This weak response was like a ray of light in the darkness for Xuanyuan. It brought him hope.
"The God of Mist has finally appeared." Xuanyuan's heart skipped a beat. He sent his thoughts into the depths of the Sea of Misery.
The God of Mist did not reside anywhere in the Sea of Misery. To find an existence like it, one had to use one's heart. Only then would one be able to reach its deepest depths.
As long as one had the heart, one would be able to meet it.
Xuanyuan used his heart to sense the strands. Before he knew it, he had arrived at an extremely mysterious place. Mist surrounded him, making it difficult to determine the direction. "Yes, God of Mist.
I am the Holy Lord of the Blue Dragon Sacred Land, Xuanyuan. The Central World is currently in danger, and the Hongmeng Origin is facing an unprecedented threat. The five origins have wreaked havoc on the world and harmed all beings. They have gathered above the Sea of Misery and occupied the Divine Gate of Longevity. If this continues, I'm afraid that the lives of the Central World will meet their end. I hope that you will take pity on the lives of the world … "Xuanyuan visualized everything that had happened with his mind. Every word was true, and every image was presented.
After he finished speaking, a woman walked out of the mist. She had a gentle and beautiful figure, and her eyes were lowered, making it difficult to see her clearly. She understood everything Xuanyuan had said and sighed. "I know all that you've said. You've received the Lady of Earth's acknowledgment, so I naturally believe what you've said. However, I'm extremely weak now, especially after the Sea of Misery was occupied and suppressed by the five origins. My strength has greatly diminished. Even if I want to help you, I'm powerless."
"It's alright. I knew that you weren't in good condition before I came. That's why I've come to help you recover to your peak condition. I hope that you can control the Sea of Misery Dao Formation and help us defeat our enemies," Xuanyuan said solemnly.
"That would be for the best." The God of Mist's thoughts fluctuated violently. She clearly wanted to recover her strength.
The splitting of the Central World had damaged the Sea of Misery and caused it to split into three. After a long time of wear, it was difficult to recover. The Central World had been reunited, and the power of the Hongmeng Origin had recovered to its peak. It had completely repaired the land of the Central World and restored the environment. However, war had broken out again, and the land had been greatly damaged. There was naturally no extra power to heal the God of Mist.
The Embittered Sea was located in the core area between the Western Province, the Heavenly Dao Spirit Province, and the Heavenly Zen Spirit Province. The war with the five origins had unknowingly affected the Embittered Sea.
"Living beings of the Blue Dragon Sacred Land, gather your thoughts and heal the God of Mist. Let's fight for a sliver of hope for the Hongmeng Origin." Countless people worshiped Xuanyuan and worshiped Xuanyuan's temple. This was not blind faith or fanatical faith, but a form of respect and gratitude that came from the bottom of their hearts. Xuanyuan had stood up to protect them when they faced great danger. This naturally formed faith formed from positive thoughts and emotions. It was extraordinary.
For a being like the God of Mist, who was not a living being, it was like a ball of consciousness.
Therefore, things like the Undying Against the Heavens Art and all sorts of elixirs had no effect on her. Even Xuanyuan's Omni Elixir was useless.
Xuanyuan used his mind to gather the thoughts of the living beings of the Blue Dragon Sacred Land. They knew that only by saving the God of Mist could they maximize the chances of survival for the Hongmeng Origin. Now that the five origins occupied the Sea of Misery, whether the God of Mist could recover was one of the key factors that determined the outcome of the war.
Xuanyuan used his mind to gather the faith of the living beings of the Blue Dragon Sacred Land. A door opened, and endless golden light descended from the sky. It was the most sincere prayer of the entire Blue Dragon Sacred Land.
They sincerely hoped that the God of Mist could recover as soon as possible so that they could fight for the lives of the Hongmeng Origin and protect their home together.
The God of Mist was covered in golden light and nourished bit by bit. She looked up at Xuanyuan and said, "Such a pure and sincere will of all living beings. And not all of them are humans. It's a gathering of all races. It seems like Holy Lord Xuanyuan's Blue Dragon Sacred Land has reached an unimaginable level."
The God of Mist knew the structure of the Central World like the back of his hand.
"These are the wills of all living beings. The Blue Dragon Sacred Land also belongs to the people of the world. I'm just a initiator." Xuanyuan guided his will into the God of Mist's body. The moment the majestic will entered, the God of Mist was shocked.
