According to his previous deduction, 600 Great Desolate Crystals should be able to bring his cultivation level to the peak of the second level of the God Lord.
In that case, a total of three thousand Primordial Crystals would allow his cultivation to break through to the third level of the God Lord.
But now, the amount of Primordial Crystals he needs for cultivation exceeds his own expectations.
Calculated in this way, a total of three thousand Primordial Crystals are not enough for him to break through to the third level of the Divine Lord. He needs more Primordial Crystals.
This is not good news for him.
The Primordial Crystal is hard to find in the first place and very precious. It can only be found in the ruins of the universe. When masters in the God Lord Realm obtain it, they usually refine it directly and use less pieces.
This is because treasures such as the Great Desolate Crystal can only be continuously condensed in the Great Desolate Continent of the last era. Today's ruins of the universe no longer have the conditions to condense the Great Desolate Crystal.
In other words, one day, when the ruins of the universe are completely developed and the Primordial Crystals are excavated, it will be difficult for those in the God Lord realm to improve their cultivation.
After the Prehistoric Crystal disappears, the first level of the Divine Lord is the pinnacle of cultivation. Once you break through to this level, it will be difficult to improve again.
"Prehistoric Crystals, Prehistoric Crystals, there are probably many Prehistoric Crystals in the Ancestral Mountain, but it's a pity that we can't get in!"
Lu Ming sighed in his heart.
Ask him to imitate the Celestial Human Race and cut off the lifeline of the Ancestral Mountain to enter it, but he cannot do it.
This is tantamount to destroying a race. Besides, the Yan tribe also belongs to the human race.
At worst, you can look for Honghuang Crystal elsewhere.
Time flies, and two months have passed in the blink of an eye.
Lu Ming's cultivation level is still at the late stage of the second level of the Divine Lord, while Qiuqiu, although he is cultivating with all his strength, is still at the third level of the Divine Lord and has not reached the fourth level of the Divine Lord.
This day is the most grand festival in Tianxing Continent once every ten years. Almost all the Yan tribe members will rush to nearby big cities to worship their ancestors.
This is a festival that the Yan tribe has inherited for dozens of stellar years. It has been deeply rooted in their bones and souls. Even the gods cannot make them give up this festival.
Moreover, this festival only wastes a few days at most, and it only happens once every ten years, so the Celestials are too lazy to take care of it.
If you control them too much, it may affect the Yan tribe's belief in them.
Lu Ming used the Great Imitation Technique to transform into a member of the Yan Clan, and also came to a large city relatively close to Deep Lake and Deep Abyss.
He wanted to see if the plan was going smoothly.
This big city, called Lake City, ranks among the top big cities in the entire Tianxing Continent.
On this day, the Yan tribe from villages and small towns around Lake City all gathered in Lake City.
An open space in the north of Lake City is already crowded with people.
In the center of the open space, a huge altar has been erected.
"The sacrifice begins!"
An old man announced.
Everyone knelt down and silently muttered strange words, here are the words of sacrifice.
The sacrifice lasted about three hours before it ended.
After the sacrifice is over, you can disperse.
"Everyone, wait a moment!"
Suddenly, a loud shout spread throughout the audience.
Then several figures flew up and stood high in the sky.
Everyone at the scene looked at these people curiously, wondering what they were going to do.
"Everyone, now, there is something related to the gods that I would like to ask you to take a look at!"
After a middle-aged man finished speaking, a crystal appeared in his hand.
Lu Ming recognized that this was the Shadow Stone.
It seems that these people are all rebels against God.
The middle-aged man input power into the Shadow Stone, and immediately, a video of the Celestial Tribe using the power of faith to cut off his lifeblood appeared, and what he said at that time was clearly spread across the entire audience.
The eyes of all the Yan clan members were fixed on the video.
From calm at the beginning, his chest gradually rose and fell, his whole body trembled, and his eyes showed confusion.
After a while, the video finished playing.
"How could this happen? How could this happen? Is this a god?"
"They are destroying Zushan, are they cutting off the lifeblood of Zushan?"
"They ask us to believe in them and pray for them, just to gather the power of our faith to cut off the lifeblood of Zushan?"
"Why is this happening? They are gods!"
The scene was noisy, with countless people talking and shouting. It was unbelievable and they felt that their faith had collapsed.
Once something you have believed in for a lifetime collapses, it will be very uncomfortable and it will take time to adjust.
"No, that's not right. How do we know if this is true? Maybe it's fake? Are you people who rebel against God? Do you want to slander the gods?"
Someone yelled, and some die-hard fans of the gods still chose to believe in the gods.
"The video here is absolutely true. How can we fake it? And you have also seen the video. Those so-called gods show such powerful power. If that power is not real, how can we fake it?"
One of the rebels shouted loudly.
"Also, to see if it is fake, you only need to go to Zushan to see. In addition, when the lifeline of Zushan was cut off, did you feel like a disaster was coming?"
Another god-defying person also shouted loudly.
"The feeling of impending disaster, yes, I had it, on that day..."
"I have it too..."
Countless people shouted.
The time between them was actually right, and almost at the same time, they had the feeling of impending disaster.
"The lifeline of Ancestral Mountain is the fate of my Yan Clan, and it is connected to each of us. If the lifeline is broken, each of us will be able to sense it. Now, don't you believe it?"
A god-defying man shouted loudly, and his voice spread throughout the entire audience.
A smile appeared on Lu Ming's lips. He knew that the matter was done.
Sure enough, the confusion in the eyes of many Yan Clan people gradually disappeared and was replaced by anger.
"Bullshit, what bullshit gods, they are all fake, they are lying to us!"
"They will not lead us to prosperity at all, they will only bring us destruction!"
"I will never believe in them again!"
"Me too!"
"Let's go back and smash their statues!"
Countless people from the Yan clan roared and dispersed in droves, going back to smash the statues of gods.
This situation is happening across the entire Tianxing Continent at this moment.
In the huge cities of Tianxing Continent, the faith of countless Yan tribes in the Celestial tribe collapsed, and they smashed the statues of gods angrily.
Near Zushan, Yeling Tianshou and others have been living nearby, waiting to gather enough power of faith to cut off the second lifeline.
At this time, the power of faith they had collected suddenly disappeared without a trace, which alarmed all the Celestials.
"What's going on? What's going on?"
The guardian of Yeling roared angrily.
"Master Tianshu, not only has the power of faith that has been collected disappeared, but the subsequent power of faith has also disappeared. The channels connecting us to countless statues of gods have also been disconnected!"
An old man from the celestial race of the fifth level of God Lord reported.
"Go, send someone to investigate, what is going on?"