Chapter 43: Random Thoughts Turn into Dragons

  The next plan has been made, and Pan Hao obviously had no reason to be lazy. A few months ago, the statue was invited to Yongjun County, but at that time, he was busy planning the affairs of Qingyu County, so he didn't pay attention to it.

  Now that things in Qingyun County have been largely settled, there is also a group of subordinates to help. Now I can also put my energy back on developing followers and expanding the territory.

  Pan Hao immediately separated a part of his will, and this will carried the powerful divine power to rush into the sky, following the line of faith of the Yongjun believers.

  In the distant Rongcheng, the main city of Yong Prefecture, this city wall is majestic and magnificent. Although it's not as enchanting and beautiful as Qingyu City, it has its own ancient charm after thousands of years of continuous repair and reconstruction.

  In the county city of Rongcheng, there is a Chenghuang Temple, where the city god who laid the foundation for Rongcheng thousands of years ago is worshipped.

  There are rumors that the king of this county became a city god after his death, governing another world where the dead exist. But Pan Hao knew that all of this was just their imagination. The heavenly way in this world is not complete, and before Pan Hao came, there was no concept of divine path, even if one's merits were high, they would still return to nature after death.

  Pan Hao looked at the endless stream of people in the temple, with frankincense swirling around. The gods' statues in the hall seemed to appear and disappear, looking mysterious and majestic. The devout pilgrims' faith flowed into the statues, refining them, but there was not a hint of spirituality within the statues, unable to accept the incense offerings.

  Pan Hao's will, carrying divine power, thundered down and entered the body of the deity. The heavens and earth changed, and within the deity's body, Pan Hao's will rejoiced. This was because the countless faiths of a thousand years had tempered this deity's material, causing it to undergo a qualitative transformation. The texture of the deity seemed natural and effortless, with a faint fragrance emanating from it. Pan Hao's divine power flowed unceasingly within, without any consumption, and even seemed to be subtly strengthened.

  In Shinto, each deity is actually an incarnation of oneself, and the material used to create the deity's image also determines whether the deity's power operates smoothly and in harmony. For a new deity to harmonize with one's own divine power, it requires not only one's own unceasing refinement of divine power but also the countless sincere thoughts of devotees.

  The statue of the god, refined by countless believers' thoughts, can complete the fusion with the divine spirit and contain its power. The statue of the City God Temple in Rong County has undoubtedly achieved this point. This statue can 100% exert its own power.

  Pan Hao's divine image was suddenly filled with countless threads of faith, like a swarm of bees rushing in. The masterless faith poured into Pan Hao's will like a mighty flood. Far away in Qingyu County, Pan Hao's body shook violently as he struggled to absorb this powerful force of faith. This was a torrent of faith that no one had borne for thousands of years, and it was now inherited by Pan Hao at this moment.

  Rumble... rumble... rumble...

  The surging tide came, deafening the ears, and Pan Hao's divine soul was firmly absorbing in the torrent. If it were a three-product red lotus or lower cultivation base divine spirit at this moment, it would have been annihilated and assimilated by the rolling tide of faith long ago.

  Ahh...

  A thunderous dragon's roar echoed, and a black divine dragon emerged from the rolling waves in the torrent of faith. The dragon's scales were dark and had a metallic texture, its teeth were sharp, and it emitted an unbearable stench. Its two horns pierced the sky, with a sharp edge and a halo of black light. It had four legs, each horn had five fingers, and the sharp and terrifying dragon claws revealed a cold glow.

  The black dragon emerged, its blood-red and cold eyes staring fixedly at Pan Hao, pouncing on him fiercely. This was the black dragon born from the impurities of the believers' thoughts over a thousand years, without any divine filtering, the faith itself carrying impurities. These impurities had settled for a thousand years, and suddenly took shape.

  Originally, these miscellaneous thoughts were not enough to be together, apart from the negative ability of impurities. There are also positive beliefs in truth, goodness and beauty that suppress it, and can be easily ground away by the divine spirit.

  But now these beliefs themselves no longer belong to Pan Hao, this situation is equivalent to looting. So believing in these beliefs will not only fail to help, but even assist in growing miscellaneous thoughts.

  Pan Hao's eyes turned cold as he realized this was a backlash from seizing faith, the White Lotus Scripture had recorded such a phenomenon and he had long been prepared to face it.

  I am a god who has reached the third rank, and with the divine position of the county city wall, this seemingly ferocious black dragon is still within my coping range. Unless this black dragon also condensed its divine position, it would be able to confront me, but in this world, except for myself and my subordinates, there are no other gods appearing.

  "Hmm!"

  Pan Hao snorted, but it was just a matter of exerting some effort. His divine soul emitted a brilliant red light in the void, and a majestic and noble aura emanated from him. This aura was countless times stronger than the aura of the River God and the City God of Dachang County back then, and even the thunderous faith surge at this moment seemed insignificant in comparison.

  This is the power of Shinto, representing not only the faith of the people but also the blessing and protection of the Heavenly Way. This untransformed faith power is nothing in front of Pan Hao.

  Ahh...

  The loud dragon's roar rose high, the black dragon was right in front of him, it was the evil thoughts of all people, fearless. In Pan Hao's hand, a small and simple ancient official seal suddenly rose up, this official seal was simply decorated, but had a mysterious aura emanating from it.

  On the official seal, several strange characters were carved, these characters did not belong to any human language, like dragon and phoenix rising, also like dragon turtle hiding in the sea, white tiger roaring at hundreds of beasts. This is the divine way symbol, the official seal blessed by the heavenly way. Received from heaven, representing the will of heaven, governing all living things.

  Rumble...

  A brilliant, majestic red light shot out from the official seal, and the small official seal suddenly became as large as a millstone. With a loud crash, it smashed down on the black dragon's head, and instantly the black dragon let out a mournful cry, its black, ferocious scales falling off. The dark, stinky dragon blood was like a faucet that had been turned on, gushing out with a loud whooshing sound.

  "Abomination, die!" Pan Hao had no sympathy for this evil black dragon that was born from his own malicious thoughts. As long as this black dragon didn't die, he wouldn't be able to obtain the faith of the people in Yongzhou City.

  The huge seal's red glow grew denser, carrying the force of a thousand tons as it heavily smashed onto the black dragon's body. The black dragon let out waves of anguished roars, its scales shattering all over, pitiful and tragic.

  Waaaah...

  The black dragon's red eyes were filled with madness, and a foul-smelling dragon's mouth spat out a dark, evil, and sinful orb that rotated rapidly in the void. A thick, dark aura of fear spread out, and even a black fog emerged, colliding with the divine golden light like water and oil, incompatible. The black fog continued to churn and dissipate, emitting a clear hissing sound.

  Pan Hao was stunned, and his expression became even more cold and stern. He couldn't believe that this Black Dragon had actually condensed its evil thoughts into a dragon bead, which emitted an extremely dense aura of evil.

  These breaths, even if a mortal touches just a thread of them, will immediately turn into a mad demon and perish with their body rotting. Even if a Qi practitioner inhales it, it will trigger heart demons; if not resolved in time, there is only the outcome of disappearing from the world and dying.

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