After being poisoned by mushrooms, all the strange creatures became fascinated by me.

What would you be willing to do to overcome the nagging resentment in your chest?

Tang Li asked herself.

He was reckless and fearless, taking risks and hoping for luck.

There's a post on a weird forum asking if it's worthwhile for players to worship the Weird Lord.

The most upvoted answer said: If you want to take one thing from God, you will have to give back a hundred.

So.

Tang Li thought to herself.

If I offer a hundred things to please the gods, I should naturally receive the one I desire.

"Gu Xiaomei," Tang Li suddenly said, "you have to skydive."

Without waiting for any objection from the other end of the communication, she continued, "I need your assistance in the original world."

"Two things. First, figure out if your world can currently separate humans from the supernatural, and if so, where are the supernatural beings contained after the separation?"

"Second, gather as many people who are supernatural or infected by supernatural beings as possible in the place closest to the instance."

Gu Xiaomei didn't mention any more words of refusal. She could tell that Tang Li was doing her best to push the plan forward, so she wouldn't be the one to hold her back.

Gu Xiaomei didn't even ask another question about the reason, nor did she look at the child who might be gone forever in the next moment. She simply said, "Wait for me."

The short-haired girl jumped straight from the high altitude.

Tang Li felt a little more at ease because of her companion's decisiveness.

She opened the live stream backend again, and the message section was filled with private messages from viewers to the streamer.

There were some dialog boxes that she knew perfectly well what was inside, and she never thought she would ever click on them.

The profile picture was all black, the ID was Qi Shou Zhou, and the status bar clearly displayed the words: I am willing to be the hyena of the adults.

This was the leader of the mad dogs who had previously clashed with her in the live stream; a rare exception among the group of fanatical believers who still had a brain. From beginning to end, he never believed Tang Li's repeated claims of "conversion" to "that person."

However, Tang Li's constant charade was so deceptive that more and more fanatical followers regarded her as one of their own, and Qi Shouzhou couldn't get a word in edgewise during the live stream.

So all her anger was poured out in Tang Li's private messages.

Tang Li clicked on the black profile picture, which had a red "99+" mark in the upper right corner. Instead of the insults and curses she had imagined, there were more questions and tests.

Very calm. Excellent.

Tang Li knew that the viewers in the live stream were watching her, so she said calmly without even looking up, "Qi Shou Zhou".

"Check your private messages."

He had indeed been keeping an eye on Tang Li.

"Damn it," Qi Shouzhou stopped speaking in the private message box at this point. Large donations flooded his chat with comments at the top of the live stream, and he said:

"Qi Shou Zhou: You want to send those eerie creatures out of the instance?"

"Qi Shou Zhou: Aren't you supposed to be a loyal follower of the Master? How dare you become a traitor within your own ranks?"

"Qi Shou Zhou: This dungeon is your territory! Every single monster within is your private property. They should live and die here, and you actually intend to smuggle them out?"

Tang Li's eyes flickered slightly. He was deliberately provoking the other "mad dogs," trying to reveal Tang Li's true colors to them.

But why would she be afraid? On the contrary, it was exactly what she wanted.

Tang Li also abandoned the private messaging platform and spoke directly to the live stream and to Qi Shou Zhou: "They're just a few weirdos who are almost completely out of their minds. How can they be worthy of being your subjects?"

"I am indeed reluctant to let them die because we are fellow players. But if I banish them, I will naturally offer them something better for you, sir."

A barrage of doubts and taunts swept across the screen. Tang Li suddenly laughed, tilting her head almost defiantly, her dark eyes burning with what seemed like fire.

"Qi Shou Zhou, didn't you question my identity? Didn't you suspect me of disloyalty to the Master?"

"Then tell me how to perform the prayer ceremony. I will personally ask you, sir, if you may expel these strange creatures. I will personally offer you a precious offering."

"I will prove my piety before everyone."

Qi Shou Zhou remained silent.

A moment later, he sent Tang Li a drawing via private message.

"Qi Shou Zhou: You think you can preside over a sacrificial ceremony? Fine, then prove it to us!"

Golden bullet comments flashed in Tang Li's vision, carrying a strong sense of mockery.

"Qi Shou Zhou: Archbishop, you're all alone. I'd like to see where you're going to gather a hundred men!"

A hundred people? Tang Li's face remained calm, but she was taken aback.

