I am a living immortal.

Chapter 550: Moving Towards Higher Levels

This was beyond the Saint's imagination.

This was beyond the imagination of the innate gods, and even the various races watching were shocked. Meanwhile, the horns were ignited without anyone noticing, from south to north, from west to east.

More and more people followed the guide.

Some joined along the way, others came here out of admiration. Humans scattered across the world seemed to see a signpost pointing to hope and flocked to it.

They held high the banner of rekindling the flame and launched a war against the demons and the innate gods without authorization. This fire ignited the prayers of many humans.

They'd had enough of these centuries of oppression—homeless, starving, and ultimately, their bodies left in the wilderness, dying in a corner where no one cared. If death was inevitable, it might as well be a glorious one.

The cowardly have long since vanished into the wilderness.

They perished under the crushing pressure of the innate gods and the reckless encroachment of the demonic beasts. Those who remained were those who desired to live, those who could survive. These people were the product of a vast culling process. Though cruel, survival of the fittest is an eternal law.

Those who can survive in such an environment have more or less some strange qualities.

Although this does not represent all, it definitely represents the majority.

If the innate gods had not been so impatient to ignite this fire, had not been so impatient to cut off all their escape routes, and had not forced them into a desperate situation with no way out, they would still be living in the wilderness, living in pain, and living under the shadow.

If you have never seen the light, you will not desire it.

However, the purge launched by the innate gods, far from extinguishing the light, drags it before everyone. Will they sink into the darkness of panic, or give their all to forge a bright future together?

There should be no controversy in choosing between the two.

The more intense the counterattack of darkness, the more rebellious the sentiment grows. A cornered dog will leap over the wall, risking its own life. All of this is so sudden, yet so logical.

The Holy Lord watched all this with a smile.

"Arrogant gods, it's time to pay the price for your arrogance."

If you regard all living beings as ants, you will not know that many ants can kill an elephant.

The scope of the war grew wider, yet the burning of the flames connected them. Under this unwavering will, even those without the flames were infected. The Sage King's blessing spread along this unified will, and some in the war grew stronger with each fight.

The familiar beasts acted as a sharpening stone, honing the human race's edge to a gleaming shine. Their strength grew stronger with each fight, their skills becoming more and more integrated. Their hearts were drawn to the light, and the Sage Sovereign granted them the power to move toward it, allowing them to do so without fear.

The spark of hope bursts from the bottom of my heart.

More and more people yearn for hope, turning it into prayers of faith. And the one these prayers lead to is the Holy Lord. Feeling the power expanding within him—

"The holy king who is wise, benevolent and virtuous, who relieves all disasters and brings all kinds of blessings."

At this moment, with expectations, hopes and yearnings, all kinds of wills come together.

The Holy King follows the will of heaven and bestows eternal protection on all living beings, relieves disasters, breaks through obstacles, bestows extensive blessings and wisdom, upholds the way of benevolence and virtue, and grants believers the blessing of health and peace.

The Holy King uses the light of supreme compassion to transform and eliminate major disasters, and protect believers to obtain the blessing of health and longevity.

May God bless you forever, may your mercy resolve all problems, may you be blessed with health and peace, and may great relief befall you.

At this moment, the Holy Lord felt a true transformation.

The figure of the Holy Lord in Sishui City began to disappear. His stature rose higher and higher, overlooking the world. He saw the veins of the world, the fate of its tributaries. Under the torrent of faith, his body began to reshape.

He responded to all living beings.

All living beings responded to him.

The world suddenly stopped. The innate gods looked toward Sishui City in surprise, their expressions suddenly changing—someone was moving toward that transformation.

"Stop him!"

At this moment, no matter whether it was the innate gods who were watching, or the innate gods who were high above and did not care about this war, or those innate gods who had already been ready to take action, such a sentence suddenly appeared in their hearts.

However, the moment these words uttered, Di Jun, far beyond time, had a change of heart. No, don't stop him! The faith of the tributary wasn't enough to support him ascend to a higher level. The Sage Lord knew this from the outset, which was why he allowed the Sage Lord to enter this crucial tributary. But if the innate gods acted rashly, uncertainties might arise. These uncertainties could be both good and bad; they were the source of uncertainty.

If he wasn't stopped, the Saint King would inevitably fail. Although he'd taken a step closer to that level, he ultimately didn't cross it. If he stopped it, the best-case scenario would be success. The Saint King wouldn't succeed, but rather be interrupted, falling back to his previous state or even worse. The worst-case scenario was that the intervention of the innate gods could completely ignite humanity's will. As the creator of faith, Di Jun had yet to find the critical point of faith. In other words, faith has no limit.

But willpower is like this, when you think you have reached the top, the top will move upwards. You take a step, and it moves a little higher.

The power of the spirit is sometimes limitless, and the spirit is subjective. Often, the higher the heart is, the higher the shackles can be broken.

In the end, instead of stopping the other party, you may push the other party at the critical point.

He was just a tiny bit away from reaching that level, just a tiny bit, but that tiny bit was like a chasm that he couldn't cross no matter what. But with that push, he was able to cross it.

In a single thought, the world changes.

After the thought of "stopping the Saint Monarch from achieving supremacy" crossed the minds of all the innate gods of this tributary, another thought arose: don't try to stop him, or he'll be doomed to failure. "Again and again, three times, until the third time is exhausted. When he's exhausted, I'm full, so I can defeat him."

All we need to do now is to exercise restraint. The Saint Monarch's breakthrough depends on this breath, a single push. Ignore it, ignore it.

Such a voice kept appearing in my heart.

Two diametrically opposed voices constantly intertwined, attempting to push the innate gods in the direction they desired. Although this was a possible future, in this future, these innate gods were real, both in character and in strength.

So they immediately realized that someone was influencing them.

How could such a proud bunch of people tolerate something like this happening to them? How could I allow others to overrule my decision? Don't I have any respect? Whatever you say, I won't!

The innate gods highlighted a rebellious one.