The Heavens: Man Covers the Heavens, Refines Treasures to Become an Emperor

Seeing the confused look on the face of the Night Goddess, Jiang Xuan waved his hand: "You won't understand even if I tell you! You just need to know that I need a lot of loyal believers now!"

"Yes! Right now, the righteous gods need fewer and fewer believers, and the churches are more harmonious. In addition, the evil cults have lost the power of faith. The True God Church is conducting a large-scale thorough investigation of the evil cults. There are still many places that can provide you with faith!"

Jiang Xuan nodded slightly. He never expected that the small spiritual cultivation technique he spread would actually pave the way for him to accumulate loyal fans.

Looking up and down at the dressed Goddess of Night, all the symbols of her authority had disappeared, including the dark aura around her and the moon behind her.

These mysterious powers that are emitted unintentionally are actually because although the righteous god has stood at the top of the rules, he cannot understand the rules, let alone control the escape of the power of the rules. As a result, most of the believers cannot look directly at her and cannot withstand the escaped power.

The disappearance of these symbols is not a bad thing, but it means that the Goddess of Night has gradually eliminated the mental interference left in her body by the original creator, gradually understood the essence of the power of rules, and is moving in a good direction.

The two chatted for a while before Klein walked out of the gray fog space he left behind. Beside him was Ms. Audrey, the "Justice" of the Tarot Club, who had now reached the level of a Sequence Three Saint.

As someone who has been using the laws of spiritual cultivation from the beginning, Audrey has mastered almost all of the power.

The remaining rules that have not been refined are actually related to the physical fitness that improved when she used the potion. These origins of power that belonged uniquely to the original creator will still have a small impact on her control over all her own power.

The only way was to use his modified Heaven-Devouring Magic Art to completely absorb the power in his body and refine it into his own. However, Klein's Heaven-Devouring Magic Art was given to him by the Goddess of Night. Unlike the Soul-Refining Art, he did not dare to give it to others to practice.

Klein looked completely introverted, and had almost left the potion system. Moreover, he had not expanded the faith since he became a god. The only remaining believers were the members of the Tarot Club and the people from the God-Forsaken Land that Jiang Xuan had brought out in his name.

"Senior! You're back!" Zhou Mingrui's eyes were full of excitement. He had thought that Jiang Xuan would not appear again until he was able to cultivate to the point of leaving this world, but he didn't expect to see him again so soon.

Miss Justice was observing Jiang Xuan with curiosity. She once thought that Jiang Xuan was Mr. Fool's follower. It was not until later when they talked about Jiang Xuan that Zhou Mingrui told everyone in the Tarot Club that Jiang Xuan was a person more powerful than the real God.

"Klein! It looks like your recent training has been going well!" Jiang Xuan said with a smile. After he came back, he instantly detected the gray foggy space. That space had been used as a gathering place by the Tarot Club. Both Klein and the Tarot Club, which had added some people, had developed well.

"You should just call me Zhou Mingrui!" Zhou Mingrui said with a wry smile.

"Changed back?" Jiang Xuan looked at the other party in surprise.

Zhou Mingrui nodded slightly. Ever since he had settled everything for his brother and sister, his brother and sister had given up on embarking on the Sequence Path and were living an ordinary life peacefully. Zhou Mingrui also completely gave up the name "Klein" and changed back to his own name.

This enabled him to better understand his own soul and true nature, which was of great benefit to him overall.

"Since you are all here, let's convene a meeting of the Eight Gods!" Jiang Xuan said with a smile.

As soon as the words fell, a wave of will permeated the space and spread in all directions like a storm.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it was just a breeze, but in the eyes of the gods, it was a torrent of rules that directly overwhelmed their body's protection mechanism, and swept through the gods' souls like a perspective mirror. The true gods who were sitting cross-legged and absorbing the source all opened their eyes, and their bodies instantly disappeared in the kingdom of God.

Soon the remaining five true gods stood in front of Jiang Xuan.

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Deep in a dark alley in Tingen City, a little boy with a pale, skinny face and patched clothes stealthily pushed open a moldy wooden door. He looked around and saw no one, so he crept out of the room carrying a basket.