"Holy Lord Xuanyuan, I didn't expect your will to be so powerful. It's unbelievable." Clearly, the merging of Xuanyuan's will had allowed the God of Mist to recover even faster. After all, this was an existence that had refined many Holy Emperor Realm beings. How could it not be powerful?
"You flatter me. When you recover to your peak, you can hide and gather the Sea of Misery's beings in secret. You can activate the Sea of Misery Dao Formation and catch them off guard. You can deal a heavy blow to the enemy." Xuanyuan smiled faintly and continued to focus on the God of Mist's recovery.
"Just listen to Holy Lord Xuanyuan's orders." The God of Mist calmed her will and stopped talking.
Xuanyuan used the will of all living beings to help the God of Mist recover. At the same time, everything that happened in this stage, the perception of all living beings, all information received, including what Xuanyuan knew, would be known to the God of Mist.
"I didn't think that Xuanyuan would have such a will and breadth of mind. It seems that since the Primordial Era, the Central World has finally given birth to such an incredible person who can stand against the reincarnations of the Holy Emperor. He doesn't seek to rule the world, but to benefit all living beings. How rare." The God of Mist didn't fully trust Xuanyuan at first. His will could be faked, but every pure, sincere, and flawless heart of all living beings with completely different thoughts could not be faked.
Among the living beings who believed in Xuanyuan were the Hundred Schools of Thought, the Monster Race, the Demon Race, the God Race, and many other Archean royalty races. They lived in different environments and had different ideologies, but they could still believe in Xuanyuan. It wasn't because they believed in being ruled by others and the Great Harmony of the world. It was more like some sick beliefs. For example, some of the Ten Thousand Primordial Races would be sinners if they didn't believe in him. That was completely sick.
It was precisely because of this belief that the God of Mist recovered so quickly.
At the same time, Xuanyuan used the power of the Hongmeng Origin and guided it into the God of Mist's body.
Other than the belief of the living beings, the only thing that could help the God of Mist recover was the Hongmeng Origin.
However, the Central World's land had been ravaged by wind and frost over the years. It was already riddled with holes, and it was difficult to restore the damaged land. Naturally, they couldn't care less about the God of Mist. Once the Central World collapsed, the Divine Gate of Longevity would disappear.
When that happened, the God of Mist's existence would be meaningless.
Now that they had to fight against foreign enemies, and the Sea of Misery was their home ground, things were different. Xuanyuan used the power of the Hongmeng Origin to speed up the recovery of the God of Mist.
She was the only one who could control the Sea of Misery Dao Formation, convince the three leaders, and unite the entire Sea of Misery. Only the God of Mist could do that. She was the supreme god of the entire Sea of Misery.
The three factions all had statues of her, and they had to worship and worship her. It was because of this that the God of Mist, suppressed in the vast Sea of Misery, could still hibernate and ensure that she wouldn't die.
Time passed bit by bit. Even with the belief of the living beings, it took a total of 49 days to recover.
Xuanyuan slowly opened his eyes. The God of Mist now was completely different from before.
Her figure gradually became clearer, and her face gave off a feeling of holiness and mystery. It was indescribable.
Her eyes were filled with a kind of emptiness that had never been seen before. Her will was very powerful.
Even Xuanyuan might not be able to win if they were to clash wills.
"Thank you, Holy Lord Xuanyuan." The God of Mist bowed.
"That's what I should do. The future of all beings in the Origin of Hongmeng will depend on the God of Mist." Xuanyuan finished what he had to do, so he didn't continue to communicate with the God of Mist. He opened his eyes again, and he was still in the Sea of Consciousness.
In the Sea of Bitterness, a sacred light descended from the sky. The God of Mist materialized and landed in the center of the Sea of Bitterness. Almost at that instant, every living being in the Sea of Bitterness could sense the strong energy. It was the same as if Xuanyuan had gone to the Qinglong Sacred Area and used his will to summon the people who believed in him; they would have gathered at the same time.
"It's the God of Mist. Everyone, look," a powerful being of the Sea of Misery shouted.
Suddenly, countless powerful beings of the Sea of Misery gathered and turned into humans, worshiping the God of Mist.
"Greetings, God of Mist. You've finally manifested."
This was the god that the Sea of Misery worshiped for generations. Even River Earl of the Yellow Sea and Saint Tian Shou had to respect her.
"Blue Dragon Sacred Land, Holy Lord Xuanyuan, help me recover with all your strength. All living beings in the Sea of Misery must be united and expel the five origins." The God of Mist's words were filled with holiness. To the living beings in the Sea of Misery, her words were the supreme holy words that they would absolutely respect.
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