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Rather than believing in others and pinning their hopes in others, more people would rather believe in themselves than being more reliable than having great power.

Maybe it's because ordinary people are gradually becoming stronger and more confident that they start to stop believing in those ethereal gods, right?

Just like their cultivators, they may respect a certain strong person and fear a certain strong person, but when it comes to faith? No, they don't have faith, even the ancestor of the sect, they only respect it, but they can't talk about faith.

All cultivators never believe in anyone else, but in themselves. Including Ling Bing himself!

Only the weak will believe in others, rely on others, and expect a savior to protect themselves at all times, such as when the child is young, his parents are the people he believes in the most. But when a person grows to a certain stage and becomes stronger and stronger, his parents will change from the strong who can shelter him to the weak who needs to be taken care of, and he will feel that he is the strongest person.

The change of fate is due to its own growth. The weak will eventually become strong, and some things will inevitably be abandoned.

Perhaps, the Holy Race represented by the Holy Light is a part of the Blue Star Humanity that will inevitably be abandoned in the process of growing up.

Ling Bing was silent. In fact, the Light didn't need her words, all he needed was an ear to listen to. Thousands of years of words, thousands of years of worry and remorse had accumulated in his stomach, and he needed to confide, and he needed an ear to listen quietly.

"Without faith, the strength of our holy race will not be enhanced. We can only strengthen ourselves by absorbing the free aura between heaven and earth. However, this promotion speed is really too slow! Many newborn clansmen simply didn't have time to cultivate to a higher level, so because Shouyuan had arrived, they had to fall into the heavens and the earth and turn into dust!" The Holy Light withdrew the hand that had been placed on the skinny insect's face and retracted it into his sleeve, the expression on his face full of regret.

There weren't many of those newborn clansmen, and their talents weren't too bad, but they didn't have time to grow up at all, so they had to fall. Without the blessing of the power of faith, the newly-born Saint Clan was not much stronger than ordinary humans.

"Then why don't you go back to the mortal world to absorb believers? Even if human beings have powerful weapons, those ordinary human beings still can't escape the threat of birth, old age, sickness and death? As long as your holy clan shows something different in a certain way, it is impossible for you to not be able to receive even a single believer!" Ling Bing asked with his head turned his head and was puzzled.

"Who said we didn't go?" After the Holy Light heard Ling Bing's words, for some reason, he suddenly went berserk like a cat with a fried hair. "We went! But instead of saving our Holy Clan, it made our Saint Clan go up to the abyss of despair faster!"

The Holy Light's face twisted abruptly, the bruises on his face burst out, and a bloody red welled up in his eyes, revealing murderous intent inside.

The sudden change in the holy light made Ling Bing's heart throb sharply, and he involuntarily closed his mouth, pulled the fog demon, and quietly took a few steps back. Even the question that was going to be asked was swallowed back with interest.

At this time, the holy light is like a barrel of explosives, which explodes at one point, and it can't withstand a little spark at all. Maybe her question will be the fuse that ignited that dynamite keg.

The Light clearly understood that he was not fit to lose control right now, and he took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anger in his heart.

"You must wonder why I'm so angry, but if you know what happened to our Holy Clan in the mortal world, you can't help but be furious!" the Holy Light gritted his teeth. "Our members of the Holy Family, walking in the mortal world in various capacities, choose the right time to slowly manifest our miracles. However, I didn't expect that the consequence of doing so was not to attract the respect and admiration of ordinary people who were helped, but to covet it. Those hateful ordinary people, who covet our abilities, even capture our people, put them in laboratories, and conduct all kinds of cruel experiments. Bloodletting, cutting flesh, and fighting experiments, our people have become guinea pigs in their experiments, and have endured all kinds of inhuman torture. They want to crack the secret of our great power and transplant it to themselves. They want to have the same abilities as we do!"

The Holy Light's eyes grew redder and redder, and his teeth clenched.

The idea of letting the newborn clansmen cultivate in the mortal world was that he nodded and agreed, but he didn't expect it to harm those clansmen who were on a mission. He really didn't expect that those mortals had become so mad.