Quietly closing the wooden door, the little boy hurried out of the darkness and came to the clean and tidy street. He looked at the sun which he had not seen all day, feeling the hidden warmth in it, with an innocent smile on his face.

"Boy! Want some bread today? You can buy a lot of crumbs for just a penny!"

The boy couldn't help shrinking his head at the slightly sharp words. He looked cautiously at the fat aunt who looked unhappy, and said with courage: "Today I want two pennies of bread crumbs, beautiful lady!"

The fat aunt's already bad complexion seemed to get worse for some reason. She had a hint of impatience on her face, but she still stood up and fiddled with something behind the counter, saying in a deep voice, "I know! If you don't buy bread every day, I will have to pick up the bread scraps for you!"

Hearing the fat aunt's agreement, the little boy's smile became even brighter. He walked to the bakery, carefully wiped the dust from the bottom of the basket and placed it on the table, fearing that it would dirty the clean bakery table.

The fat lady took out a handful of residue from the inside and threw it into the bamboo basket impatiently, urging the little boy to leave: "That's enough! This is three pennies worth!"

The little boy tiptoed to take the basket down again, and looked at the many bread crumbs in it with a smile on his face.

For some reason, there were no leftovers from bakeries in other places, but there were plenty of leftovers from the Fat Lady's bakery, some of which were even torn pieces, but it did allow him and his mother at home to barely survive.

Because the bread crumbs today were given an extra penny, the child's steps became lighter and he walked into the most spacious church of the night.

The little boy looked at his gray and old clothes and did not choose to sit on the bench in the church. He just stood in the corner with his hands clasped together, as if he was praying or making a wish! The pure power of faith spread into the void.

"Yesterday, Alai saw that he could get five pence just by waving the flag with the crowd, so he earned five pence easily. Today, he spent two pence to buy a lot of good bread. Mom doesn't have to eat black bread today, and she and Alai can eat their fill together!"

"With the blessing of the great goddess of night, I hope I can have such a good and lucrative job today!"

Watching the central priest pouring holy water, Alai's eyes flashed with envy, and he quietly left the darkness of the church.

After walking out of the church of the Goddess of Night, Ale deliberately walked around the streets for a long time. The sound of shouting came from not far away, causing a clean smile to appear on his gray face.

Following the sound, he trotted over to see a group of people holding banners and flags and marching on the street. Some people around him watched coldly, while others talked for a moment and joined in. Alai squeezed into the crowd with a basket and followed the people to the center where flags were distributed. Under his expectant gaze, the person handing out flags did not care that he was only about ten years old and still handed him a flag.

Follow the crowd walking on the street, waving flags and being careful not to put your hands into the basket of bread.

He could hear the people at the front shouting words like "oppression" and "struggle", and he also heard some adults around him explain the specific meanings to others.

They want people to have stable jobs; to have stable market prices, rather than being monopolized by a few people and then constantly rising; to ensure that everyone has food to eat and a house to live in!
Although he also hoped that such a beautiful paradise could exist, in fact he was just looking forward to it being over quickly so that he could get the five-pence salary reward with the flag.

When he gets the five-pence reward this time, he will definitely spend seven pence to buy a whole loaf of bread. His mother will definitely jump out of bed in surprise!
There seems to be a riot ahead?
The crowd made it difficult for him to see the scene ahead, but the screams and roars made him feel vaguely uneasy.

"Oh!"

Following a gunshot, countless gunshots rang out in front!

The whole crowd was silent for a second, followed by screams of fear, flags flying, bullets flying, and countless people falling to the ground with blood spurting out. The boy's basket was knocked to the ground while he was stunned, and the countless people who had been moving forward suddenly fled the street backwards and in all directions.

Alai's basket was knocked to the ground by a collision, but fortunately the basket was deep and the food did not spill out. He bent down to pick up the basket, but was buried in the crowd.

The chaos on the street lasted for perhaps ten minutes, or perhaps half an hour. Ale, who was bending over to protect the basket, finally recovered from the pain and slowly stood up. There were a few people lying on the ground as if they were unconscious, and there were even more people lying on the ground who were originally standing in the front and shouting.

