Belief In The Kingdom of God

"What is it?"

A strange feeling hit my heart, a certain change started in silence, and a blazing heat came from the godhead.

Chen Ming felt it, and inside his body, a complete and simple godhead suddenly emitted a faint brilliance. It was not powerful, but with some kind of dark scene, it hit his heart.

After a while, the change is over, and the original luminous Godhead has returned to its usual simplicity, just like ordinary jade, unremarkable.

Then, Chen Ming looked over his head.

In the top of the head, a golden life with a little blue color emerged, and on it, white air luck continued to converge, turning into golden air luck. At a deeper level, a group of colorful and hazy aura enveloped it, condensed into a little star-like fragment, extremely mysterious.

Looking at the fragment, Chen Ming was stunned.

In the dark, a little induction came.

In a turbulent world, countless city-states and kingdoms are fighting, countless heroes wielding swords on the battlefield, and countless black totems roaring and devouring creatures. The scene was in chaos. In the dark, Chen Ming seemed to see many warriors shouting the **** of nature to charge forward fighting with the enemy. Behind him, an old tree faintly appeared...

"This is... Destiny?"

He was taken aback and quickly saw it again, but this time, the scene changed again, which was different from before.

At the same time, he sensed an increasingly strong world power around him, and sensed a mysterious force condensing on him.

As the strength gradually condensed, a certain inheritance in the Godhead was opened, and a glimmer of understanding flashed in his heart.

"This is the person of the son of the world..." He muttered to himself as he looked at the extremely dazzling star above his head.

Above, faint fluctuations continued to spread around, and a little starlight flickered quietly, as if condensing the essence of the entire world.

This is personality, it is the authority granted by a complete world, and represents the connotation of a world. Possessing this personality means owning the part of the world in power, and can be called the son of the world, and there is no disadvantage in this world.

Of course, Chen Ming hadn't reached that level of horror at this time. What he possessed was only a fragment of the child of the complete world, and his share was less than one-thousandth of the entire world.

However, this is also very rare. This is one of the most precious things in a world, and it can only be conceived when the world is facing tremendous changes.

Sensing this personality, Chen Ming moved gently.

Suddenly, a strong natural source force around him poured into the body, and its breath became more and more stable. Slowly condense from level three to the limit of level three.

Then, Chen Ming opened his eyes, and in silence, the stars were still shining, but the fluctuations seemed a bit weak because of the source force just now.

He stood quietly in the same place, looking to the south, behind him, a big tree was spreading.

In the south, a little bit of starlight faintly flickered under the faint induction, fighting against it.

He seemed to see a huge and magnificent palace, in which, a huge star was shining, full of a kind of distant breath.

After doing this, Chen Ming looked around, only to see all around, a faint breath of fresh air continued to spread from the tree's body, exuding a natural vitality, gradually purifying the surrounding demonized earth.

Seeing this, Chen Ming raised his head, and then returned towards the tribe.

This time, he did not choose the spirit to leave the body again, but quietly adhered to the body and settled quietly.

Twenty years later...

In the north, on a rugged trail, a large group of people walked along the road, behind them, countless horses were dragging the goods and marching hard. Countless pedestrians followed, and occasionally, some people who looked like refugees could be found.

"Hey, no matter how many times I walked, the road here is still so difficult to walk." Walking under a tree in front of him, a sturdy middle-aged man sighed.

He looked at the front, then at the sky, and then ran to the back, facing a person who looked like the leader of the team: "Alec, the time is almost there, there is a big tree and a small stream in front of us, let us know People of mine go and rest."

Suddenly, the leader went down to communicate, causing the crowd below to cheer.

Behind them, some caravans watched this, and they also made people stop in front to rest.

This is also a long-standing practice, because the walking time is long, so the various routes on the road and the areas where people can rest are known to everyone. So when they got here, many people suddenly decided to stop again in order to recover their strength and continue to rush to the next resting point.

After a while, the flow of people dispersed, most of them stayed, and a small number of people continued to walk forward.

Looking at the caravans and pedestrians who went straight ahead without stopping, a fat businessman in a black linen shirt shook his head and said, "They may not be too impatient. It's an hour's journey, why is it so urgent?"

"It's not that they are in a hurry, but that their goods are in a hurry." A thin old man shook his head beside him.

"Cargo?" Someone next to him was puzzled, and then asked: "What kind of goods need to be so urgent?".

Seeing this, the old man pointed to the clan emblems on the carriages of some people next to him, and then said: "These are not caravans like ours, but people sent by the southern city-state to purchase."

Hearing this, some people on the opposite side were suddenly startled: "This is, is there going to be a war again?"

"Hey, are there times when there is no war?" a soldier-like man beside him sneered.

"Last time, a city-state from the south sent a caravan to purchase five hundred rattan armors here in one go."

"Five hundred lieutenants, these lords are really rich!" Everyone couldn't help but marvel.

"But five hundred rattan armors, this strength is enough to arm a city-state, how can the church sell it?"

At this time, someone curiously asked, somewhat confused.

"Yes, I remember that a few years ago, Pope Gramma had already ordered that the trade of vine armor and the like was not allowed. They usually buy one or two pieces. How can there be an exception this time?"

This is the warrior. He wore a pair of rattan armor on his body. He knew the preciousness and difficulty of this rattan armor, so he felt so puzzled.

Hearing this question, the old man opposite sighed lightly, and then said: "This is sold privately by a large tribe that does not obey the church's management. Pope Gramma has no choice but to do this."

"Isn't there still branches of the sacred tree? Isn't it possible that with the power of the holy relic, a tribe can't be subdued?" The voice of doubt continued to sound.

Hearing him say this, the old man nodded and said, "Yes, if you use holy objects, of course there is no problem."

"However, both parties are believers in the **** of nature, and the gods cannot allow the use of his power to suppress his followers. In addition, the tribe does not recognize that the holy objects are given by the **** of nature, but thinks it is the pope. Taking advantage of the branch taken from the sacred tree before the **** awakened, he did not recognize his leadership."

"Nonsense, if this is true, how can the gods allow him to become the pope." The soldier sneered as he said.

"But in this way, the pope will have no choice but to hold it in such a stalemate without the use of force," said one person beside him.

At this time, a young man who seemed to have just grown up looked at the old man curiously and asked: "Uncle, are you familiar with this place? Why do you know so much news?"