I'm not just human!

Secondly, when spiritual intuition is pushed to its limit, it can easily lead to mental instability and put one in a state that is very susceptible to mental damage or control, which is equivalent to exposing a fatal weakness.

Normally, the practice of extending spiritual intuition to the entire planet is usually used for location purposes when teleporting or other spatial movement methods.

However, for Xia Fa, simply getting a clear picture of the situation in this small town is easy and carries little risk.

"What planet is this? Why is even the church in this small town in such dire need of repair...?"

Xiafa's spiritual intuition focused on a large cathedral in the center of the small town.

The roof of the cathedral had collapsed by more than half, exposing the beams and tiles.

Sunlight streamed through the hole, revealing dust and ash floating everywhere. The church was also covered in dust, with a thin layer of sand on the ground and even cobwebs in the corners.

As for the benches, altar, pulpit, etc., they were all naturally in a state of disrepair.

"A rage meditation group? They believe in 'calmness amidst rage,' a deity?"

Through the murals on the church walls and the fragments of scriptures scattered on the ground, Shafa quickly discovered the faith that the residents of this small town once held.

The reason it is a former faith is that, firstly, the church looks like it has been in disrepair for at least several hundred years, or even over a thousand years, indicating that the residents here have long since abandoned their faith in their former gods.

The second key point is...

The name "The Calm of Wrath" sounded very strange, but Shafa immediately thought of the eternal token possessed by Norton Dragon, namely "Eternal Fury."

Shafa had a deep impression of how Norton Dragon used [Eternal Fury] to enrage the Bronze Cleanser, and how He Himself was in a state of rage while remaining unusually calm.

Combining this with what his great-grandfather Sharatul had said before, about Norton Dragons obtaining [Eternal Fury], Sharfa couldn't help but come up with a very bold conjecture.

"Could it be that the deity [Calm in Wrath] was killed by the Cleansers hundreds or thousands of years ago?"

"Therefore, He was slow to respond to prayers and unable to help the residents with some simple problems, such as bringing rain, promoting plant growth, treating diseases, etc."

"Ultimately, this led the residents of the small town to become disheartened and abandon their belief in 'calm in fury'?"

Xia Fa thought about it more and more and felt that this was possible. In fact, if it were the first and second ten thousand years of the universe, or the first and second ten thousand years of the emergence of superhumans, a small town with a population of tens of millions would not have a church abandoned for hundreds or thousands of years.

The anchor that faith provides is extremely precious to the gods.

Apart from the nine principal gods who had so many followers that their faith overflowed and they were even able to create anchor spheres from the excess, the other secondary and external gods are basically in a state of lacking anchor points.

This small town was clearly within the church territory of one of the nine righteous gods, but He assigned it to one of His subordinate gods, namely the "Calm in Wrath," so that He could build a church and gain the first faith of the town's inhabitants.

Therefore, theoretically speaking, if [The Wrathful Calm] were to die, for whatever reason, the church here would immediately be replaced, either reverting to the faith of the nine principal gods or switching to the faith of other secondary and external gods.

But now, Xia Fa knows that from ten thousand years ago, all nine true gods except for the [Silver Universe] were fake, until recently when the [Paradox Clown] and [First History] returned to fight their way back.

The reason why this is the case here is very clear.

Clearly, [Raging Calm] was accidentally killed hundreds of years ago, but the fake god didn't care about that. Perhaps, fake gods don't really need faith or anchors.

And His followers and other gods, for some unknown reason, did not demand the city's faith.

Ultimately, this led to the complete abandonment of the church in this small town.

"Judging from this, this is a very remote small planet in the universe. It must be very far from Gilgamesh, since it's nighttime there and it's still noon here..."

Xia Fa's eyes gleamed; the anchor point provided by a population of ten million was still very appealing to him.

Moreover, this small town is beyond the reach of the fake true god, and the other subordinate gods and external gods have not discovered it either. It is a perfect place for me to establish my faith after I become a subordinate god.

