Belief In The Kingdom of God

On the second day, the morning light shone on the earth.

In a house, an old man lay quietly asleep, with a peaceful expression.

Faint sunlight came in from outside the window and hit his face.

His expression moved, and his muddy eyes gradually opened. Shaking his head, the originally confused consciousness began to become clear.

"Is it a dream?" the old man murmured to himself.

This thought crossed his mind, and at the same time, he remembered the scene from last night in his mind.

In an extremely beautiful world, a huge tree stands tall.

He was so stunned, quietly recalling the details of every scene last night, like the best memory.

He didn't wake up until a call came from outside the door.

"Who is it?" he said.

"Sacrifice your lord, the great elder sent me to see you over." A response came from outside the window, making the old man completely awake.

He subconsciously wanted to stand up, and after he really stood up, he realized that something was wrong.

"My body is getting better?" He was puzzled, and then quickly raised his hand.

It was still full of folds, but it seemed more powerful than usual.

With a fierce force, a white light gradually appeared in his hands, and at the same time, in his dream, the feeling of being warmed by the sun struck again.

He couldn't help it anymore, ignoring the attendant who was still outside the door, and laughed. While laughing, he cried excitedly. Like a child.

Outside the door, the waiter who was waiting quietly felt that something was wrong, so he ignored the others, opened the door and rushed in. It's just that there is no unexpected situation in the imagination, only an old man standing by, crying with his crutch.

"Master Sacrifice, you?" The attendant was a little bit dumb, what's the situation?

"I'm fine." Over there, Grama quickly controlled his emotions. He waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, and then said: "Let's go."

The attendant over there was a little stunned: "My lord, your walking stick."

"Throw it away." Opposite, Kula Maha laughed: "I don't need that stuff anymore."

After walking a distance, he came to a place.

Here, there is a tall tree. The old man walked straight under the tree, then knelt down and worshiped without hesitation.

This tree is exactly the one that Chen Ming possessed. In the past, old people have worshipped here thousands of times.

Judging from the old man's current field of vision, I saw that there was a breath of fresh air around the tree. Although it was not as magnificent and majestic as I saw in my dream last night, standing upright has its own charm.

At this time, under the tree, many people were kneeling like old people.

Some of these people are highly respected old people in the tribe, and some are strong and powerful men with strong prestige. There are old and young, and they are different.

The only thing they have in common is that they all have great influence in this tribe.

These people are naturally the achievements of Attis last night. Although there is no magical magic given, they all perform entrusting dreams. When they woke up today and communicated with people around, they suddenly realized that they had the same dream last night. So, in accordance with the guidance, they collectively came to their ancestor tree, as if they were sacrifices in the past, and prayed here.

On the other side, Chen Ming smiled silently as he felt the sense of powerlessness in the depths of his body gradually subsided. At the same time, he looked around, his divine thought moved, and a thought spread lightly.

"Let's go back."

A voice sounded silently in the hearts of everyone, different from the vagueness of last night, this voice was clear, warm and familiar, with a strong sense of time and time, which touched everyone's hearts and raised their heads involuntarily.

They looked reverent, with a trace of reverence, a trace of nostalgia, and slowly stepped back.

Seeing this scene, Chen Ming sighed, moved a little, and looked at the sky with a faint gaze. There, a pure white light and the reddish luck in the white became more and more entangled.

At night, the news of God's apparent holiness was spread to the entire tribe. It is different from believers in previous lives but not firm.

The ancient tree incarnate of Attis has sheltered countless people of this tribe in the past years. Even in this tribe, when every newborn is born, their father will put their child in the ancient world. Pray for God's blessing under the tree.

It can be said that all the people of this tribe grew up under this ancient tree. Under this circumstance, the piety of their faith and firm will are beyond Chen Ming's imagination.

In this case, especially after Kurama, as a sacrificial priest, showed the magical skills he possessed, everyone became even more enthusiastic.

Three days later, at night.

Thousands of people are standing here densely, it seems that the venue is a bit crowded, but it seems a bit quiet.

