Some outsiders once said that the people of Hua Xia were a race without faith, but that was not the case. The people of Hua Xia rarely believed in God, Buddha, Allah, and so on. However, many people of Hua Xia believed in one deity — —
The dragon god of Hua Xia!
In this world, there were many faiths and countless deities, but the people of Hua Xia only truly believed in the dragon god of Hua Xia. They were even proud of the dragon bloodline.
Perhaps, some people expressed disdain, but it was only because they felt that the title of the descendant of the dragon had been tarnished, and they were once called the Sick Man of East Asia. However, even in the most humiliating history, most people of Hua Xia still hoped and believed that one day, the dragon god of Hua Xia would soar again, and they would definitely see the grand occasion of submission and worship from all sides.
Therefore, even if they were disdainful, most people of Hua Xia still believed in the spirit of the dragon, and hoped that the dragon god would soar and establish a grand undertaking.
Therefore, when Qin Lang unblocked and restored the dragon vein of Hua Xia, it was in fact something that everyone expected. It was also natural for him to obtain a huge amount of merit.
The stronger the power of merit, the stronger the recognition of the world. This was the so-called sign of the dragon spirit beginning to condense the Godhead.
At this time, Qin Lang finally understood how the Godhead was refined.
It seemed that as long as one persisted in cultivating and constantly improved his realm, he would reach the Immortal World one day. However, becoming a deity was different. Becoming a deity required not only cultivation, but also the accumulation of merit and recognition of the world. Only then could one have a chance to become a deity.
With the logic clear and the direction clear, Qin Lang also knew what to do.
This time, after unblocking the dragon vein, he obtained a huge amount of merit and had already given Qin Lang the foundation to condense the Godhead. Now that he understood the key, what Qin Lang needed to do was to start obtaining the recognition of the world.
This was not connecting the spirit vein, but connecting the world.
What Qin Lang was doing now could not obtain the recognition of the entire world's will, but he should be able to obtain the recognition of a part of the world's will, which was the recognition of the world's will.
Communicating with heaven and earth was not triggering the lightning tribulation.
Immortal cultivators all proved their Dao through strength. They used their own strength and magic treasures to contend against heavenly tribulations. This could be considered as obtaining the recognition of heaven and earth through strength.
But this kind of approval only meant that the world approved of this cultivator's existence, not his actions.
At this moment, Qin Lang finally understood the difference between gods and immortals. He also understood why people with godhood would be hunted by the immortal world and immortal cultivators.
People of different paths could not work together. The cultivation paths of the immortal path and the divine path were different, so naturally, there would be strife and slaughter. This was unavoidable.
And now, it seemed that Qin Lang had also embarked on the path of "attaining godhood through martial arts". Qin Lang did not have any doubts about his own cultivation path, because everything would come naturally when the conditions were right, even though Young Monk Dan Ling kept pouring cold water on Qin Lang, hoping that Qin Lang would switch to immortal cultivation.
Triggering the heavenly tribulation was very easy. Immortal cultivators only needed to show their strength and magic treasures, then punch into the sky a few times and slash a few times, and the divine lightning of the heavenly tribulation would rumble down. Then, they would either pass or be killed by the heavenly lightning. Therefore, for immortal cultivators, transcending the heavenly tribulation was actually like taking an exam. The difference was that there was a risk of dying if they failed.
On the other hand, condensing godhood was not easy. It was not as simple as entering the examination hall to take the exam, nor was it as simple as doing a monotonous exam paper and enduring a few heavenly lightning bolts. This was equivalent to directly facing the teacher who set the questions during the exam, face-to-face, one-on-one, during the exam. In this way, the difficulty of the exam had increased by many times. After all, if it was an exam, one could cheat or make some arrangements in advance. There would always be some shortcuts. But if it was directly facing the teacher who set the questions, these small tricks would naturally be useless.
Moreover, the most troublesome thing about this situation was that they did not know how to "meet" the "teacher" who set the questions, because it was impossible for Qin Lang to punch into the sky a few times. He could only use his mental strength to sense the will of the world, hoping to get a response from the will of the world.
The Heavenly Dao was unpredictable. These four words were really true.
Qin Lang tried to condense godhood through the "exam", but the will of the world did not respond to him. After sensing for a few hours, he still found nothing.
Then, Qin Lang did not continue to persist, instead returning to the new dimensional zone with Qin Miao. This trip could be considered to have completely ended.
Qin Lang had only left for a month, but the situation in the new dimensional zone nine military zone had already changed. Poisons and a group of pugilistic powers had all been marginalized recently! They were not allowed to enter the passage to the netherworld. The number of times Dragon Snake troops could enter was also restricted.
Another group of people began to take over this military base.
Even though they were all Hua Xia's people, the situation was clearly different from before.
When Qin Lang returned to the base, he received countless complaints and complaints. This was because during this period of time, Qin Lang's phone was completely turned off. These people could not contact him at all, nor could they inform Qin Lang of the situation in the base.
If Qin Lang did not return, these pugilistic people were even prepared to find the current person in charge of the base to "reason" with him.
After all, whether it was the Poisons, Devil's Doctrine, Taoism, or Tantra, they had all tasted the sweetness of the battle in the other world. Now that they suddenly stopped, they felt that they were losing benefits every day. Their hearts must have accumulated a lot of resentment. Regarding this, Qin Lang naturally understood.
Qin Lang found Marquis Wu Ming, Tang San, and the others to understand the situation. Now that this base was controlled by another group of people in the military, it should be Elder Bao and General Yan who had made concessions under pressure. After all, the process of power struggle was compromise and balance.
The situation was similar to what Qin Lang had imagined, but in his eyes, this was not a complicated matter. Perhaps it was complicated for Elder Bao and General Yan, but for Qin Lang, it was very simple because he was not a politician.
Qin Lang went directly to the person in charge of the base, preparing to have a good talk with him.
This person in charge was named Song Jigang, a major general, but he should be the kind of person who had real power in the military. When Qin Lang came outside Song Jigang's office, he was stopped by the guards, saying that the chief was dealing with important matters and could not see guests.
"Comrade, you may not understand, I am not a guest, I am the person in charge of this place. If you don't know me, let me remind you, my name is Qin Lang. "Qin Lang was very polite.
"I'm sorry, the chief's order is not to let anyone disturb him at this time!" The guard did not show any courtesy to Qin Lang. It seemed that these guards only thought that Qin Lang was a pugilistic person, a pugilistic person who could not be seen in public.
"Oh, your chief is very busy? He is so busy that he doesn't even care about the changes in the wormhole of the base? "Qin Lang sneered.
"What changes? Alarmist —" As the guard just said, he heard a loud noise coming from the wormhole in the center of the base.
It seemed that the wormhole in the base had really changed. The guard's face changed.
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