I can also respond to the prayers and sacrifices of the local residents, practice my skills, and I've heard that it helps increase my divine power.

Now, a large part of his anchor comes from the identity of the disguised entity, "Glutton."

Only a small part comes from one's true identity.

That small group actually consists of the farmers of Putet Farm in the Kingdom of Augu, as well as some residents of Putet City. The number has recently increased to nearly 900,000, but it is still very small.

Of course, he couldn't possibly respond to prayers and sacrifices as a "glutton." Although there were precedents of entities responding to their followers, they were far too few. If he did it too frequently, it would definitely arouse suspicion.

In that case, the faith that the tens of millions of residents of this small city can provide seems very precious and rare.

With this thought in mind, Xia Fa's gaze hardened completely as he looked up at the wall of flesh and blood that had appeared less than a few kilometers away.

This wall of flesh and blood seems slightly smaller than the last one, but not by much; it still seems to block out the sky.

A huge shadow was cast directly onto the city wall. The soldiers patrolling and guarding the city wall were all in a frenzy, grabbing anything edible around them and frantically gnawing on it. Some even began to gnaw on the stone wall.

This is the "hunger" rule of the wall of flesh and blood. Xia Fa experienced it once before and it left a very deep impression on him.

Under the influence of the "hunger" rule, everything will appear as delicious food in people's eyes, even the floor and stone bricks will look like greasy braised pork.

Under these circumstances, Xia Fa could understand why the soldiers had become like this.

He initially mistook the wall of flesh for a giant meat pie...

"When I'm disguised as a glutton, it seems that if I'm affected by its hunger rules, I can inflict some damage on it before it even realizes what's happening..."

Xia Fa's eyes flickered as he pondered, trying to find a foolproof plan.

The Wall of Flesh and Blood was basically at the peak of the Outer God level. Last time, it was because of its great reputation and the fact that it had actually hurt it that it was scared away.

And this time, if it realizes what's happening and attacks me...

Xiafa had no doubt that he would be swallowed whole by its massive mouth, which was covered in sharp teeth and formed a wall of flesh.

Therefore, we need to find a way to take a large piece of flesh from the wall of flesh, at least as big as the wall itself, and then scare it away, while also remaining unharmed ourselves.

If all else fails, we can simply scare it away, hold onto this small town, and wait until we become gods so we can return and establish our faith.

In the entire universe, a small town with a vacancy that happens to be the first faith is extremely rare to find.

Those planets that have not established a primary faith are either life-bearing planets still in a primitive state or war-torn lands, watched by many beings. Once the war subsides, faith will be re-established.

"Have it!"

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into his mind, and Xia Fa stood up, ready to take action.

The second floor of the small restaurant was completely empty; he was the only "customer."

Now, even in his gluttonous disguise, he can get up and move around freely.

……

at the same time.

Above the atmosphere of this tiny planet with life.

"The bard was right, the wall of flesh and blood really did appear here..."

The physical "fanatical tomb raider" is carrying a pickaxe and has a large iron shovel hanging uniquely at his waist. He is slowly walking out of the tomb-raiding hole dug in the void.

He saw almost instantly the wall of flesh and blood slowly moving towards a prosperous and peaceful small town below the atmosphere and above the desert.

“Last time, it was Lord Gluttony who forced back this wall of flesh and blood, and even ate a piece of its flesh. This time, Lord Gluttony isn't here, so I'll have to do it myself…”

The "unsealing" had already been done before the fanatical tomb raiders arrived. Since the non-human entities such as the Wall of Flesh, the House of Imagination, and the Endless Void pledged allegiance to the Cleaners, the entities of the Entity Redemption Society have reached a consensus.

That is, once these entities that have joined the Cleaners are seen appearing, we must do everything we can to disrupt their operations and weaken their strength!

If necessary, they can even be killed, but that would be extremely difficult.