Rather than believing in others and pinning their hopes in others, more people would rather believe in themselves than being more reliable than having great power.

Maybe it's because ordinary people are gradually becoming stronger and more confident that they start to stop believing in those ethereal gods, right?

Just like their cultivators, they may respect a certain strong person and fear a certain strong person, but when it comes to faith? No, they don't have faith, even the ancestor of the sect, they only respect it, but they can't talk about faith.

All cultivators never believe in anyone else, but in themselves. Including Ling Bing himself!

Only the weak will believe in others, rely on others, and expect a savior to protect themselves at all times, such as when the child is young, his parents are the people he believes in the most. But when a person grows to a certain stage and becomes stronger and stronger, his parents will change from the strong who can shelter him to the weak who needs to be taken care of, and he will feel that he is the strongest person.

The change of fate is due to its own growth. The weak will eventually become strong, and some things will inevitably be abandoned.

Perhaps, the Holy Race represented by the Holy Light is a part of the Blue Star Humanity that will inevitably be abandoned in the process of growing up.

Ling Bing was silent. In fact, the Light didn't need her words, all he needed was an ear to listen to. Thousands of years of words, thousands of years of worry and remorse had accumulated in his stomach, and he needed to confide, and he needed an ear to listen quietly.

"Without faith, the strength of our holy race will not be enhanced. We can only strengthen ourselves by absorbing the free aura between heaven and earth. However, this promotion speed is really too slow! Many newborn clansmen simply didn't have time to cultivate to a higher level, so because Shouyuan had arrived, they had to fall into the heavens and the earth and turn into dust!" The Holy Light withdrew the hand that had been placed on the skinny insect's face and retracted it into his sleeve, the expression on his face full of regret.

There weren't many of those newborn clansmen, and their talents weren't too bad, but they didn't have time to grow up at all, so they had to fall. Without the blessing of the power of faith, the newly-born Saint Clan was not much stronger than ordinary humans.

"Then why don't you go back to the mortal world to absorb believers? Even if human beings have powerful weapons, those ordinary human beings still can't escape the threat of birth, old age, sickness and death? As long as your holy clan shows something different in a certain way, it is impossible for you to not be able to receive even a single believer!" Ling Bing asked with his head turned his head and was puzzled.

"Who said we didn't go?" After the Holy Light heard Ling Bing's words, for some reason, he suddenly went berserk like a cat with a fried hair. "We went! But instead of saving our Holy Clan, it made our Saint Clan go up to the abyss of despair faster!"

The Holy Light's face twisted abruptly, the bruises on his face burst out, and a bloody red welled up in his eyes, revealing murderous intent inside.

The sudden change in the holy light made Ling Bing's heart throb sharply, and he involuntarily closed his mouth, pulled the fog demon, and quietly took a few steps back. Even the question that was going to be asked was swallowed back with interest.

At this time, the holy light is like a barrel of explosives, which explodes at one point, and it can't withstand a little spark at all. Maybe her question will be the fuse that ignited that dynamite keg.

The Light clearly understood that he was not fit to lose control right now, and he took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anger in his heart.

"You must wonder why I'm so angry, but if you know what happened to our Holy Clan in the mortal world, you can't help but be furious!" the Holy Light gritted his teeth. "Our members of the Holy Family, walking in the mortal world in various capacities, choose the right time to slowly manifest our miracles. However, I didn't expect that the consequence of doing so was not to attract the respect and admiration of ordinary people who were helped, but to covet it. Those hateful ordinary people, who covet our abilities, even capture our people, put them in laboratories, and conduct all kinds of cruel experiments. Bloodletting, cutting flesh, and fighting experiments, our people have become guinea pigs in their experiments, and have endured all kinds of inhuman torture. They want to crack the secret of our great power and transplant it to themselves. They want to have the same abilities as we do!"

The Holy Light's eyes grew redder and redder, and his teeth clenched.

