MC's career as foreign lord

"When I first arrived in this world, I always had so many whimsical ideas, wouldn't you say?" As Zhou Ren came back to his senses, he saw Corellon looking at him with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

This Lord of Light was truly unconventional and unrestrained. After discovering that there was no problem with the words 'everyone' and 'resolving conflicts,' he had been wandering outside for a long time, only revealing himself from the air after the departure of the Goddess of Wealth.

This time, Zhou Ren was even more certain of his judgment. As expected, these high-level deities possessed the means to control their bodies. Clearly, Waukeen's body was already out of control and leaving, yet she was still perfectly fine staying in his world.

"So, my Lord Corellon, what have you come here to do?" Zhou Ren asked. If there was something to discuss, he could talk to Waukeen directly. Why go to the extra trouble of having Corellon come down?

"You wouldn't understand. Work is the most unbearable thing in this world. I didn't expect that even after becoming a god, I would still have to work, and I can't get rid of it!" Corellon complained, highlighting a reluctance to work.

"Alright, why don't you go out and give your believers a look, let them see their living Lord God?" Zhou Ren said.

Corellon's lifestyle wasn't very relevant to him. The fact that he brought Waukeen this time was a great help. Before, when he asked the people of the Church of Wealth for help, they were always reluctant. Now, he wanted to see what reasons these guys would have to refuse him after the goddess personally issued an edict.

Moreover, he could mobilize the resources of the entire Church of Wealth. Without being controlled, he could do even more. The Wealth Church promotion plan that had been dragging on could finally be implemented.

With a carrot in one hand and a stick in the other, rewarding each sub-church with a Tree of Life, and even allowing them to possess a portion of it, what reason would they have to oppose his plan?

After all, most of the people in the Church of Wealth were humans. Even the proportion of elves and halflings was not high. What were these people thinking? Zhou Ren himself was human, and he could quickly understand—it was nothing more than the pursuit of power and profit.

So, he quickly focused his energy here. The affairs of the elves were almost ready. They had already taken the elves away. Did he really think that these legends wouldn't notice?

Corellon seriously considered his proposal and surprisingly nodded in agreement. He also knew that the matter of his descent probably couldn't be concealed, so it was better not to conceal it.

In any case, they also intended to raise Zhou Ren's status, so they immediately hit it off and directly revealed his figure in front of many elves. Watching these elves bow down in fear and trepidation, Zhou Ren also found it very interesting.

As the creator god of the elves and the true leader of the pantheon, Corellon's position in the entire elven race was, of course, unquestionable. He could even be regarded as the true blood ancestor of all elves in this world.

It was he who used his power in this world, in conjunction with the World Tree, to create the elven race, and brought in the elven creatures from another world, allowing an external race to drive out the dragons, kill the giants, and become the master of a continent for centuries without any foundation.

Again, if the five Crown Wars hadn't been too damaging, even crippling the inheritance of the entire elven race, it would be hard to say whether humans would be in charge of the continent now.

So, after Corellon nodded, indicating that he knew their sincerity, he ignored everyone's thoughts and directly floated upward with Zhou Ren.

"Don't resist in any way. I know you have some strange gadgets, but the elven kingdom doesn't have any traps targeting you, or we would have used them long ago!" Corellon said, "I will use the power of my main body to guide you up. Be prepared!"

"OK!" Zhou Ren nodded. Even though this seemed a bit unexpected, he was still somewhat delighted to be going to the realm of a god for the first time.

He could feel a green light seemingly descending from the sky, enveloping his body, and then beginning to gradually climb upward along certain passages in this world. This power was so powerful and magnificent that it even made him feel a little resistant.

However, the warm power from the MC system wrapped around him well, allowing him to move better in this light. He passed through the B-station of this world, passed through the area of the Astral Plane, and also passed through the endless void, and then arrived at a mountain range that existed in the void, yet seemed infinitely huge.

"Could this be the legendary Seven Heavens Mountain?" Zhou Ren said. The illusion of Corellon beside him had long since dissipated into nothingness. It seemed that the other party's power support had also reached its limit.

This made him even more curious. Why were gods, beings who clearly possessed very powerful power and a terrifying sense of existence, still so cautious even when going to a small plane? Wasn't this a special kind of restraint?

If so, what was the point of becoming a god? Was it just to allow people to restrict themselves, preventing themselves from exerting their inherently extremely powerful power?

He couldn't quite understand it. However, thinking about it, the gods of ancient times shouldn't have been like this. Was it because of the war that angered the God of Gods, causing all the gods to be confined to the Astral Plane or the Abyss, infinitely large areas where they could exert themselves infinitely?

He didn't know if the current gods held grudges in their hearts. Oh, those angry guys didn't seem to be doing very well. They were forever trapped in eternal slumber or endless silence. Thinking about it this way seemed quite reasonable.

Zhou Ren shook his head. His current state was actually very good. With no one watching him, even if that person might be observing him from the distant sky, he could stay in this position at his leisure.

