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Chapter 225 Signs of Recovery
Zuo Ci stood with his hands behind his back on Tianzhu Mountain, the famous mountain in the scenic area, which was actually his original cultivation ground. His gaze, through the bronze mirror in his hand, took in the scenes of wild gods and unorthodox cultivators secretly causing trouble all over the world. A meaningful smile appeared on his lips, as if he was calculating something.

Meanwhile, chaos reigned worldwide as people searched for divine manifestations. Foreign lands, in particular, were increasingly drawn to unorthodox deities. Domestically, the prevailing belief was to believe in whoever seemed most powerful, with figures like the Jade Emperor and Laozi receiving little traction of faith.

The situation is different abroad. Their theocratic power has always been very strong, resulting in a huge number of believers being fooled and an immense amount of faith power being gathered.

In the twilight, the rose window of a cathedral cast an eerie bluish-purple hue, and suppressed groans echoed from the confessional in row 13. A blonde nun knelt before a gilded statue of the Virgin Mary; as her rosary slipped from her fingers, she suddenly saw black, sticky fluid flowing from the Virgin Mary's eyes.

That face, which should have been one of compassionate, downcast eyes, now had eyes that slanted upwards like a snake's tongue, and lips that parted to behind the ears, revealing two rows of serrated teeth.

“Lord…” Her prayer caught in her throat. Behind her came the screams of believers. The seventeen-year-old boy was convulsing in front of the altar, with swollen, lumpy growths under his skin. With each breath, the angelic halo projection above his head twisted into the horns of a demon.

The wooden door to the confessional burst open with a bang. The priest in black robes turned around, holding a blood-stained Bible. Blue-purple scales were visible beneath his collar. His gentle face, which had been listening to confessions just moments before, was now completely replaced by a snake's head with vertical pupils.

When he opened his mouth, what he spewed out was not a blessing but karmic fire that corroded the souls of believers, the murals of angels on the dome suddenly wept, and where the gold leaf peeled away, sacrificial runes carved from the ribs of believers were revealed underneath.

"Heh... This barbarian land is still the best. The barbarians here are no different from those foolish fellows of ancient times." The serpent-bodied wild god, disguised as a priest, chuckled twice, enjoying his spoils to the fullest.

Blood is seeping from the totem pole of the Aowanbo tribe. The 81-year-old high priest hangs upside down from a banyan tree branch, and writhing snakes, not internal organs, are found writhing in the open wound on his abdomen.

Three days ago, he led his people to sacrifice seven white bulls to the "Guardian God of the Rainforest." Now, the so-called "god" is stepping on his back and carving more than a dozen bloody lines on the newly erected totem with a bone knife.

"This immortal has a taste for fresh hearts." The wild god, now the "Guardian of the Rainforest," tossed his long hair, adorned with human finger bones, and walked barefoot across the burning campfire unharmed. The tribespeople watched in horror as the controlled black panther tore open the swaddling clothes of a child.

Hundreds of charred corpses float on the Ganges River in Varanasi, India. The "Ganges Goddess" worshipped by ascetics is actually a priestess possessed by a yaksha.

He stood barefoot on the floating corpses, and the bronze pot in his hand poured out gasoline instead of holy water. When believers drank the "divine water," the karmic fire in their bodies would be ignited, turning them into lanterns floating on the river.

Further away at the Taj Mahal, superimposed divine patterns emerge on the dome: the Buddhist swastika and the Hindu Dharma wheel devour each other, eventually merging into a mutated pattern of a blue dragon.

In the Giza pyramid complex in Cairo, twelve figures emerge from the shadow of the Great Pyramid of Giza, some dressed as Taoist priests and others as the robes of the Egyptian god Anubis.

Don't get me wrong, it's not these evil gods from other countries; it's all the domestic wild gods causing trouble. These guys descended to the mortal realm only to find that all the ancestral masters are watching them. They dare to cause trouble within their own country—they must be lovesick!

Moreover, they had seen the live broadcast of the battle in Fusang. Even without these immortal ancestors, the fighting power of the mortal realm was not to be underestimated. They didn't know that Yi Qing and his group came from other parallel worlds; they only thought they were powerful figures who had stayed in the mortal realm.

Since life isn't so easy in China, the foreign countries, with their abundant faith and little resistance, are a paradise for these wild gods.

Biyou Village.

After leaving Fusang, Yi Qing, Lu Chen, Qing Yuan, and the others returned to their base as transmigrators, namely Biyou Village.

Ma Xianhong: ?

