Chapter Eleven: The Movement of Qi

  Pan Hao felt his body floating, as if it had no weight at all, drifting away from the ground. At the same time, he felt like a drowning person who couldn't breathe in air, his spirit suffocating, without any sense of security. The White Lotus Platform under his feet rotated, emitting a holy light that enveloped Pan Hao within it.

  Pan Hao's body relaxed instantly, and the feeling of suffocation disappeared. Pan Hao looked at his physical body sitting cross-legged on the ground, as if still in meditation, with a rosy complexion and natural breathing. At first, Pan Hao knew that if his soul hadn't returned in time, this physical body would still slowly wither away, eventually losing its vitality and dying.

  Pan Hao took a step forward, and his divine soul instantly appeared outside the tower, overlooking the crowd below. Pan Hao gazed intently at the people, and on top of each person's head stood a column of energy, some as thick as a fist, while others were only as thin as chopsticks.

  Not only that, but the colors are also very different. There are gray ones, white ones, and red ones. Among them, the most are white, followed by gray, and finally red. The red one is only one person, who is the Confucian elder wearing a ceremonial robe to preside over the ritual on the altar. A bright red hat stands three feet above his head, exuding a majestic and upright aura. On the other hand, the white ones are the ordinary people below, while the gray ones are a small number of people with pale faces and weak bodies.

  At this time, on their heads, apart from the column of destiny, there were also faint white lines emerging from the top of their heads, connecting to the void, and most of them dispersed into the heavens and earth, while a few fell into the Milky Way, seeping into the river water.

  Pan Hao's eyes lit up, is this the power of faith mentioned in the book?

  This world has no gods, and the unclaimed power of faith will disappear into the heavens, but a small portion still falls into the rivers, washing away the grievances of the dead in the underworld, making the river water clear and sweet.

  Pan Hao fell onto the river surface, and the White Lotus Platform suddenly emitted a sacred glow. A massive suction force was generated, absorbing the wandering Faith Energy over. With a loud "Boom", the True Qi was rapidly consumed. A small cluster of pure white Sacred Fire was ignited by Pan Hao, burning away the incoming Faith Energy from outside.

  The sacred fire will drive out the impurities in the power of faith, leaving only the essence. It enters from the heavenly cover of the divine soul, and as soon as the divine soul accepts the power of faith, a faint white light emanates from all over its body.

  Affected by the suction of the White Lotus, the power of faith slowly began to shift towards Pan Hao. As soon as the faith entered Pan Hao's body, he felt his entire divine soul constantly condensing, and the fleeting feeling was weakening, advancing towards a more substantial feeling like that of the flesh. In the position of the divine soul's Zifu, a white mist was constantly rolling and condensing, and between them, one could vaguely see the outline of a memorial archway.

  This is a divine position, as long as the divine position condenses successfully, Pan Hao immediately becomes a god on the spot, and from then on, his faith will be endless, and he will live to be as old as heaven.

  One bow! The heavenly king is soft and strong, yin and yang, wind and rain are in harmony.

  A clear and loud voice rose up, and the crowd bowed down in unison.

  A loud rumble, a more powerful force of faith was transmitted over, tens of thousands of threads of faith came from the void, condensed into a thick rope-like shape, but emitted vast and magnificent power.

  The white fog in my mind churned even more violently, like boiling water, flowing rapidly. The gods' positions became clearer, but they seemed extremely fragile, as if they would shatter with just one touch.

  Two bows! The god of earth brings abundant harvests, and the six domestic animals thrive.

  A clear and loud voice sounded again, but Pan Hao had no time to pay attention to it.

  Rumble, a surge of faith power even more enormous than before converged and poured into Pan Hao's body from the air. Boom! Pan Hao's divine soul was violently shaken, this power was simply too great.

  The sacred fire burning outside grew more and more swollen, turning into a basketball-sized fireball, desperately tempering the impurities from the power of faith, the White Lotus True Qi was fiercely burning, and the White Lotus Platform underfoot had become somewhat illusory.

  Pan Haixin's heart was as calm as water, knowing that he had now reached his own life and death juncture. If he couldn't condense a divine position after the true energy burned out, the scorching sun and wind outside would be fatal to his divine soul.

  If I give up on condensing my divine position now, not only will my divine soul be severely injured, but my true energy cultivation will also return to zero. Cultivating true energy is not difficult, but if the divine soul is severely damaged and there is no treatment method, it may take a decade or so to recover.