Other viewers' comments also began to mock Tang Li's slip-up.

"Oh no, that one sentence shows the streamer is an amateur." "Hilarious, the streamer really doesn't know anything, a complete newbie." "Streamer, oh streamer, offering sacrifices to lords is a strange thing, just a prayer requires at least a hundred people to perform at the same time."

Hundreds of people?

Tang Li snapped out of her daze and smiled.

Why draw such an arbitrary conclusion?

—Then I'll show you a hundred people.

next moment.

Tang Li's clear black and white eyes shattered into a dazzling kaleidoscope, and Jiang Hui's knife cut off the ends of her hair at an angle, the broken hairs scattering in the air and turning into tiny figures.

Hundreds of tiny pear-shaped figures twirled and landed hand in hand, their innocent faces bearing the same serious expression.

This time, more tiny figures appeared than ever before. Tang Li's face turned pale instantly, her supernatural power draining the last trace of color from her face. Yet, the kaleidoscope in her eyes shone even brighter, displaying a radiance that was both sacred and almost eerie.

Let's do it, let's do it.

The little Tang Li chattered away, its soft voice echoing in Tang Li's heart.

You are our high priest, and we are the obedient lambs you shepherd.

If one aspect of my faith is compromised, then even if hundreds of compromised aspects of my faith are combined, I will still be His most devout believer.

Tang Li closed her eyes, sketching the blueprint in her mind. There were no magnificent totems, no lifelike mythical beasts; in the mark of "that person," there were only concentric circles.

The divine seal is the gateway between man and God.

As soon as the hundreds of little figures landed, they scattered and ran around Tang Li, forming circles with their hands.

The little pear figures spun faster and faster, and before anyone knew it, they let go of the handle. The concentric circles grew larger and larger, their bodies forming every stroke of the magic array.

How can mortals see the gods?

Tang Li stood among the tiny figures, who were running and spinning. What she saw blurred into a colorful blur of light and shadow. Tang Li opened her eyes, and each of her shattered eyelids reflected the scenery they had seen.

She stands still, she runs tirelessly; she is the center of the circle, and she is also every point on the circle that forms the mark.

Amidst the blurry light and shadow, Tang Li lit the yellow paper in her hand.

The paper contains the names of Lu Qisheng, Liu Anbang, Han Mengzhen, and all those whom Tang Li prays for to be reborn.

The fire danced in her hands, but Tang Li didn't look at it or think about it; she just murmured her own words.

"I pray to you to banish these evil spirits, for they are not pious, they are foolish and lazy, they are muddle-headed, and all they do all day is useless labor."

The little pear blossoms ran around, and when no one was watching, a faint flame flickered in their hands. But what they lit were not yellow paper, but fragrant little pillows stuffed full of flower petals, bulging and plump.

"Sleep, sleep," the little Tangli people's voices were soft and gentle, like the softest lullaby in the world. "I offer you a pillow made of the most fragrant flower petals, my god, I pray that you sleep well all night."

The wisps of smoke rose slowly, meandering upwards in the air, gradually taking the shape of a dragon or snake.

Tang Li said, "I beg you to return these useless things to heaven and earth, and I will fill their voids. I will offer you a hundred times more strange things, which are clean and pure, far superior to the foolish people you have abandoned."

The little pears are still running, and new offerings are burning in their hands.

"Sleep well, sleep well," they whispered. "I offer you a blanket made of the softest clouds, may you have sweet dreams."

The yellow paper was already half burned, but the flames were growing brighter and brighter.

Tang Li said, "At this moment, I swear that I will never go back on this vow until I give you everything I promised you, otherwise I will make up for the void with my life."

"Sleep, sleep," the little pears covered their mouths, their voices growing softer and softer, "Don't be disturbed by my words. If I disturb your dreams, I will die a hundred times over."

The yellow paper was almost reduced to ashes, and a column of blue smoke shot straight into the sky.

The smoke column was bright, and the flames were blazing.

The smoke enveloped Tang Li, not with a smoky, fiery sensation, but how to describe this feeling? How could there be such smoke in the world, as captivating as its color, with a chilling coldness beneath its clarity?

Tang Li rises endlessly and falls infinitely. From ancient times to the present, who has had such audacity as her, using her own body to peek into the gods?