Entities not only possess their own corresponding "rules," but even if they are destroyed, as long as the "concepts" corresponding to the "rules" still exist in the world, they can be reborn at any time.

For example, this wall of flesh and blood can be resurrected at any time, even if it is killed, as long as there are still people in the world who feel hunger.

Therefore, for the entities of the Entity Redemption Society, it is better to weaken their strength and disrupt their operations than to go through the trouble of killing these entities that have sided with the Cleaners.

Today, the bard somehow learned that the Wall of Flesh and Blood would appear on a small life planet in a remote corner of the Ancient Tree Starfield. He then contacted a fanatical tomb raider who was also in the Ancient Tree Starfield, and the fanatical tomb raider rushed over.

"This piece of trash once swallowed a great outer god tomb that I'd been eyeing for a long time. Back then, I didn't fight it out of politeness. Now, it's perfect timing. Don't blame me for settling this score..."

A ferocious glint flashed across the mud-covered face of the fanatical tomb raider. In fact, he was stronger than the Wall of Flesh, especially since the Wall of Flesh had been injured by Lord Gluttony and had only just recovered.

In this situation, he was very confident that he could defeat the wall of flesh and blood.

The avid tomb raider reached into his tattered pocket and immediately pulled out several strangely shaped burial artifacts: a gold mask, a clay figurine, and a platinum-made scarab beetle.

The avid tomb raider was just about to set up his trap when suddenly, he shuddered and froze.

His gaze, rather incredulously, landed on a three-story attic in the small town.

The attic, with its brown roof and white walls, was built in a rather elegant manner, clearly the work of a wealthy family in this small town, and it looked like it had only been built a few years ago.

But at that very moment, the fanatical tomb raider watched in disbelief as a family of five, who had been taking a nap in the three-story pavilion, all trembled and, without any resistance, turned into phantom-like images!

"The House of Imagination?! What's the House of Imagination doing here?"

The fanatical tomb raider muttered to himself, his face gradually turning grim:

"This is really troublesome..."

The House of Imagination is an extremely special existence among non-humanoid entities, and its strength is even slightly higher than his.

Moreover, the House of Imagination's extremely unique rules make it very difficult to deal with.

Originally, without the wall of flesh and blood, those fanatical tomb raiders would have been confident they could have taken on the House of Imagination.

But now, with walls of flesh and blood and a house of fantasy... if he's not careful, he himself might perish here.

Although he can be resurrected as long as there are tomb raiders in the world, considering that both the House of Imagination and the Wall of Flesh have sided with the Cleaners, what if they were to request the Golden Cleaner's intervention...

While the entities are difficult to kill, that is only if they do not encounter a being of divine rank.

If they are beings of divine status, then even if they are physical entities, they will be completely erased and will never be able to be resurrected through any concept in this world that corresponds to their rules.

At this point, perhaps because the wall of flesh and blood was getting closer and closer to the small town, the residents of the town had already noticed something amiss.

The entire town was immediately plunged into utter panic. Everywhere there were screaming figures running around, and people eating whatever they could find, regardless of whether it was edible or not. The pleasant afternoon nap was gone forever.

Even in the most remote places, if civilization has developed, there will almost always be extraordinary individuals.

Not to mention, there used to be a church here, so the residents have all heard of the terrifying "Wall of Flesh and Blood".

At that moment, the door to the three-story attic that the House of Imagination had transformed into opened, and the male owner, who had become an illusion, hurriedly came out and beckoned to the panicked residents on the street.

"Come in quickly! As you know, I am an extraordinary being. My family has a long-distance teleportation array left by my grandfather, who once reached the rank of angel. I'll take you away, to other planets!"

The man spoke with a strong and resonant voice, maintaining composure even in the face of such an apocalyptic crisis.

However, the residents who believed his lies, as soon as they ran inside, all of them, like him, turned into "hallucinations."

"Ugh……"

The avid tomb raider sighed and reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

He knew that the male owner of this three-story attic had lost his own consciousness and was actually being controlled by the House of Imagination.