I was selling peach wood swords on a live stream, how did I become a Taoist ancestor?

Chapter 312 The Collapse of Faith!

A church in the New World.

The priest is celebrating Mass.

But the church was completely empty.

Only a few elderly people remained sitting on the benches, heads bowed, hands clasped together.

Just yesterday, this place was packed with believers.

But today, everyone is glued to their screens, watching the live stream from the Rocky Mountains.

Then, they witnessed the fall of the angels.

I saw the shadow of God annihilated by a single sword strike.

They saw those once high and mighty gods, who were like clay chickens and earthen dogs in front of that young Taoist priest.

"Father—"

An old man looked up, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Is the Lord truly omnipotent?"

The priest opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But he found himself unable to say anything.

Because he was asking himself the same question.

If the Lord is truly omnipotent, why did His angels die?

If God is truly omnipotent, why doesn't He send down divine punishment?

If God is truly omnipotent, why did He watch His servants be killed?

These questions have no answers.

I dare not have an answer.

White Elephant Kingdom, a holy city of Buddhism.

The believers gathered on the banks of the Ganges, their eyes filled with fear as they watched the figure riding a white fox on the live stream screen.

King Asura is dead.

The strongest warrior under Shiva is dead.

Moreover, it was a one-hit kill.

"God of Destruction—why don't you unleash your wrath?"

Some believers knelt in the river, looking up at the sky, their voices filled with doubt.

No one could answer him.

The Ganges River was still murky, and the sky was still gray.

The idols that once brought them peace now looked like cold stones.

Further away, young believers gathered together, whispering amongst themselves.

"Master Li of the Great Xia Dynasty—just who is he?"

He said he was a Taoist priest.

"A Taoist priest? Are all the Taoist priests in the Great Xia Dynasty this powerful?"

"And these gods we worship—"

No one dared to continue.

But the same question arose in everyone's mind.

If the Taoist priests of the Great Xia Dynasty could kill gods, what would be the point of them worshipping these gods generation after generation?

Northern Europe, a gathering place for Asgardian believers.

A group of elderly people dressed in traditional clothing knelt in the temple, watching the live broadcast, tears streaming down their faces.

Thor is dead.

Loki is dead.

The nine gods sent by Asgard were all wiped out.

"Thor—has lost—"

An old man spoke, his voice trembling with disbelief.

"How could he lose—he's Thor!"

Thor, the God of War of Asgard, is an invincible figure in the hearts of his followers.

But now, this invincible myth has shattered.

In a corner of the temple, a young man stood up, looking at the elderly kneeling on the ground and weeping, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"grandfather."

He spoke, his voice very soft.

"Perhaps—we should rethink this."

The old man looked up and stared blankly at his grandson.

"What are you thinking about?"

The young man remained silent for a moment.

"Think about what we believe in."

At the foot of Mount Olympus.

Inside the temple, a group of believers knelt before the statue of Zeus.

But at this moment, the once majestic and sacred statue looks somewhat ironic.

Ares is dead.

The God of War is dead.

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He died by the sword of a mortal.

Zeus's projection was destroyed by a single sword strike.

"The King of Gods—is afraid—"

A believer murmured, his voice filled with confusion.

"He was afraid of that Taoist priest from the Great Xia Dynasty—"

Doubts spread in the minds of believers.

If Zeus was truly the king of the gods, why couldn't he even protect his own son?

Why was even his own projection destroyed with a single sword strike?

These questions spread among the population like a virus.

The foundation of faith is crumbling little by little.

at the same time.

Outside the Rocky Mountains, seven enormous figures drew ever closer.

When the three-tailed white fox was about a mile from the command post, Li Jun opened his eyes.

"stop."

His voice was very soft, but the seven natural spirits stopped in their tracks at the same time, their movements perfectly synchronized, as if they had practiced a thousand times.

Li Jun leaped down from the white fox's head and landed on the ground, his plain Taoist robe fluttering gently in the wind.

"Taoist priest!"

Jin Hao was the first to rush over, looking Li Jun up and down. After confirming that he was not injured, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"That scared me to death! Those bird-like people suddenly appeared, and there were so many gods too—Taoist brother, are you alright?"

Li Jun shook his head.

"fine."

He turned around and looked at the seven natural spirits.

The three-tailed white fox lowered its body, its forehead almost touching the ground, while the other six also simultaneously adopted a posture of submission.

"These are the pets I just acquired," Li Jun said calmly. "I'm taking the white fox back to the temple."

He pointed to the six natural spirits, including the emerald green snake: "The remaining six, stay here."

Jin Hao was stunned for a moment.

"Stay—stay here? For what?"

"I'll help you." Li Jun looked at him. "Aren't you going to be in charge of the New World later?"

Jin Hao was stunned.

He never imagined that the Taoist priest had subdued these natural spirits to help him.

At that moment, Jin Hao's nose suddenly felt a little sore.

"Taoist brother————"

"Stop with that." Li Jun interrupted his sentimentality. "These nature spirits are now the true gods of the New World. Blessed by the power of the earth's veins, their combat strength is no weaker than in their prime. If there's anything that needs to be done in the New World, just give them orders."

Jin Hao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that he couldn't say anything.

To bestow titles upon deities.

The Taoist priest's casual remark contained so much.

Before the Dharma-ending Age, only the legendary Heavenly Emperors could bestow such an imperial decree.

But now, the Taoist priest did it so easily.

Jin Hao took a deep breath and nodded heavily.

"Don't worry, Taoist brother, I'll definitely help you manage the new continent well!"

Li Jun glanced at him, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

"OK."

At this moment, people from the New World arrived.

Jason walked at the front, followed by more than a dozen superhumans, and then military representatives and government officials.

They walked quickly, but when they were about ten feet away from the white fox, they stopped at the same time.

It's not that I don't want to continue, it's that I can't.

The pressure from those seven natural spirits was simply too strong.

Even though they had concealed most of their presence and had no intention of attacking, the oppressive feeling emanating from the level of life still made it difficult to breathe.

Jason gritted his teeth and forced himself to keep walking forward.

One step, two steps, three steps.

With each step he took, the sense of oppression grew stronger. He felt his legs trembling, his back sweating, and his heart pounding.

But he didn't stop.

Finally, he walked up to Li Jun.

Then, he did something that no one expected.