I alone have my own laws; I start by fabricating myths and legends of mountains and seas.

Chapter 125 The Door of Idealism

Su Fan may leave, but before he leaves, he must first become a teacher to all! He can be considered a commoner who becomes a teacher for all ages, and his words can become the law of the world.

Attila's identity will likely become one of the most significant figures in Christ, comparable to Adam, Abraham, Noah, Moses, and David.

Perhaps it was Su Fan's tendency to be a teacher that came to the fore. Of course, it's undeniable that it was too slow for this group of people who knew nothing about the faith and divine arts system to deduce it.

He's in charge of speeding up this process!

Su Fan, who plays Attila the Hun, the Scourge of God, sits on the ground with a casual yet naturally dignified posture, like an elder about to recount ancient wisdom by a campfire in the wilderness.

Cardinals, high-ranking clergy, senior officers of the Swiss Guard, and even the devout believers who were among the first to sense the surge of power spontaneously and quietly gathered around, forming a semi-circular listening area centered on Attila. Those in the distance, though unable to hear every word, pressed forward with bated breath, unwilling to miss what might be a divine revelation.

The entire St. Peter's Square seemed to have transformed into an open-air sacred academy. The Pope listened with rapt attention, nodding occasionally, lost in thought at times, his fingers unconsciously tracing the paths of the divine magic system of faith that Attila had mentioned.

The old priest was so moved that tears streamed down his face. He found that after trying Attila's method for a short time, the warm current of new life in his body began to flow obediently, even more smoothly than in many young priests. This made him even more convinced of his previous "enlightenment".

The cardinals listened intently, quickly memorizing and analyzing the information, trying to connect and verify this new system with the theological knowledge that had been passed down for thousands of years. Their faces were filled with shock and a thirst for knowledge.

Everyone listened and learned, rapidly absorbing new knowledge, until the mentor who had come on this mission departed.

The square offered only simple seating, clean water, and a small amount of food for the core listeners to use, so that they could humbly welcome a potentially long and protracted revelation.

This unprecedented enlightenment of divine arts lasted for three days and three nights.

Time seemed to lose its usual flow in this square shrouded in holiness and miracles. Sunrise and sunset, starlight and lamplight alternated, but the figure sitting quietly teaching in the center of the square, along with thousands of eager listeners around him, formed a sacred space that seemed almost frozen, transcending mundane time.

During these three days and three nights, extraordinary phenomena occurred, and sacred music filled the air, as if the entire faith of the Vatican and even the city of Rome was responding to this groundbreaking system-building event.

After three days and three nights, this unprecedented teaching session is finally coming to an end.

Su Fan, playing Attila the Hun, the Scourge of God, rose again. His figure appeared even taller and more mysterious in the afterglow of the setting sun and the lingering glow of the many strange phenomena, as if he had completely merged with this sacred land and this legend.

"The three-day period is over, the foundation is laid, and the path is clear. All that I can teach you is here. The road ahead is long and arduous, and you must measure it step by step and open it up inch by inch with your blood, tears, piety, and wisdom."

Su Fan, playing Attila the Hun, the Scourge of God, surveyed the crowd, his gaze finally meeting that of the Pope, the old priest, and several young priests who had demonstrated extraordinary talent and comprehension in their teaching.

"Never forget your roots, never lose your original aspirations. This strength is a shepherd's staff, not a scepter; a lamp, not a torch. A good shepherd uses the staff to guide the way and the lamp to illuminate the darkness, not to flaunt power or monopolize the light."

Having said that, he had no more lingering feelings. He took a step forward, and his moon-white gold cloak billowed for the last time in the evening breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers and the lingering sound of hymns, before disappearing into the crowd and the night.

A long, long silence fell over St. Peter's Square.

Then, the Pope slowly knelt down, not in the direction Attila had left, but towards the radiant St. Peter's Basilica, towards the supreme source of faith.

Tears streaming down his face, he mustered all his strength and led all those present in the grandest, most devout, and most complex prayer and thanksgiving prayer of the past three days: "Glory to the Most High! Thank you for sending messengers to chastise us, to enlighten us, and to give us a new shepherd's staff and a lamp! We will not fail in our trust, but will walk this new path with faith and love, to the ends of the earth! Amen!"

"6

"Good heavens! I'm exhausted. How was the harvest this time?" Su Fan asked as he appeared at home.

"This time, they've truly drained the accumulated wisdom of Christ over a thousand years! And the system of divine faith has indeed made further progress!" —The voice of Heaven.

Sounded.

"So fast? That can't be right!" Su Fan was somewhat surprised. After all, he had just spread the faith-based divine magic system as the Scourge of God. How could it have borne fruit so quickly?

Su Fan was aware of the level of understanding those people had of the faith and divine magic system. Even if there were innovations, it shouldn't have happened so quickly; it didn't make sense.

"The faith-based divine magic system we've been spreading has undergone a slight mutation upon contact with reality. Essentially, this process involves forcibly constructing an orderly set of rules for extraction, transformation, and application within the existing, vast, yet chaotic field of faith-based mental energy in this world. It not only activated the vast, dormant faith power stored within the Vatican and the entire Western faith network, but also imprinted a profound mark on the hearts of countless devout believers that divine magic is feasible and the New Testament has been established. I used a portion of it as material and fuel," Tiandao explained.

"I still don't quite understand. The world is real. You don't mean to say that we've ruined the world and that collective consciousness can influence and distort the course of reality, do you?" Su Fan asked after thinking for a moment. If that's the case, then this time we might have messed up.

"Let me explain it to you simply!" The voice of the Heavenly Dao was unhurried. "We previously deduced extraordinary systems, such as the magician system. No matter how we deduced it, it was impossible to deduce. A small trick like turning stone into gold—the world would never accept this rule, because this world is material, and the spirit cannot influence matter. But now things have changed—"

"You've still changed the art style, so you mean this world has transformed from a materialistic world to an idealistic world?" Su Fan asked.

"You're dreaming. You can't change the fundamental nature of the world with the faith of a sect that's been around for thousands of years. No matter how big the fulcrum, it's impossible." The voice of the Heavenly Dao was somewhat disdainful. "At most, we've created a small opening, and it's very, very small."

"So, suppose someone believes they are not dead, can they rely on their strong will to believe they are not dead, and thus remain alive?" Su Fan asked with great interest.