After all, this was observing the entire world from the perspective of a god, simply a special and mysterious place. If a legendary mage could stay here for a long time, they would surely have an even more extraordinary and unforgettable experience.

He suddenly understood a little why those legendary powerhouses affiliated with the gods had even greater abilities and more unique and outstanding performances.

Even if you put a pig here, after experiencing endless changes in the laws and endless fluctuations in the starry sky, it would have a unique understanding. This understanding might not be particularly accurate, but it would inevitably have terrifying permissions that others could not imagine.

The understanding of the laws determines the level of combat ability. Each slight increase in understanding can elevate combat ability to another dimension. The sheer terror of this unique dimensional attribute is self-evident.

In the far distance, a vast, green world seemed to open its arms, welcoming him!

He slowly raised his head. Although this immense world welcomed him, the terrifying shadow it cast before him felt like a warning, urging him to concede rather than persist.

Zhou Ren smiled. "It seems even worlds aren't always friendly!"

Then, the world's suppression quietly vanished. He saw an arm gently caressing the edge of the world. The once oppressive and even terrifying environment suddenly became warm and open, resembling his own territory, finally granting him access.

No wonder these gods mistake me for the world's god when they enter my territory. This authority's power is indeed similar to what I imagined. Perhaps when these gods use laws, it's not much different from me creating weapons using my own authority?

As Zhou Ren pondered this, his body descended into this world. He saw winged angels flying in the sky, native elven races staring blankly at his descent, and illusory beings gathering where he landed.

He could even sense their whispers, their mental power, the inherent pride of the elves, which was indeed captivating.

If he guessed correctly, these legendary beings should be the so-called Holy Spirits, likely the culmination of all the elven race's accumulated strength over tens of thousands of years, a thought that was somewhat terrifying.

Therefore, it's not that no one in this world wants to attack gods; many do. However, they never considered how much power these beings, who become gods of certain faiths or races, have accumulated over countless years.

This is why gods' opponents are almost always True Gods. Without being a True God, they wouldn't even be able to resist the god's legions. Only gods can fight gods; only battles between gods can determine the outcome of war.

As long as the divine kingdom isn't destroyed and the believers aren't wiped out, the god's Holy Spirits will continue to revive in the divine kingdom. Unless you become a god and can directly eliminate these legends, you'll be entangled by endless legends until you're destroyed.

This also means that there are no victors in battles against gods, unless you eliminate their believers, cut off their power source, and prevent the god's power from leaving the divine kingdom, which offers a slim chance of success.

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The only race that had a chance of accomplishing this was called humans, and their empire was called Netheril. These mages who disrespected the gods almost succeeded, but they were destroyed by the combined forces of the gods.

Neither the previous dragon empire, nor the later elven empire, nor the current human era can replicate that history.

Because their lives are filled with the traces of gods, and modern human life cannot do without gods. Once they lose control of the gods' power, perhaps the entire kingdom will collapse.

Therefore, the power of the gods has spread throughout the world, and everyone can only repair and patch these forces, but cannot destroy them.

Zhou Ren refocused. Even if their power is strong, what can he do? It's not something he can consider now. Even though he's surrounded by many legends and has gathered the strength of many races, he still needs much more to make a move on this grand chessboard.

Through this teleportation, he once again descended into the elven kingdom, a truly green realm, a land of crisp, natural beauty, lush forests, towering mountains, clear streams, azure lakes, and emerald seas.

Every elven god here possesses their own kingdom. Compared to those divine systems with clear hierarchies or strained relationships, the relationships between the Seldarine pantheon, or rather the Sidhe pantheon, are particularly harmonious because their sacred domains have no clear boundaries in this land, as if they truly merge together.

He didn't stand there for long before a slightly ethereal Sidhe resident stood before him. This was a tall, male elf whose body quickly solidified. He should be a petitioner of the elven kingdom.

Petitioners are a very special race, originating from deceased elves with identical appearances. Their primary task in this kingdom is to pray to the gods and provide faith. When necessary, these petitioners, filled with the pure natural essence of the divine kingdom, possess extremely powerful combat abilities.

They are born to live in this world, granting them extra immunity and resistance. They can also continuously grow stronger in this world, possessing a uniqueness that other races find hard to match.

This is the benefit of living in a divine kingdom, but their lives are also bound to the god. Once the god of this kingdom falls or falls into slumber, or even if the divine power cannot sustain their lives, all the petitioners in this world will slowly perish.

At this time, they need to make a choice: die with this kingdom or become corrupted into something else?

"Please, follow me. His Eminence is waiting for you!" he said. For petitioners, identity doesn't mean much. In this vast wilderness, they all seem to look alike.

They possess extremely handsome faces and abundant bodies, as well as unimaginable special powers in this kingdom, yet they are still just pawns in the gods' hands.

They are the gods' most loyal believers and the sharpest spears in their hands. This vast and endless army of petitioners is the elven gods' confidence in standing tall in the heavens.