After forcefully ordering Eight Clouds Purple to not use Fear to cultivate, Diablo sped up his pace.
Every time his feet touched the ground, a huge hole would be left behind. It was caused by his hard stomping on the ground.
Diablo chose to travel to the Kingdom of Xieshi by foot. It was not because he could not fly, but because he did not want to. Diablo insisted that the earth was closest to the demons, and the sky belonged to the gods. Diablo, a demon who killed on the ground, was born to pull the high gods down from their altar. This stubborn thought had long been ingrained in his mind.
Fortunately, Diablo's strong body gave him enough stamina and speed to reach the Kingdom of Xieshi.
"Is this the Kingdom of Xieshi?"
Jumping down from Diablo's arms, Eight Clouds Purple looked at the Kingdom of Xieshi in the distance.
"It should be here."
Diablo compared the information that the world had sent him and nodded.
Although it was a kingdom, it was actually more like a large human gathering place.
In this era where gods ruled and demons ran amok, humans did not have the concept of cities. However, even if they did, they would be useless in front of the former two superpowers. They were just unnecessary labor.
Therefore, the Kingdom of Xieshi was built with a temple as the center, surrounded by countless villages and towns. This construction method was also to allow these mortals to better pilgrimage. After all, if humans in this era wanted to survive, they had to rely on the gods.
The temple was made of wood and stone, which was completely different from the mortal's residence. Diablo could easily see some ancient and mysterious patterns on the wood, as well as the artistic creation of worshipping the gods.
With the temple as the center, the closer they got, the more developed and noble it became.
"Dia!"
While Diablo was carefully observing the kingdom, Eight Clouds Purple suddenly tugged at his clothes.
"What's wrong?"
"Dia, don't you think it's strange? Why was there such a large flat bottom in this place?”
Eight Clouds Purple pointed at the mountains surrounding this country with a puzzled expression.
"Where is this place? Why were these humans here?”Diablo looked at Eight Clouds Purple with relief. Naturally, he could tell that this plain was not formed naturally, and the land was filled with the power of the gods.
Diablo didn't care about that at all. Even the native demons could easily move mountains and fill the seas, let alone him.
However, he didn't directly tell Eight Clouds Purple the answer to the question. He only guided Eight Clouds Purple to think about it patiently.
"Oh ~~~ Petty!"
Eight Clouds Purple looked at Diablo with dissatisfaction. She could tell that Diablo was going to let her think about the answer. Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked her two meaningful questions.
"Is today the day of the pilgrimage?"
Diablo ignored Eight Cloud Purple, who was deep in thought. He narrowed his eyes as he watched the changes in the kingdom.
According to the calendar of this world, today represented the passing of the old year and the arrival of the new year. It was also a day of worship for mortals.
From all directions, from many villages, men and women, old and young, all set off in an organized manner to meet their gods and pray for their blessings so that they could live in the new year.
Yes, it was true. Surviving was just surviving.
Just like Diablo's destruction of the town, it was a common occurrence in Yingzhou.
Natural disasters and demons were rampant. To the humans of this era, living... It was already an extremely difficult thing. They did not dare to ask for more.
As more and more humans came from all directions, they knelt on the ground and prayed to their gods. Of course, there were not many of them. As far as Diablo could see, there were only a few thousand of them. After all, in this era where transportation was underdeveloped, mortals who were weak could only visit those who lived nearby.
Strictly speaking, there should be hundreds of thousands of people in this country.
As the people knelt down and prayed, the door of the temple slowly opened.
In the past, there would always be people who came to worship the great Lord Suwaki and Suwako. Under normal circumstances, their sacrificial items would be taken away by Suwako's messenger, the frog. Only on a few days like today would the Lord God truly show his figure in front of the believers.
Humans and gods coexisted. In this era, the gods walked on the earth, and those who lived near the residence of the gods had naturally seen the face of the gods.
The door slowly opened, and the braziers in front of the temple were lit one by one. The sun had already set, and darkness had begun to erode the earth. In the darkness, behind the flames, the face of the god appeared...
" It's nothing much…" Eight Clouds Purple, who was watching all of this, pursed her lips.
Behind the dark flames, the figure and face of the god were faintly discernible. It was difficult to see clearly, but it could maintain a sense of mystery.
Countless mortals knelt and prayed, but no one dared to look up at the gods.
It was disrespectful to the gods.
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