Starry Sky Professional

According to Fang Xing's view, faith is a contract between humans and gods, a kind of transaction!

Believers offer faith and daily offerings in exchange for their souls ascending to the divine kingdom after death, achieving immortality and freedom.

But how could a true god's church treat a devout believer like this?

Furthermore, why haven't they been punished by the gods?

“This Wu Yong, it could be said that the people below didn't handle things well… but if I find other examples…”

Fang Xing looked around.

Drawn by the food, more and more wandering souls were gathering.

For ordinary cultivators, this might be a fatal matter, but for him, it was nothing.

“Go!”

He grabbed a handful of spirit bamboo seeds and scattered them on the ground around him.

One stalk after another of fire jade bamboo instantly grew, the bamboo rice emitting a delicate fragrance.

The wandering souls surrounding him instantly turned and began to gnaw on the bamboo…

Fang Xing released his senses and searched, finding a few more unlucky fellows.

If they are high-quality believers, there is a surplus, benefiting the divine power.

But if they are inferior souls, it feels like more is going out than coming in. For the gods, even breaking even is a loss.

Fang Xing felt that this was probably the drawback of those gods being migrants.

If they were ruling Western races, this wouldn't be much of a problem.

But for Western gods ruling an Eastern country and playing this way, there are big problems!

Eastern ancestors valued 'are kings, nobles, generals born that way?'! There is also a practicality.

No matter what god you are, if you are useful, we can worship you, but if you eat without doing anything, we will still tear down your temples.

Western ancestors believed that gods controlled everything, and when faced with great disasters, they only knew to pray for the gods' protection and blessings. Even during the Great Flood, they didn't know to escape or build their own boats, just waiting for the Ark, blaming themselves for their deaths because they were born with original sin…

But Eastern ancestors believed that humans could conquer nature. When the sky broke, they would mend it. When there were too many suns, they would shoot them down. If gods did evil, they would still slay them!

‘This group of Great Zhou gods, ruling Great Zhou with Western thinking, looks like there's no problem, but in reality, the problem is huge…’

Fang Xing shook his head; ‘For example, these wandering souls… if they had the ability, they would probably desperately bite off a piece of those true gods' flesh.’

‘Hatred is already accumulating in the dark.’

Fang Xing watched the memories of one soul after another, thinking to himself.

Then, he looked at Lu Zhong.

This temple knight was in a very strange state. On his body, there were face after face.

These faces were male and female, old and young… the only thing they had in common was that their expressions were all wailing and crying…

As an envoy of justice, he had to have compassion for the weak, and at this moment, feeling the emotions of these weak, Lu Zhong's faith was wavering: “No… My Lord…”

Lu Zhong's eyes were still bleeding as he saw an old beggar who had lived a life of hardship, donating his last copper coin to the church before his death.

But after death, his soul still fell into hell!

He saw a devout believer who had insisted on his faith throughout his life being ignored by the divine envoy because his soul strength was too weak.

Finally, he saw the souls abandoned by his own Redemption Church…

“Ah ah ah!”

Lu Zhong's expression twisted as he let out a miserable cry.

His faith wavered. How easily he had previously obtained power from the church and the gods, was how it was now backfiring on him.

Generally speaking, this kind of elite profession, especially a quasi-legendary powerhouse, would definitely have the gaze of the gods on him.

Once they discovered that he had fallen, they would definitely send down divine punishment, leaving him with no chance of survival!

But at this time, under the influence of Fang Xing's 'divine eyes cannot reach', the god Lu Zhong believed in did not discover that a subordinate had betrayed him.

Lu Zhong therefore gained a glimmer of hope.

“Ah ah ah!”

As Lu Zhong screamed miserably and holy fire burned on his body, the strange and illusory faces on the surface of his body scrambled to throw themselves into the holy fire.

Hee hee…

Haha…

When Lu Zhong stopped wailing, he had turned into a patient with severe burns all over his body.

Only his eyes were still bright!

Even his aura had taken a step further because of this, truly reaching the threshold of legend!

“Congratulations, you have recovered from the lies of the gods.”

“Now, what should you name yourself? Evil Warrior? Or… Avenger?”

A hint of a smile appeared on the corner of Fang Xing's mouth.

Facing this guy who wanted to kill him before, slapping him to death would only send him to the divine kingdom to enjoy himself.

This is the best revenge.

“Evil… Demon…”

He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse: “If you wanted to lure me into depravity, congratulations, you have succeeded…”

“Heh heh, what are you worth me doing?”

Fang Xing chuckled: “I just wanted to come to the underworld to take a look, using you as a guide…”

He stepped out, preparing to go to the next Ice Hell.

Lu Zhong followed behind Fang Xing, not knowing what he was thinking.

Now he had completely abandoned his faith and become a true 'unbeliever', and anger burned in his heart. How firm his faith in the gods was before, was how much resentment he now had, and he would spend his whole life seeking revenge on the gods, even if it meant death!