"Looks like we're done for now?" Yi Qing said, finding a recliner and relaxing. They'd initially thought they'd have to fight the gods who descended to the mortal realm, but it seemed the battle in Fusang was over and they wouldn't need to intervene. The others also found places to relax. Many wild gods had gone abroad to wreak havoc on foreigners, but many remained in the country. Given their methods, they were sure to cause a lot of casualties.

But this isn't their own world. If the leader of this world isn't in a hurry, then they have even less reason to be. If Su Yun asked them to help deal with these wild gods, they would naturally give him face and lend a hand. But Su Yun didn't make that request, which means they are free to act as they see fit.

So many mountain and wilderness gods, as well as the patriarchs of various sects, were all in the inner world, isolated from the heavens and earth—something Su Yun hadn't anticipated. He only learned about the situation in the "upper realm" after acquiring the Fiery Eyes of Truth.

However, his only responsibility was to disrupt this pattern. His bottom line was not to cause too much disruption to the overall domestic environment. He did not make any detailed plans or set any specific goals. As for how things would develop, he left it to nature.

Su Yun had already mentioned in the transmigrator chat group that anyone planning to return to their own world should simply let him know in the group, and he would naturally send them back.

But none of Yi Qing and the others went back. They were already invincible in their own world. With so many things happening in Su Yun's world, they definitely had to stay here. Even if they didn't participate, watching the show was more interesting than their own world.

In theory, the various regions of the Severed Sphere are independent of each other. Originally, Su Yun only disrupted the domestic Severed Sphere structure, which would not have any impact on the international situation.

However, during the war with Fusang, Su Yun, seeking some amusement, broke the sealed-off barrier set up by Fusang. The severing of the natural order within China had been in place from the Five Emperors period to the Ming Dynasty. Although the Fusang gods weren't particularly powerful, it wouldn't be easy for Xu Fu to complete the setup single-handedly.

Xu Fu had utilized external forces during his planning, so that after Su Yun released the gods of Fusang, it wouldn't be long before the gods sealed in neighboring countries were also unsealed. This would have a ripple effect, altering the global landscape.

Even without the intervention of deities like Amaterasu, the activities of domestic wild gods in other countries would inevitably disrupt the original plans of those nations. A complete overhaul would be necessary; otherwise, the mere disappearance of the domestic "Severed Heaven-Earth Connection" wouldn't allow the entire world to complete its ascension.

At dawn, the Parthenon on the Acropolis of Athens echoed with the crisp sound of crumbling stone chips. In the cracked stone eyes of the Athena statue, a golden light flowed like molten gold. At the same moment, the waves of the Aegean Sea rose three zhang high, transforming into the phantom of a giant wielding a trident; beneath the pedestal of the bronze statue of Rhodes, lava slowly seeped along ancient runic veins.

The aurora borealis appeared in an unusual spiral shape, with green light condensing like liquid metal to form the outline of a rainbow. Inside the glaciers of the Jotunheim Mountains, the roar of the frost giants shattered thousands of meters of ice.

In the dead of night, a herd of reindeer in the north charged toward Kiruna, and herders discovered a World Tree pattern formed from golden manes on the deer's foreheads. In the fissures of Thingvellir National Park, a golden liquid, fragrant with mead, seeped—the divine grace of the Golden Apple Garden in Asgard.

The serpentine patterns on Tutankhamun's golden mask seem to come alive, with fine sand forming a star map as the snake's tongue flicks in and out.

At the same time, the shadows of the Giza pyramid complex began to move autonomously, the gilded spire atop the Great Pyramid of Giza began to reflect the light of the solar boat anew, and real tears welled up in the granite eyelashes of the Sphinx.

Suddenly, a circular halo with a diameter of 100 meters rose from the surface of the Ganges, and twelve rays of crimson-gold light shot straight into the sky. The pebbles submerged at the bottom of the river revealed reliefs of the Shiva Linga. At the top of the Ashoka Pillar in Sarnath, four lions back-to-back suddenly turned their heads, gazing towards the holy cities in the four directions.

Archaeologists in Chiapas discovered at the Palenque site that a star map depicting the coffin lid of King Pakal suddenly had twelve moving stars added to it.

At the same moment, a continuous series of muffled thuds echoed from the Castillo Pyramid in Chichen Itza, and the feathered serpent reliefs on every stone step trembled, as if responding to the spectacular serpent shadows under the sun.

In Guatemala, the Tzolkin calendar stone, lost for 500 years, has resurfaced among an indigenous tribe. Deep in the Amazon rainforest, explorers have photographed a crystal skull suspended in the canopy.

(End of this chapter)