The gift from the night watcher Wumian was not only beyond Sui Xiong's expectation, but also exactly what he needed.
For a long time, the lack of high-level believers had been a big problem for Sui Xiong.
This was not only a problem for him, but also the most troublesome problem for all new gods.
Believers were the foundation of the Holy Kingdom, and also the basis of faith. Unless a god took the natural path of not seeking external help and used a long period of time to grow and polish his power bit by bit, he must have as many believers as possible. Faith was the fastest source of divine power.
Of course, relying on faith to increase divine power was a dangerous thing. Since ancient times, it was unknown how many wise and calm gods had fallen because of this, transforming into ugly appearances dominated by faith. In the end, when they fell, they would often find that if they had not accepted so much faith in the beginning, even if their strength was far from what it was now, they would definitely not have died in such a funny way.
But now Sui Xiong did not need to think about this. He had very few believers, and such a little faith was not worth mentioning for any god.
Not everyone was qualified to be controlled by faith. At least, the accumulation of your faith must reach the level of mid-level divine power. Who had ever heard of a weak divine power or even a weak divine power being controlled by faith? That was a joke.
From the point of view of a god, Sui Xiong had two urgent things. The first was to seek a priesthood that matched his own ideas. He had already found a good goal for this. No god in this world had ever occupied either "progress" or "development", so he did not need to worry about conflicts at all. The second was of course to win more believers and improve his faith. He was doing this, but the effect was not so obvious. Even if he was good at fighting and honest, until now, the number of his believers … The number of believers was still quite a lot, but the number of believers that were enough to rise to the Holy Kingdom … Forget it, for the sake of the poor big jellyfish, he should not calculate the exact number.
Sui Xiong was also very distressed about this, but the degree of devotion of believers was not something that could be easily changed. He could not think of any way at the moment. But this gift from the night watcher gave him a new idea.
"Why do I have to wait for the number of devout believers to increase slowly? Can't I collect soul fragments and make some by myself? " After bidding farewell to Javier, he sat in a secluded corner of the Divine Kingdom, thinking and talking to himself.
There was no doubt that this was not a problem for him. The box from the Nightwatcher had given him great inspiration. Moreover, the other party did not play any technical encryption on the box. He could completely derive the entire technology with just a little more time.
Of course, this technology was actually meaningless to most gods. Only gods like the Night God System, which had failed several times to revive, would study this technology. Ordinary gods would wait for two or three hundred years, and they would naturally be able to accumulate enough believers …
Sui Xiong didn't want to wait patiently for two or three hundred years, so at least for now, he had no better choice than to borrow the technology of the Night Gods.
Therefore, he sighed deeply and began to carefully study the box, analyzing the wonderful artificial soul technology.
If the basis of matter was molecules or atoms, then the basis of the soul could be called spirit particles. These tiny particles themselves did not contain any power, but they were able to absorb the power of the origin of the world and converge under its influence, condensing into soul fragments. Countless soul fragments flowed in the Styx and flowed along the cycle of the world. Finally, they were purified and merged, forming a sea of souls.
When a living creature was born, there would be ripples in the sea of souls, and souls would be injected into it. Sometimes, when a little more souls were injected, creatures born with strong souls would be born; sometimes, it was the complete opposite, and what was born would be some poor creatures with weak souls.
The sea of souls was the entire world's forbidden zone. Almost no creatures could get close to it. This was not only because of the lack of ability, but also because the "order" could not tolerate it. In the past, there was once an Evil God who attempted to take advantage of the Sea of Souls. In the end, even the traces of his existence were wiped out by the Master of Order. Only his wails before he was completely destroyed were still echoing in the vicinity of the Sea of Souls.
No matter which direction they approached the sea of souls, as long as they were close enough, they would hear that howl. This was an obvious warning, which meant, "Friend, you've crossed the line."
What would happen if they continued to move forward? No one knew, because those who came back alive did not continue to move forward.
Of course, Sui Xiong did not intend to go to the sea of souls to seek death. He just sent an incarnation to the underworld.
He only needed a small number of soul fragments for research. He could collect some near the Styx. Anyway, there were always souls that had completely exhausted their power and were about to collapse at any time. There were so many of them everywhere.
Before going to the bank of the Styx, Sui Xiong made a detour and looked at the situation of the Shadow Devil from a distance.
It had been decades since the last time they fought. The guy who had some grudges with him and also owed Satan a life did not have any obvious improvement in his injury. He was still half dead and half alive, and even seemed to be worse than before. There was a sense of despair in his whole body.
This was probably because of his new neighbor.
The death knight Glatt, who always held his head, rode a skeleton horse with only a skeleton left, and muttered philosophical questions like "who am I" all day long. It was a pain in the ass guy.
Since he was sent to the underworld by Sui Xiong with the spell of teleportation to be the neighbor of the Shadow Devil, Glatt lived a happy and fulfilling life every day. He got up early every day, tidied up his appearance a little, and then came to visit his neighbor.
In the face of the Shadow Devil who had lost his ability to move and fight, Glatt talked happily and talked with this old neighbor he had known for a long time about the world, life, ideals, existence, future, universe … and other grand and profound topics. This conversation made him fascinated. Every day, he talked from morning to night without a pause.
If he did not still maintain the basic etiquette of saying goodbye every night and going back to his simple cabin to rest, perhaps the Shadow Devil would have been like some of the little monsters in the "Journey to the West", killed by this guy who was so talkative …
No, maybe the reason why the Shadow Devil was still alive was that it couldn't die even if it wanted to.
Sui Xiong looked at the death knight who was holding his head and the Shadow Devil who was standing like a dead tree and smiled with satisfaction.
(Glatt, I am really a good friend!)
He silently gave himself a thumbs up for helping others achieve their goals and carefully left, waving his sleeves to not take away a single cloud of clouds.
Because he was in a good mood, even the originally dark and boring Styx became a pleasant scenery in his eyes.
Sui Xiong randomly selected some souls that were collapsing, easily collected enough fragments for experiments, and then returned to the Holy Kingdom.
"Now, it's time to witness a miracle!"
He waved his tentacles and encouraged himself spiritedly.
As for whether it would work or not … even a perverted lolicon could do it, why couldn't he, Brother Xiong, do it?
Looking at his character, he knew it was impossible!
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