Fang Xing ignored this idiot who couldn't even stand the first level of hell.

His mind and will were incomparably tenacious, and even after seeing so many human tragedies, he remained unmoved.

Soon, they arrived at the Ice Hell.

Compared to the heat of the previous level of hell, the void here was constantly filled with a chill that could freeze the soul.

The souls wandering here were those whose resentment was difficult to resolve in the first level of hell!

Next, there were the Tongue-ripping Hell, Skin-peeling Hell, Mortar-pounding Hell, Chariot-crushing Hell…

Fang Xing toured and visited each one, occasionally casting spells to bless the ghosts.

Finally, there was the eighteenth level of the Unending Hell.

Named 'Unending' because it has no concept of time. The souls that enter this place will be tormented forever until they perish, without gaining redemption.

Drip! Drip!

Lu Zhong saw a wisp of wandering soul, already so weak that it was like a firefly, but it still had not dissipated.

He couldn't help but shed tears: “What kind of obsession is it that can cause one to fall into the Unending Hell and still not dissolve?”

“Heh heh… only existence is living. If you give up, you will truly be scattered and gone.”

Fang Xing sneered: “Living is the greatest obsession!”

He felt that with his obsession, even in the Unending Hell, he would probably be the most stubborn one.

The Unending Hell was not large, and the surroundings were gray.

The two walked for a long time before seeing a few firefly-like wandering souls.

“Evil… Demon… Your Excellency… what exactly are you looking for?”

Finally, Lu Zhong couldn't bear it any longer and asked.

He had this doubt in his heart before.

“I'm not looking for something, but looking for what's missing here…”

Fang Xing shook his head and suddenly stopped.

In front of him, there was a broken alms bowl.

Lu Zhong knew that this was also the transformation of a soul's obsession.

Being in the Unending Hell, suffering eternal torment, some souls chose to turn into stubborn stones and other unchanging things to resist.

Fang Xing slightly released his senses, and it was as if he saw an old monk whose ears had been deafened, whose eyes had been blinded, whose throat had been silenced, whose hands and feet had been broken, like a human pig, biting his tongue and writing scriptures in blood: “I curse… those high above gods… one day, they will forever fall into the karmic fire of the Unending Hell!”

“Not a bad wish.”

Fang Xing commented and threw the alms bowl to Lu Zhong.

Lu Zhong took it, first feeling the strong resentment, and then was shocked: “This alms bowl… actually gives me the feeling of a holy object in the church, although it is very weak…”

“It's a Tsukumogami!”

Fang Xing explained: “It has been here for hundreds of years without falling, and has automatically condensed a little bit of very weak divinity, cultivating into a Tsukumogami… For us Easterners, everything can become a god!”

Lu Zhong's habit made him want to say that this was blasphemy and desecration… After all, in the Western gods' concept, gods are born as gods.

But thinking that he had become an avenger, he solemnly observed the alms bowl.

This alms bowl was not a divine artifact, and its power seemed to be very weak.

But that bit of essence inexplicably gave him a familiar feeling.

It's like a young tiger can be bitten to death by hyenas, but it is still a tiger, possessing tiger威!

Fang Xing smiled and communicated with the water element.

Splash!

In this quiet Unending Hell, where even time seemed to have stopped, the sound of water suddenly came.

A quiet river suddenly flowed along the Unending Hell.

Fang Xing casually sowed seeds, and on the opposite bank of the river, one after another enchanting flowers appeared.

“This is…”

Lu Zhong increasingly couldn't understand Fang Xing.

“This is the other shore flower…”

Fang Xing said: “I just thought it was quite boring here, adding a little scenery…”

‘Do you think I believe you?’

Lu Zhong had a speechless expression.

He didn't need to guess what kind of destructive power souls that could sink to the bottom of the eighteenth level of hell and not dissipate for hundreds of years would have once they got the chance.

“Okay, we should go. If we don't leave, They will discover us.”

Fang Xing looked at Lu Zhong, and a green light suddenly wrapped the two of them.

…

Great Zhou Divine Dynasty.

In the wilderness, in a dense forest.

Nature suddenly opened its doors, allowing the two to walk out of it.

“I actually… left the underworld so easily? No… this is a power only gods have!”

Lu Zhong's dark eyes stared straight at Fang Xing: “Who exactly are you?”

Rescuing people from the underworld is the prerogative of the gods, and the gods delegate this power to the divine envoys.

Apart from them, no one else can do this. This is the foundation of the operation of the faith system.

“I am not a god, but I am indeed a great evil demon.”

Fang Xing laughed, his figure instantly disappearing, only his voice slowly saying: “Wukong Old Ancestor, True Demon's hometown…”

“Is it you? True Demon Lord?”

Lu Zhong's pupils dilated: “The True Demon Lord is not a false god, but a true god!?”