The idea of letting the newborn clansmen cultivate in the mortal world was that he nodded and agreed, but he didn't expect it to harm those clansmen who were on a mission. He really didn't expect that those mortals had become so mad, and instead of believing in other people and pinning their hopes on others, more people would rather believe in themselves, and nothing could be more reliable than having great power.

Maybe it's because ordinary people are gradually becoming stronger and more confident that they start to stop believing in those ethereal gods, right?

Just like their cultivators, they may respect a certain strong person and fear a certain strong person, but when it comes to faith? No, they don't have faith, even the ancestor of the sect, they only respect it, but they can't talk about faith.

All cultivators never believe in anyone else, but in themselves. Including Ling Bing himself!

Only the weak will believe in others, rely on others, and expect a savior to protect themselves at all times, such as when the child is young, his parents are the people he believes in the most. But when a person grows to a certain stage and becomes stronger and stronger, his parents will change from the strong who can shelter him to the weak who needs to be taken care of, and he will feel that he is the strongest person.

The change of fate is due to its own growth. The weak will eventually become strong, and some things will inevitably be abandoned.

Perhaps, the Holy Race represented by the Holy Light is a part of the Blue Star Humanity that will inevitably be abandoned in the process of growing up.

Ling Bing was silent. In fact, the Light didn't need her words, all he needed was an ear to listen to. Thousands of years of words, thousands of years of worry and remorse had accumulated in his stomach, and he needed to confide, and he needed an ear to listen quietly.

"Without faith, the strength of our holy race will not be enhanced. We can only strengthen ourselves by absorbing the free aura between heaven and earth. However, this promotion speed is really too slow! Many newborn clansmen simply didn't have time to cultivate to a higher level, so because Shouyuan had arrived, they had to fall into the heavens and the earth and turn into dust!" The Holy Light withdrew the hand that had been placed on the skinny insect's face and retracted it into his sleeve, the expression on his face full of regret.

There weren't many of those newborn clansmen, and their talents weren't too bad, but they didn't have time to grow up at all, so they had to fall. Without the blessing of the power of faith, the newly-born Saint Clan was not much stronger than ordinary humans.

"Then why don't you go back to the mortal world to absorb believers? Even if human beings have powerful weapons, those ordinary human beings still can't escape the threat of birth, old age, sickness and death? As long as your holy clan shows something different in a certain way, it is impossible for you to not be able to receive even a single believer!" Ling Bing asked with his head turned his head and was puzzled.

"Who said we didn't go?" After the Holy Light heard Ling Bing's words, for some reason, he suddenly went berserk like a cat with a fried hair. "We went! But instead of saving our Holy Clan, it made our Saint Clan go up to the abyss of despair faster!"

The Holy Light's face twisted abruptly, the bruises on his face burst out, and a bloody red welled up in his eyes, revealing murderous intent inside.

The sudden change in the holy light made Ling Bing's heart throb sharply, and he involuntarily closed his mouth, pulled the fog demon, and quietly took a few steps back. Even the question that was going to be asked was swallowed back with interest.

At this time, the holy light is like a barrel of explosives, which explodes at one point, and it can't withstand a little spark at all. Maybe her question will be the fuse that ignited that dynamite keg.

The Light clearly understood that he was not fit to lose control right now, and he took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anger in his heart.

"You must wonder why I'm so angry, but if you know what happened to our Holy Clan in the mortal world, you can't help but be furious!" the Holy Light gritted his teeth. "Our members of the Holy Family, walking in the mortal world in various capacities, choose the right time to slowly manifest our miracles. However, I didn't expect that the consequence of doing so was not to attract the respect and admiration of ordinary people who were helped, but to covet it. Those hateful ordinary people, who covet our abilities, even capture our people, put them in laboratories, and conduct all kinds of cruel experiments. Bloodletting, cutting flesh, and fighting experiments, our people have become guinea pigs in their experiments, and have endured all kinds of inhuman torture. They want to crack the secret of our great power and transplant it to themselves. They want to have the same abilities as we do!"

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