The energy poured into the Book of Destiny frantically converged towards the flames, swallowing enough energy that the flames grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming palm-sized in the blink of an eye, and silently stopped in the chest.

The fighting qi in the body flowed through the chest, and after the tempering of the divine fire, the impurities were removed, and it was transformed into pure divine power, which converged on the forehead, forming a crystal clear hexagonal godhead.

The thunder shifted part of the thread of faith to the Godhead, and countless chaotic prayers poured into his mind, his brain buzzed, and his ability to think came to a halt for a moment.

The Book of Destiny shook slightly, white light poured into his mind, his body shook, and he came to his senses in an instant. Looking at the thread of faith connected to the Godhead, I was terrified for a while. He was almost stunned by the various hopes of the believers, and completely became a madman.

Lei Ming came back to his senses and did not hesitate to block the voices of most of the believers, leaving only some important believers to convey the message. The rest of the thread of faith is left directly in the Book of Destiny, and when it is used to it, it is gradually transferred to the Godhead. Anyway, the energy transformed by the Book of Destiny is far purer than that of the Divine Fire Transformation, which is beneficial and harmless.

Thundered!

One after another, the rules of the half-plane began to crumble, and the void turbulence tore through the plane barrier and began to infiltrate into the plane. Everywhere the energy passed, space and land turned into nothingness, and storms raged everywhere, constantly destroying the entire plane.

"I can't hold on, Your Highness, if you're all right, please hurry up!" the plane avatar sent a message asking for help.

Lei Ming suddenly opened his eyes, the terrifying momentum came out of his body, the plane seemed to be angry, and the purple thunder and lightning that were more than ten miles long slashed down, the storm dissipated, and the ruptured space gradually began to heal.

At this moment, his whole body was shrouded in a golden light, and his appearance became blurred. Even if you see what he looks like, you will forget it in the blink of an eye. Only those who are also gods can see and remember.

Thunder incarnates a fifty-meter-tall giant, like an ancient titan. One step out, appearing in the void outside the plane. The hands were like giant hammers, with huge energy phantoms, bombarding the void turbulence. Transparent regular silk threads stretched out, revealing a mysterious aura, suppressing the energy of the riot.

The roar of the void continued to sound, and from a distance, a tall golden giant, his hands kept raising and falling, in the sea of energy of the tyrant. The energy of the riots of the suppressors. Transformed into a peaceful element, it is swallowed up by the rear half-plane, providing the power to grow.

With the thunder in front of him to resist and suppress, the pressure of the plane incarnation was greatly reduced, and the rules were reorganized, and a black vortex several miles long appeared outside the plane, swallowing peaceful energy like gluttony. Absorb as much as you want, and those who come do not refuse, and it seems that they are never satisfied.

The shattered space within the plane heals, and the earth crack disappears. Patches of land began to spawn at the edge of the Void. Torrential rain fell from the sky, and it became a pond and river. A gust of wind blows, and the seeds spill out, creating a meadow.

Everything is developing on the good side.

In the blink of an eye, a day and a night passed, and after receiving the information of the plane's rules, Lei Ming stopped what he was doing, turned around and returned to the plane. Void turbulence is not so easy to suppress. This day consumed most of his energy, and if it weren't for the continuous influx of faith power, it would have been exhausted long ago.

Stand in mid-air. Looking at the plane that had expanded more than ten times, Lei Ming breathed a long sigh of relief. "Mina, bring in all your people outside!"

"Yes, my lord. Mina expressed her true joy that after three thousand years, their Treant clan finally had a race god again. From now on, everyone no longer has to hide in Tibet, for fear of being arrested and becoming the plaything of the aristocracy.

Thousands of praying dryads shed tears of joy, and if it weren't for the fear of making a bad impression on the race god, they would have already begun to cheer and dance.

Legend has it that when the dryads are happy, they dance, and thousands of them dance together, and their graceful dancing can even attract the attention of the gods. It's just that, since 3,000 years ago, there are no more than so many tree spirits to dance sincerely.

Lei Ming smiled slightly, and just as he wanted to say something more, a message came to his mind through the Book of Fate. His face changed, and anger welled up in his heart. A large golden hand reached out, ignoring the distance limit, and appeared above the Forest of Thorns.

In the horrified eyes of the bounty hunters, it fell with a bang.

The violent air currents uprooted the nearby trees that had been around for thousands of years, and the earth and rocks were splashed, and a huge crater more than ten miles long appeared on the ground. More than 1,000 bounty hunters were slapped to death with a single palm.

"This is divine punishment? God, didn't you say that the Dryads don't have the protection of the gods?, so what was going on just now?" Seeing that the fellow who had captured the Dryant first was slapped into a meatloaf, the greedy eyes of the remaining bounty hunters changed, and only horror remained. Timid, even scared to pee his pants.

The majesty of the gods has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and in the face of the wrath of the gods, these people are only frightened, and all they have left is to kneel and plead, begging the gods to breathe the wrath of thunder and bypass their lives.

"To the great Lord of the Dryads, may your light always shine upon us. The frightened dryad was overjoyed and fell to the ground in a loud prayer. At this moment, they felt that all their previous efforts had been reversed. With the blessing of the race god, they can walk the world with confidence, and no one dares to provoke them easily.

The majesty of the gods is sacrosanct, even if it is only a demigod, no one will choose to offend unless it is absolutely necessary. Not only that, but after becoming a demigod, he no longer has to secretly preach, and he can spread his faith on the mainland in an open and honest manner.

A door of light formed, and the dryads stood up and walked in one after another. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared completely. If it weren't for the pit in the ground, everyone would have thought it was a dream.

It wasn't until a long time later that the remaining bounty hunters breathed a sigh of relief and crawled out of the Thorn Forest. The Dryads have given birth to a new race of gods, and they want to pass the news back so that their friends and relatives don't capture the Dryads and inadvertently offend His Highness.

Earl of Grant, the prayerful faithful stood up one after another. Because the thunder gave back part of the power of faith, even after praying for two days and two nights, the believers did not feel the thunder. And, there's a feeling of refreshment.

Feedback on the power of faith is a common rule of the gods, but the amount of feedback is more and some are less, and most of them are around one percent. Thunder Ming gave feedback of two percent due to the power of the Book of Destiny to transform faith and almost no waste. This will not only greatly increase the devotion of believers, but also allow believers to live a little longer.

The leaders of the major forces gathered in the square, and a new demigod was born, which is a big event, and everyone can only rest assured if they have seen it with their own eyes, which is related to the division of the place of faith in the future.

"Welcome to the coming of our Lord. Camila seemed to have a premonition of something, and fell to her knees respectfully and prayed sincerely.

"Camilla, as the first saint of the Cult of Destiny, I grant you the strength of the Golden Knight rank, and from now on you will be the saintess of the Cult of Destiny. Under God, above all men. The sound of thunder resounded in the sky, which was an official announcement of the establishment of the Cult of Destiny.

A thick golden light fell from the sky and landed on Camilla's head, her strength increased at a speed visible to the naked eye, and she slowly stopped in the blink of an eye when she broke through to the peak of the Golden Knight Rank.

All the believers looked at her with envy and admiration, but there was no jealousy. As a saint, this is the reward and glory she deserves. (To be continued......)