Transmigrating over ten thousand years late, I was forced to become a mighty presence-Chapter 704 - 318: Sorrow of the Human Path_3

Izanagi-no-Mikoto believed that humans were too weak; even those Spirit Transmutation cultivators who had reached the Peak Stage were nothing more than slightly larger cannon fodder on the true battlefield of Hell.

The gods were the ones truly in command of the war against the Hell specters, so everything had to serve The gods. "The gods do not need brand-new clothes, nor do they need food to satiate their hunger; what they need is the continuous stream of faith and worship from humanity.

After some research by the local deities, it was found that in dangerous and harsh environments, humans struggle to meet their own needs for food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. A great scarcity of resources and the pressure of external crises give rise to more devout and purer faith in humans.

This faith, devoid of excessive distractions, stems from the instinct for survival. For the local deities, the faith and worship offered by such a devout believer are far more valuable than a hundred times what they would receive in a time of peace and prosperity."

Thus, Izanagi-no-Mikoto issued a divine decree, secretly abolishing most of the industrial system, causing Ying Island, which had already entered industrialization, to fall back into a dire state where it was difficult to be well-fed and warmly clothed.

Most humans could not find work, and the officials of Ying Island could only provide them with just enough food to survive, while propagating that all of this was caused by the mischief of Hell specters.

"As long as The gods defeat the Hell specters, they could return life to the standard it was ten years ago."

Upon hearing this, even Shen Yuan fell into a moment of silence.

Looking around at the many believers lined up in front of the shrine, their emaciated faces filled with numbness, it was only when their gazes turned to the shrine that a few undeniable signs of excitement arose.

In their view, it seemed that if they prayed to the local deity more each day, visited the shrine more often to worship, they might have the chance to no longer endure hunger.

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Regrettably, they had not realized that the suffering they were experiencing came from those exalted The gods themselves.

"If the Hell specters are truly defeated, would the gods of Sky High Plateau allow their lives to return to normal?"

Shen Yuan posed this question to Noro Mai.

Noro Mai hesitated.

"Should... Perhaps..."

"In that moment of your hesitation, you have clearly recognized the choice of The gods."

Shen Yuan looked on with a hint of pity.

"Most local deities do not care how the lives of mortals actually are; what they need is only the faith provided by mortals.

Having tasted these pure forms of faith, will they willingly allow mortals to return to their original lives and provide them with those diverse and mixed forms of faith?"

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"I... I don’t know."

"The gods will keep Ghost Objects captive, disguising everything as before defeating the Hell specters, using the existence of continually emerging Hell specters to scare the common folk.

As time goes on, the glory of the industrial era will become history, and humanity will lose their proud heritage. Civilization will steadily decline amidst stagnation.

In the end, what remains will be nothing but puppets providing faith to The gods."

A look of unwillingness appeared in Noro Mai’s eyes as she spoke urgently:

"What can we do then?"

"There is an insurmountable chasm between The gods and humans. Even the lowest of local deities would require tens of thousands of cultivators fighting desperately to have a chance of falling.

Not to mention those Great Gods, the Main God; they represent heights that humans can never climb, and there’s no chance for humans to resist The gods!"

Shen Yuan smiled, his voice calm:

"I am human."

Noro Mai was stunned; she stared at Shen Yuan in front of her, unable to believe that such a powerful being could actually be human.

In the millennia-long history of Ying Island, only the local deities, the monster tribe had stepped beyond the Spirit Refining Stage; they were the rulers of this realm.

In the ancient legends, there were cultivators within the Great Xia Territory capable of contending with the local deities, but that was ultimately just a legend circling among the upper echelons.

Yet now, a living example was right before her eyes.

Noro Mai opened her mouth, unsure of what to say, but then she heard the sound of Shen Yuan’s voice, tinged with amusement, rising again.

"So, I will teach you how to control everything in a human way."