In the rice fields with withered wheat seedlings, the ground is cracked, and farmers with yellow sandy soil on their bodies look at the withered wheat ears in their fields, with helplessness and despair on their faces.
After trying a series of rescue measures without success, they finally placed their hope on the elusive and invisible gods.
So after asking the village chief to invite famous magicians and temple worshipers nearby, a grand rain praying ceremony began.
But it is a pity that no matter how much money the villagers spend, how rich the sacrifices they buy, how hard the sacrifices are dancing with all their heart, and how promising the villagers are, the sky is always sunny and cloudless.
There is no tendency for clouds to gather.
"Why don't you respond to such a sincere prayer?" In the humid swamp, a young man in rich clothes asked softly while staring at the big snake sleeping leisurely under the water.
Therefore, the big snake with spirituality and a bit of majesty suddenly woke up from his dream, and then looked at the existence with vast divine light blooming in front of him, and hurriedly lowered his head,
“I didn’t know that God was coming, but I asked God to atone for my sins!”
"Aren't you going to make rain now?"
"God, you think so highly of me. With the weather like this, how can I bring down enough rain to satisfy them?"
The big snake, with its pure white body and round and crystal-like scales like jade, replied sheepishly, and it was the god of water that the villagers in the village not far away worshiped to pray for rain.
"If you try your best, you can still do it."
"But if I really do this, I will turn back into the ignorant wild snake I was before." The big snake swung its long and thin tail and answered cautiously.
"Aren't you willing? That's right. The effort and the reward are completely out of proportion. This is the normal choice." Muria nodded.
"God, if you have a request, the little god is willing to do his best to satisfy it." The big snake suddenly panicked when he saw Muria's attitude. Although he didn't know the origin of Muria, there was no doubt about the divine light on his body.
It shows its identity. Needless to say, what does a god who can wander around represent? It is definitely an existence that it needs to look up to today.
"Don't force it, just choose whether to respond to mortals' demands according to your own ability."
Muria comforted the big snake that was suitable to be frightened by him, and then his figure gradually disappeared in the eyes of this little water god.
"Where does this great god come from? He is so powerful, but why have I never heard of the legend of this great god before? This is unreasonable!"
The big snake scratched its head with its tail in confusion, completely unable to figure out the reason. So it quickly gave up thinking and focused on the sacrifices of mortals not far away.
After a moment of hesitation, it chose to give up collecting the sacrifices and answer the prayer. It felt that it was unable to force a heavy rain that met the requirements of those mortals.
And just when Orochi was hesitating whether to continue sleeping? Muria had already begun to travel in a realm that seemed quite special in his eyes.
Well, special. Anyway, according to Muria's evaluation, the realm he is currently in is a very good place. If possible, he will try his best to conquer this place in a peaceful way.
What's special about it is the temples and temples that stand in large and small gathering places along with the cities, towns, and villages formed by the intelligent races in this realm.
These temples and temples enshrine different gods, or simply some fairies and wild monsters, alien beings who are willing to give shelter, and this is the most special place.
This kind of earth god system that seems to have scattered divine power and is not condensed into one place, Muria has seen it in the realm where his student Jiuli rose, but the realm he is in now is completely different.
In the realm that has been closed by Jiuli, the earth gods are fighting on their own, like warlords. Each earth god wants to devour and merge with the earth gods who are weaker than themselves.
But in the realm he was in, although there were also a large number of earth gods, these earth gods almost did not conquer each other. They had plans to strengthen themselves, and it seemed that there was a stronger existence that suppressed everything.
This is Muria's judgment. The relationship between the earth gods in this realm is too peaceful. Such a peaceful environment is not normal at all. The only explanation is that there is a supreme self-improvement.
Power suppresses everything.
Although somewhat unfree, Muria liked such an environment, because it was this environment that gave birth to the weak spirit he encountered when he first entered, and thus gave up the plan to conquer this place with absolute force.
Of course, this does not mean that everything in this realm is good. There are still many imperfections in it, things that still make Muria feel unhappy occur, and there is still filth in the dark places where the sun cannot shine.
breed.
But overall it's really good. At least Muria is quite satisfied. After he plans to gain the right to rule this realm, he will use force to clear out this realm, making him feel disharmonious.
Everything that is an eyesore.
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And several months passed leisurely in Muria's travels, and then one day, when Muria met a swordsman who took the initiative to find him, his relaxed and leisurely travel time became...
Declare the end.
"Why didn't you find me later? Such a relaxing time is very difficult for me. I don't know if there will be another time."
The young man with black hair and golden eyes stood up from the dining table in a leisurely and natural manner, stretched his waist, and looked across the street at a swordsman who was slowly walking towards him, holding a sword on his waist.
"If you continue wandering around here casually, my two sisters will go crazy. But let alone them, even I can't stand it. After all, you are really powerful."
Along the way, as if he didn't exist, the swordsman passed through the crowd in the busy city and finally stood in front of Muria, and then looked at Muria carefully.
"It's okay. I can't be considered truly powerful. I can only say that it's just average. I can barely make do." Muria was extremely humble. Facing a true god who holds the priesthood related to combat, he couldn't be too lazy.
Feel like everything is under control.
"Your Excellency is so humble. Even if you are on the other side of the world gate, you should be considered a strong man with your strength."
"Hey, it seems my background has been exposed." Muria sighed with some annoyance.
"It is not difficult to discover your origin. After all, your strength is there. This is the most reasonable explanation."
"Oh, that's it."
"So, Your Excellency, have you seen enough? If so, can you please go back to your original position?"