It was as if all the light and shadow in the world had flooded her eyes, and all the sounds of the world had resounded in her ears. In the endless chaos, Tang Li forgot her fear, and almost forgot who she was. She strained her eyes to see that place. Was she really looking? But her vision clearly couldn't hold anything more—

Tang Li witnessed all of this with every drop of blood, every piece of flesh, and every bone in her body.

She saw a colossal body lying coiled like a mountain, the enormous deity still slumbering; she saw wisps of smoke cascading down from one end of its body to the other.

She saw the endless smoke that enveloped her, stretching to the sky and connecting with the earth; she saw all sorts of precious lights swirling in the blue mist; she saw rare and exquisite treasures spread across the ground. She heard the crisp sound of pearls and jade colliding incessantly, white noise to lull the gods to sleep.

Tang Li stared at His body, and she should have been gripped by the instinctive fear that comes with human genes when facing a colossal creature.

But He was still, but He never opened His eyes.

So the gods accidentally allowed this insincere believer to see another side of himself, a side of magnificence and splendor that is beyond the imagination of most people.

Tang Li was dazzled and mesmerized.

The bluish smoke brushed against Tang Li's ankle, as if unwilling to be ignored and deliberately trying to get her attention.

The smoke is the incense burned by believers, and the treasures are the devout offerings of believers.

The yellow paper Tang Li lit emitted bluish smoke. The smoke mistook her for a precious offering to the gods.

—And so she was dragged along.

Tang Li should have been terrified, she should have been furious, but instead she couldn't help but laugh.

The gods remained asleep, paying no heed, offering no reply, and sending no punishment.

Beneath its enormous head lay a pillow of flower petals, and the tip of its tail rested on a soft, cloud-like quilt. The most important piece of paper, the yellow paper covered with names, however, was torn and discarded to the side.

Just as the rumors said, he only barely woke up once on the second day of the second lunar month. Li Dai, the most revered and mysterious lord, is the most emotionally stable deity.

Tang Li never, she never really wanted to communicate with "that person".

She was aware of His weariness and His constant slumber, and she took a risk just to complete a formal prayer ritual while He was still unaware of what was happening, offering a one-sided sacrifice and demanding.

So she prayed to the gods, but hundreds of little pears together coaxed the gods to sleep.

Those pillows and blankets, those whispers, had only one purpose: not to disturb my gods.

Tang Li hadn't finished her prayer; the last words were still pressed under her tongue as she said, "I beg you to mercifully hear this."

"If you do not respond, I know it is an implicit promise from you."

In this way, He had received her prayer. The deity's lack of refusal meant permission.

But strangely, the bluish smoke seemed to favor her.

Tang Li tiptoed forward two steps, her footsteps making a jarring, wasteful sound as she stepped on the gold and jade, sending a chill down one's spine. Tang Li picked up the yellow paper and carefully smoothed it out.

Since she's already here, may God forgive her for acting on her own initiative.

Tang Li looked around but couldn't find what she wanted, so she cut her finger with a knife and secretly smeared the blood on the tip of the deity's tail. Then, holding the list, she used the blood from the tail tip to draw a huge checkmark on the list.

With the layoffs completed, Tang Li smiled with satisfaction.

There was still some excess blood on the tip of the tail. Tang Li tried to pull the little flower quilt out from under the tip of the god's huge tail, but she couldn't budge it no matter how hard she tried.

She sighed and had no choice but to painstakingly wrap His tail in the little flowery blanket.

The bluish smoke still swirled around her, the silly smoke like some mischievous little animal with a tail, trying to tuck a wisp of itself into the small floral quilt.

"Let me go back." Tang Li folded the yellow paper and put it back in her pocket. She grabbed the particularly frivolous strand and wrapped it around her hand, whispering, "I haven't offered those high-quality monsters I promised to the master yet."

The bluish smoke innocently curled itself into a question mark.

Aren't you yourself a sacrifice?

Tang Li hardened her face, glaring at the blue smoke, and scolded in a low voice, "If your master wakes up and discovers that a human has invaded His territory, I will be crushed to death by the tip of His tail!"

"You, you'll be whipped into ten million pieces too!"

The blue smoke thought for a moment; its master's angry appearance was indeed terrifying. The blue smoke shivered and finally enveloped Tang Li again.

In the blink of an eye—

Tang Li returned to the dungeon that was on the verge of collapse.

Just then, Tang Li heard Gu Xiaomei's voice, seemingly coming from a very distant place:

"Tang Li! Weird—it's all ready!"