Then, an old man stepped forward and presided over the ceremony. A simple and solemn sacrifice officially began.

The local people are no strangers to sacrifices. This continent is full of various natural spirits and ghosts. Therefore, various sacrificial activities are very frequent in this place. Some sacrifices to ancestors, some sacrifices to gods, and some sacrifices to mountains and beasts.

But unlike the past sacrifices, this time the sacrifices were led by Chen Ming.

Seeing the old priest approaching the high platform in front of the ancient tree step by step, Chen Ming's expression moved slightly, and his soul moved instantly, occupying the other's body.

Click...

Some frowned uncomfortably, maybe it's been too long since he hadn't lived, but he was a little uncomfortable in a moment.

He raised his head, and suddenly, the whole person became different from before.

The people in the audience looked at Chen Ming standing silently in front of him in surprise. From their perspective, the opponent at this moment was too different from usual. The whole person was filled with a noble and noble aura, like a god.

Step by step, he walked up the high platform step by step. With his actions, the power of faith scattered everywhere was continuously gathered on the tree.

"The tree is glowing!" Below, a warrior in animal skin exclaimed.

However, Chen Ming was unmoved. As his footsteps became heavier and heavier, the power of faith gathered around him became more and more, and it was still being disseminated.

He stood on the high platform, his eyes calm, looking at his body.

At this time, the power gathered on the ancient tree reached its extreme, and even a little light was emitted from the body, visible to the naked eye.

"Not enough, not enough," he thought to himself. Then he plunged his consciousness into the depths of silence.

In the space of the soul, a godhead hangs high, emitting a little light, like the most beautiful thing in the world.

Looking at this godhead, Chen Ming couldn't help being a little stunned, his eyes blurred. But then, he quickly reacted.

"The power to open the first layer of seal has continued to be enough. What is left now is to condense the priesthood and the name of the gods." He thought, and then exited the Soul Space without hesitation.

In the silence, he stood quietly and said the sacrifice.

Ancient gods

You are the sky, you are the earth, you are all beings, and you are the tree of the world.

God of mercy, you are the **** of nature,

For the stability of the world, you spread your divine power to all living beings

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Pieces of unfamiliar sacrificial texts began to appear, with dignity and sacredness.

In the audience, everyone was stunned. Under the connection of the line of faith, the voice on the stage gradually became clear, directly hitting the depths of the soul.

In the depths, a scene emerged.

In a magnificent ancient world, an ancient tree stands tall and upright, immeasurable, just like the oldest god.

Suddenly, in the depths of the soul, Chen Ming felt the light move of the godhead, shaking slightly. The lines of faith became thicker, and there were even a lot of fanatics in an instant.

He gritted his teeth: "It's coming, it's coming."

The solemn sacrificial words kept repeating and gradually moved everyone. From one to two, gradually, everyone looked enthusiastic, shouting loudly, shouting a certain name, and finally gathered into a grand will.

The will was messy, messy and chaotic at first, but with the resonance in the dark, it finally converged and converged into one voice.

My god! You are the **** of nature, and Artis is your name.

At this moment, Chen Mingmeng opened his eyes, and he looked at the sky fiercely.

In the sky, the power of faith that is rich and almost condensed into substance keeps pouring in, constantly impacting the godhead with a strong will. At the same time, in the vast world, a huge force descended here, gathering on the ancient trees.

With the shout, a scene emerged in the void.

A seed develops silently in the dark and becomes a small sapling. At first he was very young, but later, he got bigger and bigger, gradually surpassing all the lives around him.

During this period, the surrounding trees died, some were old and some were burned to death. But it seems to have no limit, although it is slow, but it grows firmly. During this period, after a fire, all lives were burned out, but it remained unaffected and stood still.

This scene was discovered by some moving wanderers, and it has since been enshrined as a god. Then, generations of people grew up and died under his shade.

Scenes emerged one after another, and finally gathered into a huge force, breaking through the seal in the dark.

Feeling the changes in the godhead in his body, Chen Ming felt happy. Finally, with a thought, a dazzling glimmer of light shone from the previously suppressed ancient tree, covering everyone.