127: Chapter 127 A Sage Emerges from the East

Three-Spiral System, Earth, Asia.

In a grand hall of a high-rise building on the Eastern Continent, Chu Xingyang, having become the Prophet, was receiving worship from hundreds of Earth Humans.

He had once rejected the title of "Prophet."

But many on the three Blue Star warships were exceptionally insistent.

Tu Kulei said earnestly: "You are the Bishop appointed by the Great Xingyang God. And since we are now preaching in this parallel universe, the role of Prophet naturally falls to you."

Yu Lan, Wei Wei, and Xiliu, who knew that the Bishop was the Xingyang God, all kept their heads lowered, not daring to speak.

After a moment of hesitation, Chu Xingyang agreed. He had originally wanted to cut through the Gordian knot and resolve everything quickly, or perhaps just ignore it all entirely.

He could just go to the Milky Way Galaxy, find the Giants of Light, and find a way back to the Main Universe.

But after careful consideration, he felt that ignoring it wouldn't work. To clean up this mess, he would really have to take it slow.

The group from the Main Universe had discussed it. Earth would not give up the new home they had worked so hard to obtain, so it was impossible to hand over the Habitable Zone.

Meanwhile, the Blue Star people, whose planet had been destroyed and who had been reduced to slaves, harbored deep hatred for Earth Humans and wished for nothing more than to kill them.

Therefore, the only solution was to have them both believe in the one and only deity, the Xingyang God. Only by becoming equal believers could many issues be resolved more thoroughly.

Thus, Baliwei, Le Gang, and others went to the mining areas on the star ring to preach.

Tu Kulei took a few people to spread the Gospel of God in the Cyborg factories.

The Shu People, including Wei Wei, were indistinguishable from Earth Humans except for their slightly pointed ears, so they naturally preached among the Earth Humans.

Even her ancestor, Wei, joined the team.

Chu Xingyang knew everyone was working tirelessly, so he felt embarrassed to continue slacking off.

So, in front of these hundreds of newly converted believers, he followed Tu Kulei's example and began reciting the "xingyang divine canon."

These Earth Humans knelt on the ground, listening with rapt attention and thirsting for the knowledge.

They listened to the miracles of the deity and the various precepts.

This was a faith they had abandoned for far too long; ever since their planet began to wander, they had stopped believing in any religion.

They no longer believed in the existence of gods.

But now, Earth had finally settled down.

No longer drifting, and no longer living in fear for the continuation of their civilization, they were in urgent need of a spiritual resting place.

Thus, the Xingyang God Cult, spreading quietly among Earth Humans, quickly gained tens of thousands of followers, existing in almost every social stratum.

The few hundred people who came to listen to the Prophet recite the canon today were just the tip of the iceberg.

After reading for a long time, Chu Xingyang closed the "xingyang divine canon" and said to the crowd with a smile: "You must all be hungry by now after listening for so long."

The Earth Humans, immersed in the teachings, finally snapped back to reality; they had been so engrossed that they hadn't noticed it was long past lunchtime.

A middle-aged man dressed in luxurious clothing immediately stood up and shouted: "Great Prophet, I will have my slaves... no, the Blue Star people, bring food over right away."

"I will convey the greatness of the Xingyang God to them. If they convert as well, they will no longer be my slaves."

"Because the Prophet has taught us that all believers are equal!"

Chu Xingyang nodded approvingly.

This middle-aged man was a new convert, originally an arrogant and haughty businessman.

But ever since his mother's intractable illness was cured by the Prophet, his piety had become no less than that of Tu Kulei.

Suddenly, a shy Little Girl stood up from the back row.

She slowly walked through the crowd and handed a small bamboo basket to Chu Xingyang: "Prophet, you said that followers of the Xingyang God should be loving and helpful to one another. This is lunch for me and my parents; please share it with everyone."

Chu Xingyang looked at the basket with a smile; inside lay five palm-sized flatbreads and two dried salted fish.

The dozen or so believers closest to them craned their necks to look, and some covered their mouths and whispered with a laugh: "There are over five hundred of us here, how could this little bit of food possibly be enough for everyone?"

Someone nearby immediately stopped his laughter with a glare.

After all, seeing the Little Girl's patched clothes and the attire of her parents in the back row, it was clear this family was among the lower class of Earth Humans.

That was why they brought lunch when they came to hear the Prophet recite the canon.

Chu Xingyang held the basket high and said loudly: "Here we have five flatbreads and two fish; it is already enough for everyone to eat. Come! Everyone, don't be shy, share it and eat, until you are full."

"Ah!"

Over five hundred Earth Humans were dumbfounded, not knowing why the Prophet was suddenly talking nonsense.

A fat man even muttered in a low voice: "This wouldn't even be enough to fill the gaps in my teeth, how could it possibly feed everyone!"

Chu Xingyang grinned: "Everyone, feel free to eat with confidence. As the Prophet, I will not let the believers present go hungry."

Having said that, he passed the basket down.

The first person to receive the basket hesitated for a moment, but seeing the Prophet's calm and composed demeanor, he eventually ate with skepticism.

After a long while, everyone was full and satisfied.

There was even a large amount of food left scattered on the ground that they couldn't eat anymore.

Chu Xingyang nodded slightly and said: "The deity is above; waste is shameful. Devout believers will not squander food."

After speaking, he ordered people to collect the remaining food and return it to that family of three.

It filled twelve large baskets!

The crowd suddenly realized what had happened and began kneeling and kowtowing incessantly.

"Thank you, Great Prophet, for letting us witness such a miracle!"

"So it's not just the Xingyang God who can perform miracles, the Prophet can too!"

Chu Xingyang smiled: "I suppose so, the deity taught me a little..."

Only the Little Girl scratched her head in confusion.

Clearly, the basket she handed over earlier only had flatbreads and salted fish, so how did the large baskets being sent over now contain everything to eat?

Cured meat, chocolate, roast chicken, and even seasonings like oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar.

The Little Girl's parents were embarrassed, wondering how to get these twelve full large baskets back home.

The middle-aged businessman patted his chest nonchalantly: "Don't worry, my Blue Star people are here too; we will move them to your home together!"

It wasn't until evening that the believers left, still feeling unfulfilled, and returned to their homes.

Chu Xingyang watched the empty hall, lay back in his chair, and stretched.

Then he said to Xiliu and Yu Lan, who had been standing beside him: "I just realized this job is quite tiring. Those who are busy preaching in various places must also be very exhausted."

Yu Lan bowed slightly, her voice full of solemnity: "great deity. A single spark can start a prairie fire. Whether it is Earth Humans or the Blue Star people here, the number of believers will continue to grow."

"Then they will be able to live in harmony. The Xingyang Civilization in this universe will also be glorious and brilliant."

Chu Xingyang looked up at the ceiling, lost in thought, and said faintly: "I Hope so."

Xiliu suddenly leaned over and reported intelligence: "Du Fei, who has returned from the front line, seems to have almost tracked down the Cyborg factory."