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Chapter 623 Savior

"Faith leads to divinity..."

Ye repeated these four words, and deep within his consciousness, billions of data streams surged wildly, attempting to decipher the logic behind them.

But he discovered that his proud computing ability was as powerless as an ordinary person looking up at the stars when it came to the realm of "human nature".

It was a chaotic realm that could not be quantified by any formula.

“It is not easy to carry the faith of others.”

"Faith is the unified understanding of a certain thing among all living beings. One person's understanding is like a drop of water, insignificant. But when the understanding of millions or hundreds of millions of people comes together, it becomes a river, a torrent."

"And what determines the direction of this current is 'authority'."

This is the authority of the gods, the definition given by all living beings.

"You must become their hope, and bear the weight of all their prayers."

Zhang Qi's voice pulled Ye back from the fog of data, and he continued to explain.

People pray to the God of Wealth for wealth, to the Old Man Under the Moon for marriage, and to Guanyin, the Goddess of Mercy, for offspring, thus defining the authority of the deities.

This world pursues the ultimate individual power, engraving one's will in the multiverse.

Therefore, no one has chosen this path, either in the past or in the future.

Firstly, the benefits are disproportionate to the effort. For high-level powerhouses, they themselves possess the power to move mountains and fill seas.

Secondly, and most importantly, there is the backlash.

Even immortal saints can be changed by the will of the masses.

People expect you to be kind, so you must not show any signs of killing.
Since all beings expect you to be omnipotent, you cannot show the slightest sign of fatigue.

If this continues, you will no longer be yourself, but an empty shell of the 'god' that all living beings yearn for.

Your body, your mind, and even your ego will be completely assimilated and dissolved by this torrent.

But for Ye, there are indeed unique advantages.

Because Ye's talent allows him to see the world from a nearly absolutely objective perspective.

According to Zhang Qi's guess, this is a manifestation of some characteristics of his 'Light of the Soul'.

It is like an indestructible dam, allowing Jesus to maintain its independence to the greatest extent possible amidst the torrent of the will of all living beings.

Just as those on the shore are not affected by the flood, and others find it difficult to climb out of the river, this is not the case for Jehovah.

Of course, risks still exist, so Zhang Qi still gave the choice to Ye.

After listening, Ye fell silent.

He didn't think for even a second.

Because he knew he had no choice at all.

Conventional paths have been blocked, and his prized talent is utterly vulnerable in the face of the dimensional barriers erected by the "snake."

Without such extraordinary opportunities, he would have been forever trapped beneath the throne, watching helplessly as humanity's last flame of hope was extinguished in the wind.

For him, there has never been only one choice.

……

Since then, a legend has begun to circulate in the post-apocalyptic wasteland.

In a devastated settlement enslaved by countless races, despair spread like a plague. The sky was leaden gray, the earth scorched black, and the survivors' eyes were filled with numbness.

When a small squad of dozens of gnolls, grinning maliciously, stormed into this desolate land, ready to enjoy a bloody feast, a figure descended from the sky.

That's right.

He did not unleash a tremendous energy storm, nor did he display any world-destroying power.

He simply stood there calmly, reaching out his hand to the hungry survivors.

The next moment, a miracle occurred. From the cracked earth, a sweet spring gushed forth; withered plants were revitalized and bore plump fruit; the wounds on the injured healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the distortions caused by radiation were slowly smoothed out under this gentle force.

The jackals were stunned by this miraculous scene, then roared in fury and charged forward, brandishing their rusty weapons.

Ye didn't even glance at them.

He simply raised his other hand and gently shook hands with the charging gnolls.

No explosion, no roar.

Those ferocious monsters seemed to have been wiped from the world by an invisible eraser, disappearing without a trace of dust.

Within the settlement, there was a deathly silence.

After a brief moment of stunned silence came a deafening roar of ecstasy and awe. The survivors threw down their useless weapons, knelt on the ground, and worshipped Jesus. They cried out, prayed, and hailed him as their "savior."

At that moment, Ye clearly felt an invisible, immense power surging in from all directions and flowing into his body.

That wasn't pure energy, but the hopes, gratitude, and prayers of countless individuals... These complex wills converged into a torrent, washing over his soul.

He saw their memories and felt their pain and joy.

Amidst the torrent of data, he saw a mother's tears for her child who had received food, and an old man's heartfelt praise as his wounds healed.

As he helped more and more people and defeated more and more races, displaying all sorts of miracles, this power of faith became increasingly pure and vast.

After combining his own power, a completely new authority began to condense within him—the prototype of "omniscience and omnipotence".

To better understand and define this power, Ye referenced the form of Zhang Qi's "Heavenly Way" scroll.

He opened his palm, and the light of his soul and the power of his faith intertwined, coalescing into a book that radiated a soft glow.

The pages were initially blank.

When he once again performed a miracle, turning a desert into an oasis, a line of text automatically appeared on the page: "He said, 'Let there be water,' and there was a river that never stopped flowing."

When he cured a city of plague, the book once again read: "Where his light shines, all sickness and calamity vanish."

This is the "bible" he created for himself, the embodiment of his divine authority.

The upper limit of a strong person's strength is determined by two things: the nature of their power and the "flow" of that power.

His "bible" is the schematic diagram of that infinitely powerful motor, and the faith of all living beings is the inexhaustible energy that drives it.

As long as his faith remains, theoretically, his power can grow infinitely until he truly touches the ultimate realm of omniscience and omnipotence.

The journey continued, and Jehovah's "Bible" grew ever thicker, with more and more "divine pronouncements" appearing within it.

To his even greater surprise, as his faith deepened, miracles began to appear in the believers.

In a battle to protect their newly established home, a devout young girl, on the verge of being torn apart by the claws of a demon, cried out in despair for the name of the "Savior."

In an instant, a warm and holy golden light burst forth from her body, forming an indestructible shield in front of her, blocking all the demons' attacks.

This light is completely different from the magnetic field rotation force that humans awaken through resonance.

It is full of sacred, purifying, and healing meanings.

Through the network of faith, Jehovah clearly perceived this scene. He understood that this meant the "path of faith" he had pioneered had initially gained the recognition of this multiverse.

I just don't know why, but the nature of that power... is so similar to the holy light of the angels?
At that very moment, in a sacred heaven so distant it defied description, within a magnificent temple perpetually filled with hymns,

The seraph, responsible for monitoring anomalies in cosmic energy, suddenly opened his eyes, which were burning with golden flames.

On the crystal compass in front of him, a faint but extremely unusual spot of light was flashing in an area representing the "mortal realm".

"Blasphemy".

The seraph uttered two words devoid of any emotion.

"False gods should be punished."

(End of this chapter)