Twelve people sat around a huge circular table.
They looked different and came from different races.
Spirits, Fiery Suns, Clouds... and other races Qin Ze had never seen before.
Everyone had a heavy look on their faces, and the atmosphere in the conference room was unusually solemn.
The three of the Mist Lord stood in the center of the circular table, facing the old man who had just spoken. He was wearing the same clothes as the high priest.
"Projection?"
The Mist Lord stretched out his hand and easily passed through the old man's body without any touch.
This scene was exactly the same as the Great Sage's photo stone.
The fairy said in a deep voice: "It's those spirits, they are recreating the scene and telling us what happened."
The old man sighed again: "According to the time outside, God has not responded to our prayers for five hundred years."
"And a series of recent details show that... our God is dead."
The old man's words instantly caused an uproar.
"Are you kidding? How can a god die?"
"Aren't gods eternal?"
"Could it be that the strange beast won?"
"Just follow the instructions left by the gods."
"Does it really take 10,000 years to leave? There is no possibility of becoming a god in this world. By then, we will be dead."
The conference room was silent in an instant.
Death is an extremely heavy topic.
"Is there a possibility that the sun god has abandoned us?"
A man sitting at the end suddenly spoke.
The three mist masters looked over and saw that it was the high priest.
The old man shook his head: "God can't abandon us, the most devout believers."
"Today I want to tell you all to do everything according to plan, pay attention to the matter of the gods' death, and don't disclose it to the outside world."
Several people left the table one by one with worries.
The scene changed.
The high priest and several people who were in the conference room before stood outside the old man's closed door.
"Master Priest, God has not responded for eight hundred years."
"It's time to tell everyone the truth. Even if we don't tell it, it will be exposed during the worship ceremony."
The old man stood by the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the cloudless sky.
He pondered for a moment: "I can't say it."
"The death of God is a serious matter, which will inevitably shake the faith of believers."
"Under the premise of not knowing the outside world, we must maintain the stability of the place of faith."
The high priest outside the door heard this, and a haze flashed across his face.
The scene changed again.
The high priest and several others discussed matters in the dim candlelight.
The companions talked at once.
"The priest is old and unfit to continue to serve as a priest. He is too indecisive."
"If I don't break through my cultivation, I will die. There are no cultivation resources in the world. I want to leave."
"The world is blocked by divine power. I am afraid that I can only get the consent of the priest to leave."
"My time is coming, but if I leave... isn't it a betrayal to God?"
Everyone looked at each other for a while, and no one spoke.
The high priest stood up and said: "Everyone, it was God who abandoned us, and we never betrayed!"
Others responded: "That's right, we didn't betray!"
"We just want to live, what's wrong?"
"Let's go to the priest to discuss it tomorrow!"
"But will he agree?"
The high priest said coldly: "If he doesn't agree, we just need to let him agree."
Looking at the broken scene, the mist master was amazed: "It turns out that there are traitors among the believers."
The only one who is loyal to you is you.
The atmosphere in the city gradually became weird.
People no longer went to the altar to pray on time, and the peaceful city began to become turbulent.
"Have you heard? God is dead!"
"Is it fake?"
"Of course it can be fake, the high priest said it himself!"
"No wonder, the power of faith on the altar has not moved for hundreds of years."
"God is dead, what should we do?"
"It is said that this place of faith is blocked by divine power and will not be opened until ten thousand years later. We have all become prisoners of God!"
"But it has nothing to do with me, right? I only have a few decades to live. Instead of living in the turbulent land of gods outside, it is better to stay here. Anyway, I will not go out."
"It's different! Whether you want to go out or not is your right, but God should not restrict our freedom and rights."
"It seems... there is some truth."
"Go to the altar to protest and let the high priest open the world! Why does God imprison us! The lives of believers are also lives!"
Once rumors are generated, they spread rapidly like a plague.
As time goes by, more and more people sit in protest around the altar.
Gradually, conflicts broke out.
Two-thirds of the protesters in the city and the remaining one-third of the devout believers engaged in various physical confrontations, each acknowledging the other as a heretic.
The Lord of Mist was watching with great interestJin Youwei: "Is this the war that the high priest said? It was clearly instigated by the high priest."
The scene came to the meeting room with a circular table again.
The old man fell in a pool of blood.
"You... are betrayers..."
The high priest squatted down and whispered: "Anyway, the god is dead, and there is no point in us continuing to guard the inheritance. Why not let me inherit the mantle of the old god of war."
The old man widened his eyes: "How do you know about the inheritance?"
The high priest patted his shoulder, and the old man gradually lost his voice.
With the high priest taking the lead, the protesters won the final victory.
All the believers were executed. Due to the special nature of the place of faith, their spirits still exist even though their bodies died.
The high priest took over the old man's position and sealed everyone's spirits in the cemetery with "world power".
The victors celebrated their victory and shouted to open the world.
However, the high priest found that even as a priest, he had no right to open it.
Only after 10,000 years will the world open automatically.
The crowd protested again, and the high priest tried his best and made various promises to calm them down.
At the same time, he replaced the God of War as their "God".
The camera turned, and the high priest walked out of the inheritance place in embarrassment.
He was furious: "Damn it! Why can't it be me!"
As time went by, the high priest who never got the inheritance had to face a problem-death.
On this day, he gathered everyone at the altar.
The high priest stood on the altar and presided over the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the gods. The one he offered sacrifices to was not someone else, but himself.
After collecting the meager faith of the "believers", the high priest found that these leeks had been cut to the end.
"The evil god is also a god."
The high priest whispered to himself, using the "world power" to detonate the "world mark" on everyone.
The resentment in their lives turned their spirits into soul breath.
After doing all this, the high priest sat cross-legged on the altar. While the soul breath polluted him, it also gave him a longer life.
"Inheritor, come quickly..."
The surroundings turned back to the dome space again, and the spirits pressed against the wall and looked at the three people beside the monument carefully.
The Lord of Mist said calmly: "So that's how it is, the high priest is very skillful."
"All the crosstalk performers are dead, and the ones left are not old artists."
"But there is one thing I don't understand, the high priest is not a god, why does he have the power of faith?"