"Little Dot says you're salty!" said the Little Red Dot, relatively honestly.

Chen Shouyi waved his hand powerlessly, shooing away the two shaless little creatures.

Darn it, what's there that's good for licking?

He checked the Book of Knowledge and found it had not changed much, aside from an increase in size, now as large as several football fields.

Well, better than nothing.

There's hardly any need for it to be this large.

"Oh!" Chen Shouyi suddenly exclaid.

He noticed a peculiar increase in Energy Points.

Checking the ti, it was already 8 p.m.; this morning, it had been 68.55 points. In just 14 hours, it increased by 0.21 points.

He quickly calculated.

"Growing by 0.4 points per day?" He felt elated.

The Energy Value increase each day is fixed, neither increasing nor decreasing, steady like an old dog.

Unlike Faith Value, which can be enhanced through faith and people's worship.

It's solely related to the evolution of the Book of Knowledge.

This increase from 0.25 to 0.4 per day signifies substantial progress.

"At this rate, it'll elevate again in just a month," he pondered joyfully.

This is truly an unexpected delight.

He walked into the bathroom for a shower, changed clothes, and headed downstairs, finding his family still awake and chatting. Upon seeing Chen Shouyi co down, they visibly relaxed.

"You finally woke up. Hungry? Let

heat up so food for you," Mrs. Chen stood up and said.

ps: I'm making a serious vow here; I'll deliver two chapters every day next week, or I'll eat shit.

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