338: Bald Lin Qiye

As soon as the Nine Li Fire Seed entered his heart, it immediately burst into a kaleidoscope of colors.

Song Zhong examined it closely, only to see that the fire seed, as thin as a lamp filament, actually had nine colors: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, black, and white. This nine-colored fire looked extraordinarily divine.

Song Zhong immediately guided a wisp of Power Of Faith and merged it into the fire seed.

The Nine Li Fire Seed, having absorbed the Power Of Faith, actually grew thicker, and the flame danced like a sparrow, seemingly overjoyed.

“Indeed, this thing also needs to be fed,” Song Zhong sighed, then withdrew from the System space.

Not long after he left, Gonggong said discontentedly, “Chi You, that kid has even taken the Nine Li Fire Seed now.”

Chi You sighed, “Fate plays tricks on people, fate plays tricks on people. I originally thought that with my supreme luck back then, I had seized a glimmer of hope from a mortal tribulation, lurking in this Minor Thousand Worlds.

Who would have thought, who would have thought, that all my painstaking accumulation would end up benefiting someone else.

Who would have thought that he would stumble upon the ability to absorb Power Of Faith? It’s truly a matter of time and destiny!”

Hearing Chi You’s words, Gonggong could only sigh.

They had long since lost their physical forms, barely surviving within this bronze coffin, and now, being suppressed by Song Zhong’s faith tombstone, they were utterly helpless.

Did he also have to surrender to that kid, like Shen Tu and Yu Lei?

As soon as this thought arose, Gonggong quickly dispelled it.

Damn it, how could he, the dignified God of Water, have such a thought?

Even if he died, he would never betray Chi You.

But what frustrated Gonggong was that the more he tried to suppress this thought, the more it resurfaced.

It was like the endless weeds in a field, extremely annoying.

The other deities in the System space also remained silent. Everyone faced a choice: to rot away in a coffin for the rest of their lives, or to set aside their pride and make a grand display outside?

...

Song Zhong appeared in Ghost City. After obtaining this wisp of Nine Li Fire Seed, the first thing he thought of was: could this thing be combined with the Five Weapons Furnace?

After all, Chi You was the progenitor of metallurgy. Although the Five Weapons Furnace he had previously obtained could smelt Divine Artifacts, its primary function seemed to be destruction.

For instance, in the Egyptian God Kingdom, Song Zhong had used the Five Weapons Furnace to melt the horus eye before breaking into Human Realm.

However, metallurgy is not just about melting; it is more about forging, about giving Materials new life.

Song Zhong had been unable to achieve this before, but from the Nine Li Fire Seed, he saw a glimmer of hope.

Upon returning to Ghost City, he eagerly began to nourish the fire seed with Power Of Faith. Once the fire seed matured, he would begin to test the idea in his mind.

But what Song Zhong did not know at this time was that a bald youth dressed in black monk robes had already arrived in Anta County.

The youth was very handsome, and his eyebrows remarkably resembled Lin Qi Ye's. If not for the lack of hair, there would be almost no difference between the two.

However, compared to Lin Qi Ye, the bald youth's gaze seemed much deeper.

He stood quietly on the Holy Bridge, looking towards Anta County.

“Anta County, I’ve finally arrived.”

Many pilgrims nearby heard the bald youth's words, and some curious ones came forward and asked, “Little master, do you Buddhists also come to worship the Lord of National Destiny?”

It turned out that ever since Song Zhong had used national destiny to manifest before the people, his followers, to show respect, had avoided using Song Zhong’s name and chose to refer to him as “Lord of National Destiny.”

The bald youth smiled slightly and said, “If he is true, why can’t I come to worship him?”

After speaking, the bald youth took a step and instantly arrived on the opposite bank.

“Oh my goodness, is this also an immortal?”

“This bald guy is not simple either!”

The pilgrims discussed animatedly. The manifestation of deities was no longer a secret, and the citizens of Great Xia had a high degree of acceptance of these matters.

Coupled with the Night Watcher organization, which was now almost completely transparent and public, everyone was already accustomed to these things.

Anta County was no longer what it used to be. As Song Zhong's followers had spread throughout Great Xia, Anta County, as the New Ancient God Church, had become a pilgrimage site in people's hearts.

Therefore, the followers collectively vowed to build a magnificent temple for the “Lord of National Destiny.”

The bald youth passed through the main gate and arrived before Song Zhong's divine statue.

He looked up at the colossal, gilded divine statue and couldn't help but recall his own mud statue in the wilderness.

It truly was a case of 'people die comparing themselves to others, and goods are discarded comparing themselves to other goods.'

Both were divine statues, but the difference was not just a little bit.

However, the bald youth paid no attention to this. He stared at the statue's eyes, and his own eyes turned pitch black.

Immediately, before him, all things transformed. They became ethereal threads of Karma.

Some were thick, some were thin, some went straight, and some were so tangled that it was hard to see clearly.

Among the many Karma threads, the bald youth found the golden Karma thread.

Because of Power Of Faith, Song Zhong had already established a Karma connection with everyone, which was too obvious in the bald youth's eyes.

The bald youth smiled slightly, and his figure seemed to be erased by an eraser, disappearing from the spot. Yet, strangely, the people around him felt nothing about his disappearance.

It was as if this person did not exist and was meant to vanish into thin air.

The bald youth followed the thick Karma thread, moving forward.

The surrounding scenery constantly changed, and soon, a majestic Capital City appeared before him.

The Capital City was entirely black, built from unknown black Materials, brick by brick.

“It seems this is Song Zhong’s God Kingdom,” the bald youth looked at the Capital City, marveling at its grandeur.

He took a step forward, wanting to enter the Ghost Country.

But after taking one step, the bald youth noticed something unusual: he remained in place.

“Hmm?” The bald youth was a little puzzled, and then his eyes were once again tinged with black.

How could he get lost after coming here by the power of Karma? Someone must be playing tricks behind the scenes. He didn't expect to be targeted as soon as he entered the Ghost Country.

It was fine if he didn't look, but wherever the bald youth's gaze fell, a faint white mist had appeared at some point.

The Ghost Country Capital City, which had been so close just moments ago, was now disoriented.

“An illusion?” The bald youth sneered, “Unfortunately, you can deceive others, but you cannot deceive Karma. All phenomena are empty, but Karma is not empty.”

The bald youth raised his right hand, and a pitch-black ball of light emerged in his palm.

“Let me see, who is this divine being blocking my way?”