  A vast and mighty power poured into the divine throne, making the illusory throne real, the words on the tablet faintly visible, emitting a sacred and noble aura. Pan Hao's heart stirred, and the divine throne became increasingly clear.

  Three bows! The Tianhe River is surrounded by four sides, and the rivers are calm and peaceful.

  Boom, the majestic power of faith as thick as a water bucket, surged and rushed towards Pan Haoshen's soul. Boom, the white lotus platform under his feet completely ignited, the sacred fire booming with expansion, burning away the incoming power of faith.

  Rumbling, a large amount of faith poured into the divine throne, and the divine throne seemed like a hungry ghost devouring desperately. The text on the divine throne became clearer and clearer, and the divine throne shook violently. Suddenly, the divine tablet turned into a physical entity, and the text written on it appeared. The text was like a dragon and phoenix coiling around each other, a noble and mysterious talisman that revealed an ancient, primordial aura, as if it had existed since the beginning of heaven and earth.

  But Pan Hao knew the meaning of the divine position in the unknown, and wrote: The Tianhe Divine Position of Qingyu City, Pingzhou, Great Song Dynasty

  The white lotus platform under his feet was burned to ashes, and the sacred fire went out with the disappearance of his true energy. Pan Haoming suddenly realized that his martial arts true energy had disappeared, his body had become an ordinary person, but his divine soul was still the Tianhe River God.

  Suddenly, a fragrance wafted in, and colorful flowers rained down from the sky, filling the air with an ethereal aura. Heavenly music resonated throughout the land, and a majestic, sacred energy spread out. The heavens poured down milky rain, which dripped onto the ground, releasing a refreshing aroma that rose up and fell upon the people. They felt their bodies lighten, and their chronic illnesses were instantly cured.

  Pan Hao knew that this was the first time the Way of Heaven had appeared in this world. The Heavenly Way had a feeling and there was this strange phenomenon.

  Taking advantage of the unusual heavenly phenomenon that has not yet dissipated, Pan Hao instantly understood that this was a good opportunity for him to absorb his disciples. If he didn't come, it would take him many years to reach the next level in the annual worship ceremony.

  Everyone stared at the extraordinary phenomenon in shock, this kind of thing had never happened before, could it be that heaven was showing its spirit?

  A sacred and magnificent aura rose in the celestial river, with a gurgling sound, a dragon made of river water emerged, its body stretched out for seventeen or eighteen zhang, vividly visible, with scales clearly visible, its claws pressed against the air, emitting a powerful and noble aura.

  "Is this a dragon?"

  "Dragon God!"

  The crowd gasped, but then they saw a man standing on the dragon's head, surrounded by a faint red glow. The man was dressed in white clothes and wore an ancient crown, exuding an air of nobility.

  The man's lips moved slightly, and a majestic voice rang out: "I am the River God of Tianhe, you can build a temple for me, I will ensure that this land is blessed with good weather!"

  "River God!"

  "It's really divine!"

  ……

  Everyone fell to the ground, but his mind was racing non-stop. What's going on? He had just seen a divine spirit. The old man who had just presided over the ceremony was stunned for half a moment before finally coming back to himself.

  " Oracle of the River God."

  Pan Hao stood under the dragon's head, looking down at the crowd below, a sense of satisfaction with power rising up, and a strong feeling of grasping life and death as he looked at those who had fallen to the ground. No wonder so many people have bent their waists for power since ancient times. This feeling was far beyond what he could compare to when he was a lone swordsman before.

  Pan Hao waved his hand, and a pale red light fell on the head of the man in the green robe. This was some requirements for establishing a temple, as well as two divine techniques attached to it. As for the divine techniques, they suddenly appeared in his mind when he had just become the River God.

  Just learned magic: Raindrop Technique, Branching Flow Technique, Water Diversion Technique, Sweet Dew Technique, Water Vessel Technique

  The Rain Call technique summons water, the Flow Divide technique can create a path in river water, the Water Repel technique forms a light membrane to wrap oneself and walk on water, the Sweet Dew technique heals, and the Water Tool technique transforms water into a weapon.

  The spells for the elderly are Ganluo and Shuqi, to make a horse run, let it eat grass. Pan Hao still understands this principle. However, divine magic is divine because it requires the gods to grant you power, and when followers want to use it, they need to pray for Pan Hao's help. If Pan Hao disagrees, then so-called divine magic is just a joke.

  Boom, Pan Hao turned around, the divine dragon opened up a path leading to the riverbed on the surface of the river, and slowly swam in, the water on the river's surface gradually closed, his figure faded away, and finally disappeared from sight.