Pleasing God is never a one-size-fits-all choice.

It's more of a two-way street.

The god metamorphosis itself is only a way for people to skip the stage of contacting the void, and to be able to directly contact the gods who want to make a contract, and the success rate is high, but nothing is absolute.

If it fails, it can only be said that it is not a good fit.

It's like in many cases, the vast majority of people have their own affinity for a certain direction, and the gods in that direction are often invincible.

In other words, there is a very unfriendly side, and no matter how hard you try, you will still fail, and there is no reason to say anything.

Everyone tries to make a pact with all the gods, but in most cases, there aren't many options for man.

Of course, genius is not among them.

After entering the quiet room, the room was unusual, not even a bed, just a few futons.

I don't think anyone came into the ashram to sleep.

The lights in the room are not bright, but there is a simple and dim light in a few corners, and there is a peculiar fragrance, and people are in it, and they unconsciously fall silent.

Zhang Teng is not a wealthy family, and 200,000 is also an extremely painful number for him.

So, he soothed two breaths, slowly sat down on the futon, meditated for a while, adjusted his state, and at the same time, the spiritual thoughts in his mind also surged, accumulating, like a longbow, pulling the bowstring full, waiting for the moment when it was ready to go.

It wasn't until the spirit reached its peak at a certain moment that the eyes suddenly opened.

Cautious and precious, Zhang Teng gently put his hand on the divine transformation, and his own spiritual thoughts seemed to be frantically pouring into it as if he didn't want money, his eyes were slightly closed, as if he was waking up from a dream.

Silently recited in my heart:

At first, the voice seemed to be a whisper, obscure, but with the silent recitation, the voice gradually became clear, and in the void it seemed to turn into a flowing river, spreading and spreading, towards the far land.

The gods who passed through this void could hear the pious voice.

"Heaven and Earth, Void, Distant ......"

"The Distant God of Distant Eyes......"

"Wandering Divine Master Zhang Teng, calling you in the name of the Divine Transformation..."

"Please respond to my call......"

"I will revere and love you as a cultist..."

"Please respond to my call......"

"Please respond to my call......"

The method of inviting the gods "Whispering" is a compulsory course for everyone from childhood to adulthood, in which the scales are complex, the pronunciation is even more strange, at first glance it does not sound like human language, but this method with spiritual thoughts, but it can make the sound spread farther in the void.

It is said that the whispers of the powerful when they ask for the gods can even spread throughout a province and a country, and naturally there are gods who wish to go, and the effect is extremely exaggerated.

It's just that Chen Shu has always heard of it, anyway, he himself has never seen it at all.

And "Whispering" is only the most ordinary method of inviting the gods, some of the methods of inviting the gods are more amazing than this effect, but most of them are some secrets that are not passed on, or abilities that can only be accessed after reaching a certain realm.

Zhang Teng's voice was still spreading in the void, and it seemed to have drifted far away.

I've been waiting for a response from afar.

And with the influx of spiritual thoughts, a faint light gradually grew on the divine transformation in front of him.

The light gradually began to brighten, little by little, like a candle flame, from a little glimmer at first, and finally to a faint light.

It seems to illuminate a void.

The breathless divine metamorphosis also seemed to give life to it in an instant.

Suddenly.

The surrounding space is like rippling, and the lights in the corners of the quiet room, like candles blown by the wind, suddenly sway, light and shadow are intertwined, and the shadows seem to be blending, and in this blending, it seems to be an illusion and a real thing, and a shadow also appears in the quiet room.

The shadow flickered above the other.

Zhang Teng suddenly realized: The gods are staring at you.

He swallowed his saliva, his mind was not distracted, and then read "Whispering" in a low voice

……

And at the same time.

Chen Shu, who was outside the meditation room, was also resting in a specially set up lounge, and the other person was not among them, Xu thought that Chen Shu was not reliable, and the two had no common language.

It just happens to save Chen Shu and take more words.

At this time.

Chen Shu heard a burst of calls again, the voice was solemn and serious, and there was a bit of piety, the voice went from small to large, from the initial murmur to the end as if it was calling in his ear.

The voice had only one sentence:

"The distant god of distant eyes, Zhang Teng, is waiting for your response......"

"The distant god of distant eyes, Zhang Teng, is waiting for your response......"

Chen Shu closed his eyes, and in front of him, a "sail" made of spiritual thoughts was quietly leaning between his thoughts.

There was no boatman on the ship, but Chen Shu sensed it as if he was going to be the one who called as soon as he stepped on the sails.

As soon as the thought moved, Chen Shu had already boarded the sails.

The next moment.

The sail crossed the endless land in an instant, and came to a dark place, and in the middle of it, a figure sat in it, which was Zhang Teng's appearance.

This is Zhang Teng's brain space.

On Zhang Teng's body, there were bursts of light blue light at this time.

This refers to the fit, with white being the worst, followed by blue, red, gold, and color.

The blue light on Zhang Teng's body was not extremely faint, it could only be regarded as an average level.

The degree of compatibility with him is not high.

Why are there gods entering the bottle, in fact, most of the gods who enter the bottle are not strong, but the potential is strong enough, and the spirit is no less than an adventure for the gods.

The speed of cultivation can be much faster.

Chen Shu did not rush to reveal his figure, but observed in this space for a moment.

Above Zhang Teng's figure, a small clear spring hovered over it, which was the spiritual sea transformed by the spiritual thoughts of the divine master, looking at the size of Zhang Teng's spiritual sea, it was only the level of entering the level of the god for the first time, and people felt like an ocean in it, but in the outside world, it was actually just the size of a pond.

The qualifications can only be said to be of the upper middle level, and it is obvious that no gods have entered the bottle so far.

If a god enters the bottle, it should sit on the sea of spirits.

But other than that.

Chen Shu could also feel the breath of more than a dozen gods on Zhang Teng's body, and those should be the contracts signed by Zhang Teng, leaving his own mark in them.

It's just that Chen Shu felt it carefully, most of them were non-rank gods with low strength, maybe they had some simple abilities, but there were only two gods whose strength was not much different from his.

All of them are at the level of the Wandering God.

But when Chen Shu wanted to feel these gods in detail, it was as if he was being resisted by an invisible barrier, and he couldn't go any further, so he had to give up.

It's almost observed.

Zhang Teng had obviously felt the gaze as well.

Chen Shu only appeared at this time.

Airplanes...

It's like ripples on the surface of the water.

Zhang Teng raised his eyes again, without warning, he only saw a clear and bright eye, which contained indifferent colors, weird and noble, it just appeared in this space, just looking directly, it seemed to cost Zhang Teng's strength.

"You, calling me?"

The voice rang out.

The voice is indistinguishable, like several people speaking together, but it is not cluttered and can be heard directly.

Zhang Teng swallowed and foamed, the You God Rank was the strongest god he had come into contact with at the moment, so naturally there would be some nervousness: "Yes." ”

He breathed a sigh of relief and spoke:

"Revered God of the Distant Eye."

"I am the Wandering Divine Master, and I have called you this time to conclude an apostolic contract with you, to walk the world on your behalf, and to spread the way of far-sighted vision!"

After all that's said.

He was a little nervous, staring into the void with his eyes, waiting for a response.

"As you wish."

There was a voice in that eye.