The difference from before is that Xiao Zhi now likes to sit on the gray clouds, support his head with his hands, and think about something during his breaks in practice. He usually spends more than half an hour thinking about it.

On this day, in Xiao Zhi's world of gods.

The sky is cloudless and blue.

A figure appeared in the sky out of thin air.

This is Xiao Zhi’s consciousness projection.

As consciousness descended into his divine realm, Xiao Zhi could clearly feel that there were traces and wisps of mysterious power floating out from everywhere in his divine realm like smoke, converging towards him.

These threads and threads of power are exactly the will power of all living beings.

When he carefully felt the power of the wishes of all living beings, he could even faintly see some pictures and hear some sounds.

This picture is all about praying to him.

These voices are all voices praying to him.

Xiao Zhi thought, and a picture suddenly became clear.

This is a young man wearing tattered military uniforms. He is kneeling in front of his portrait in the room and bowing to his portrait.

While prostrating, the young man was still praying: "Supreme Emperor, Supreme God, tomorrow I will take the entrance examination of the Changsheng Sect. Please pray that the omnipotent Supreme Emperor and Supreme God can bless me to pass smoothly.

Take the entrance examination and become a disciple of the Changsheng Sect!"

As he spoke, the young man kowtowed three times to the portrait of Xiao Zhi hanging on the wall.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Zhi couldn't help but shook his head.

This is how you develop believers and collect will power.

After some people become your believers, they will worship you like a Bodhisattva, pray to you constantly, make wishes to you, and ask you to protect them.

He does not need any expression to deal with the wishes of these believers, he can just accept them according to their wishes.

The picture in front of him shattered instantly, and another picture emerged from among the many pictures, quickly becoming clear.

This is an old man with some gray hair. He is kneeling in front of his portrait, kowtowing and making wishes and prayers with a face full of despair.

On the ground next to him, blood was flowing all over the ground. A young man was lying in the pool of blood, his face was pale, and he had fallen into a coma.

The young man's lower half of his shoulder was gone, and there were obvious signs of being bitten on the wound.

The young man's stomach was also bitten to bits and was wrapped randomly with cloth strips. The internal organs inside could be seen through the cloth strips.

Such serious injuries would basically be declared dead for an ordinary person.

There were several people standing at the door, all with sad expressions on their faces.

This young man was injured by a ferocious beast and was obviously hopeless.

Because it was hopeless, the young man's father carried him to Xiao Zhi's portrait, kowtowed to the portrait and prayed.

Praying to the idol is the only thing this father who has fallen into despair can do.

He was extravagantly hoping that the omnipotent supreme god above the portrait could save his son.
Chapter completed!