Alai stood up with difficulty. Although the basket became grayer, the bread crumbs inside did not fall out, but were just crumpled into more scattered pieces.

In addition, he pulled out the flag he had been protecting from his arms. This flag represented five pence, which was his hope of buying a whole loaf of white bread.

With the flags held high, there was no one left on the street except for the people lying on the ground, and the man who had scattered the flags had long since disappeared.

Alai looked around blankly, pursed his lips and carefully put the flag back into his arms: "It's okay, Alai, next time you have the flag, just go and exchange it for five cents! The bread will be the same next time!"

Looking at the soldiers leaning against the wall at the end of the street, Alai hurriedly picked up the basket and ran towards the alleyway of his home. He felt pain all over his body, but he didn't dare to stop at all.

"What's wrong with you? Why is your face swollen after going out? Were you beaten?"

After hearing what the fat aunt said, Alai finally came to his senses and bowed politely: "Thank you for your concern, ma'am. I just touched it by accident!"

After saying that, he hurried into the alley.

Seeing that the other party was still alive and kicking, the fat aunt slowly sat back down, looked at the patrolling soldiers, and sighed softly: "Ever since the church no longer manages the world, the lives of ordinary people have become increasingly difficult!"

There was a woman worker in the alley who was taking care of a child and had lost the feeling in one leg from working in the factory for many years. She used to be able to take care of the child with the help of some handicrafts. But now, except for the fact that her income has not increased, the prices of all the daily necessities that are controlled and monopolized have increased. Even her bread has increased to nine pence a long time ago. Her life can no longer be described as difficult.

Alai walked into the alley, only to find the person he least wanted to see standing outside the door.

Seeing Alai, the middle-aged man in a black tuxedo and shiny white leather shoes looked over and said, "Alai! Where is your mother? The rooms around here all belong to the factory. Your mother has been fired from the factory. I give you one last night to get out of here!!"

After saying that, the man waved his hand to disperse the worried atmosphere around him, glanced at Alai, who was covered in dust, with disgust, and poked Alai's chest several times with the bottom of his cane viciously, then walked out of the alley.

Alai rubbed his aching chest, looked at the handle that he had specially painted black, and breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the place was dirty enough, the other party would not go in and disturb his mother's rest!
He rubbed his face to make himself look relatively clean, then walked into the dim, windowless room with a smile on his face, carrying the basket.

On the bed, a pale, calloused woman was lying flat on the bed, looking at Alai tenderly: "Alai! You're back?"

"Mom! I bought a lot of white bread today, and found a job that pays five pence a day! We can all eat white bread in the future!" Ale sat on the edge of the bed, put the basket aside impatiently, took out the larger remnants of white bread little by little, and held them high up as if to show off.

The woman gently stroked Alai's head without saying anything, but her eyes were full of tenderness and pain.

Alai couldn't wait to talk about the fat aunt's shaking hands today, the prayers in the church at night, and the wonderful life promoted in the parade, with a look of longing for the future on his face.

"Alai!" The woman's gentle voice interrupted him and said, "Alai! You are very talented, but your mother has been poisoned in the factory and left you! She is no longer able to take care of you! You need to walk the future path by yourself!"

Alai's voice suddenly paused. He pursed his lips and looked at his mother lying flat in front of him. The smile on his face faded and he stared at his mother's faint smile.

"Alai! You are a strong little man! I believe you can do it! Can you take care of yourself when your mother is not around?"

He didn't cry when he was trampled on the street, and he didn't cry when he was stabbed at the door, but now his eyes were filled with tears without him knowing, and he was trying hard not to let the tears fall.

Through his hazy eyes, he seemed to see his mother lying flat on the bed, without the familiar smile and gentle words.

But Alai still nodded heavily: "Don't worry, Mom! I can do it!"

The faint white light in the entire room automatically returned to Alai's body. Alai wiped his tears, looked at his mother lying flat in front of him, and couldn't help but burst into tears again.

Behind Alai, Jiang Xuan's figure slowly gathered. (End of this chapter)