Slay the God: Late Night Bookstore

Chapter 296 The Power of Faith

"To be honest, if he knew the truth after becoming a god, he would probably be really angry with me..."

Haoran sighed deeply, and there was a hint of bitterness that could not be concealed in his eyes.

"When I approached you two years ago to discuss cooperation, I explained everything to you. This is undoubtedly an ingenious plan that can achieve ultimate victory at the lowest cost.

No one will lose their lives, the only cost is one more heartbroken person. And this heartbroken person will transform into a god who controls the overall situation and set up a chess game in which everyone survives. "

Fate gently picked up the tea on the table, took a sip slowly, and then responded calmly:

"From the beginning, we had no choice... because the game was set more than two thousand years ago.

If I were in charge of the chess pieces, I would win the game at all costs, even if it meant sacrificing everyone.

You know, everything in the world has its own trade-offs. Without trade-offs, how can you gain anything? "

Hearing this, Haoran remained silent, just staring out the window quietly, as if he was lost in thought.

After drinking his tea, Su Ming got up and left. Before leaving, he turned around and looked at Haoran meaningfully.

"Take care.....I hope to see you next time,

It’s in Fengdu…”

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Takamagahara...

A magnificent temple stands here, and its towering black dome is like a huge canopy hanging on the top of the temple.

The interior of the dome is deep and dark, like the endless abyss of the universe. Every star in it twinkles faintly, like the farthest star in the night sky, which makes people feel endless awe and mystery.

A solemn atmosphere permeated the empty hall. In midair, a silver mirror with a broken corner was quietly suspended, like a precious mirror that had lost some of its brilliance.

Countless dazzling auroras flowed out from the mirror continuously, intertwining and entwining with each other, like colorful ribbons connecting the stars in the sky.

This mirror is none other than Takamagahara’s sacred artifact – the Yasakami!

However, at this moment, a dazzling blue light suddenly burst out from the broken corner of the eight-foot mirror. This blue light pierced through the void like lightning, and instantly rushed out of the long river of aurora that surrounded it like the moon surrounded by stars, and descended into the hall.

Li Mingxuan stood there, his eyes full of curiosity and surprise. He looked around, feeling the powerful energy fluctuations surging around him.

When he raised his head, the long river of aurora above his head was the power of faith accumulated by the Takamagahara community over the past fifty years.

These forces of faith converge into a dazzling river of light, flowing endlessly.

At this moment, a scarlet color couldn't be suppressed in Li Mingxuan's eyes, as if he was controlled by an invisible force.

Endless whispers surged in like a tide, echoing wildly in his mind, deafening his ears.

"This is... the pollution of Cthulhu!"

Li Mingxuan frowned, and his right hand subconsciously pressed against his temple, as if he was trying his best to fight against some mysterious existence.

His face turned extremely pale and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Seeing this, the old king on the side raised his hand without hesitation.

The law of time instantly lingered around Li Mingxuan, forming a dazzling light.

As the light gradually grew stronger, the strange red color finally dissipated, and Li Mingxuan's originally scarlet eyes regained their clarity and brightness.

However, Li Mingxuan's eyes were quickly covered with a layer of blood red again, as if they had been polluted even more strongly.

But then, the law of time played its magical role, time went back to the previous moment, and everything returned to its original state.

"I didn't expect that the pollution of Cthulhu would be so terrible..."

Li Mingxuan couldn't help but sigh helplessly, secretly thanking his lucky stars that old Wang Mian was there, otherwise he would most likely be caught here.

"We must hurry up. The time law I impose on you will not last long. Are you ready to be baptized by the power of faith?"

The old king raised his hand, pointed to the endless starry sky shining in the dark dome, and said slowly: "A powerful kingdom of God that has existed for more than fifty years, the power of faith accumulated by it is as vast as the ocean, half of which will be poured into your body."

Li Mingxuan looked up at the long river of aurora flowing like a dream above his head, and the countless dazzling stars. He nodded slightly to show that he was ready.

"Although I will use special means to seal these powers of faith deep inside your body, they will still gradually penetrate into your flesh. This is not only a spiritual baptism, but also a kind of physical training that can bring great benefits... However, this process may be full of hardships and pain, and you need to stay highly alert and sober throughout the process."

The old man Wang Mian reminded Li Mingxuan in a serious tone.

"Okay." Li Mingxuan nodded slowly and responded softly: "Then what should I do next?"

The old man Wang Mian slowly walked to Li Mingxuan's side and said in a steady and peaceful tone: "Concentrate your mind and use the power of space you have mastered to try to create a small independent space in your body. After you are done, I will inject the power of faith into this small space and seal it with the power of the law of time."

Hearing this, Li Mingxuan did as he was told. He quietly sat sideways on the ground, closed his eyes, and began to mobilize his spatial power with all his strength.

Gradually, the mysterious force of space began to emerge in his body and successfully opened up a small space at a specific location inside his body.

At the same time, the old man Wang Mian raised his hand without hesitation.

In an instant, the incomparably powerful law of time gushed out from his palm and instantly condensed into the shape of a huge palm.

Immediately afterwards, this giant palm formed by the law of time grabbed the inky black dome above its head like a storm!

In an instant, the terrifying power of faith seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force and turned into countless crystal clear silk threads. These thin white threads quickly penetrated into Li Mingxuan's body at an astonishing speed.

Li Mingxuan suddenly let out a low groan, and his eyes, which were originally closed, closed even tighter.

The endless power of faith poured in like a tide, and Li Mingxuan quickly poured the power of faith into the space he had opened up in his body.

As time passed, the stars in the sky dimmed one by one, and the river of auroras interweaving in the sky also gradually dimmed.

Takama-ga-hara had accumulated the power of faith for more than fifty years, half of which had already entered Li Mingxuan's body.

Li Mingxuan slowly opened his eyes and felt refreshed.