Inside the Holyspirit Palace.
Lin Sheng slowly closed his eyes and sat in the middle of the Yin Yang Hall.
A huge crimson wheel revolved around him. White symbols and words were embedded on the wheel.
This was the effect of the protection of the Dark Wheel.
At this time, Lin Sheng's soul was like a huge embryo sac.
He was in the most critical period of simulating the birth of divinity.
The essence of divinity was derived from the faith and prayers of countless living beings.
These countless faith and prayers were in fact a large amount of willpower gathered by similar living beings. The willpower came from countless souls, and was itself a part of the soul.
Although the willpower of all living beings was powerful, it was mixed with countless desires and impurities. Without purifying these impurities and desires, divinity could not be born.
And after purification, the second stage began.
All the willpower gathered into one, and with years of agitation, friction, compression, and so on, the center of the willpower would produce a trace of desire that all living beings prayed for the most.
That was the characteristic of divinity.
"So the essence of divinity is actually desire? Just desire after sublimation? "
Lin Sheng was on the ground next to the Divine Pillar, wrapped in a huge soul power that distorted the air and light.
He was quietly pondering and observing.
The soul power in his body had already escaped from his body, but under the effect of the tactic taught by the Golden Red Humanoid, it was gathered together and wrapped around him, not leaking out.
"Integrate and clean up countless desires, twisting them into a force. What kind of believer, what kind of divinity. So that's how it is … "
Lin Sheng experienced the principle and meaning of the tactic, and his heart was enlightened.
He looked down at himself, and did not know how many people's willpower had gathered around him.
Soul power surged around the periphery of the formless energy. It was the formless power of hope.
It was them, under the effect of the tactic, that firmly bound his own soul power, and was constantly transforming it into the divinity form that all living beings wished for.
"The willpower around you is really strong, just a little worse than the original master." The voice of the Golden Red Humanoid came from the periphery.
"I can feel the prayers of countless people." Lin Sheng said lightly.
"You can already feel it? Truly amazing! " The Golden Red Humanoid exclaimed. "Then listen to them and choose one of them as your first divinity."
"Remember, the first one is always the most important. It will be the foundation of all your divinity in the future. The better the foundation, the more divinity you can integrate. The more divinity you fuse with, the easier it will be for you to light the divine fire when you become a demigod in the future. Because the power you can use will be easier to accumulate. "
Lin Sheng could feel the desire that was constantly being transmitted to him from the outside.
Among the various desires, there were a total of three types.
"Purify the Blacktide, heal wounds, protect the territory."
Although there were many other desires, they were drowned out by these three.
"Are these the wishes and prayers that everyone has for me?" Lin Sheng stared at the three types of wishes. He had to choose one of them as his foundation.
Almost without any hesitation, he decisively chose the third option, guarding the territory.
Guardian's wish could perfectly accommodate the other two types of Prayers.
In order to better guard, we need to heal our wounds, purify the Blacktide, and face the war in our best state!
With this idea in mind, Lin Sheng began to transmit vibrations in the Willpower.
Soon, all the invisible Willpower outside his soul began to converge. After he made his choice, the Willpower immediately began to nourish and transform Lin Sheng's soul under the effect of the tactic.
Gradually, with the change of the soul, Lin Sheng's consciousness began to fall into a deep sleep.
He needed to sleep, and when he woke up, everything would be over.
…
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A few days later …
Henricqal.
The majestic force field of the Tower of Dusk covered the entire Sacred City, shrouding everything in the dreamy light of the setting sun.
In the huge city, tens of millions of people were working, studying, living, and so on in an orderly manner.
Everyone had their own work and mission, and no one was idle.
Regardless of whether they were inside or outside the safe zone, everyone was able to play their part.
This was the rule of the Sacred City, not to feed the worthless.
What role and value you had to the Sacred City, to society, you would be able to enjoy the corresponding social resources and social treatment.
Under the red light of the Tower of Dusk, even the gray fog could not cover the brilliance of the Sacred City.
The periphery.
The safe zone of Henricqal was the best area. After that was the public area, which was the area where ordinary people lived.
Beyond that was the work area. There were a large number of laboratory farms here, which used mysterious dark energy technology to breed a large amount of high-purity water and food.
Beyond that was the defense zone, which housed the largest defense force in the entire Sacred City.
The powerful clerics were originally Darksiders who cultivated Saint power. But as time went by, the Saint power in their bodies overtook and suppressed the dark energy.
So they became the most loyal force of the Holy Sanctum, fighting to protect their own lives.
There were nearly a hundred thousand Transcendents gathered here.
Most of them were refugees from the outside, and a small number were selected and trained by the Holy Sanctum.
With this power, everyone was wearing thick white full-body armor. Even the helmet that was originally breathable had been modified into a fully enclosed helmet that was integrated with a gas mask.
The power of technology and dark energy combined with Saint power was fully manifested on them.
* Bam! *
A cleric's heavy metal greaves crushed a white stone in the ruins on the ground.
The heavy full-body armor weighed more than five hundred pounds, and the sound of the air circulation system kept coming from inside.
It sounded like a little girl sobbing, so everyone called it the sound of sobbing.
"Patrol route unchanged, Vulture is safe." A man's voice came from inside the armor, reporting the situation.
"There's a situation over at Elephant. Encountered three Earth-Tail Crabs. Low level of danger, I killed them with a sword. Moving on." A voice came intermittently from the communicator.
This was a product of the Sacred City's research institute, Baine University. It used the combination of dark energy and Saint power to produce a strong signal communicator.
It could ensure that everyone could maintain contact within a kilometer. But beyond that one kilometer, the Blacktide would interfere, and the communication would be cut off.
And because the signal radiation from this communicator was very strong, only Transcendents could use it, and only clerics with powerful healing abilities could use it.
Vulture cut off the communicator, looked around, and heaved a heavy sigh. Moving on.
This area was where the Blacktide rose and fell more frequently. It was the place where danger was most likely to linger.
But Vulture had patrolled this area many times, so he was very familiar with it.
"Looks like there's no change today." With heavy footsteps, he slapped a black spider the size of a washbasin that was hanging from the wall beside him to death.
This mutated spider was extremely venomous, and its body was covered with countless hair-like spikes. If an ordinary person touched it, they would be corroded by the venom, and their body would dissolve, turning into a human-shaped bag of nutrient fluid.
But for the clerics who had 100% coverage, it was just a slap away.
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