The greatest problem, the greatest terror under this heaven, is the unknown.

As great as the unknown about one’s future and fate, about the ways of the world, about history; as small as the unknown about a Cultivation Technique, a Secret Technique, about some item or some Secret Realm.

Especially when it comes down to one’s own person, it turns into a true problem.

But before this, Ye Zhen had rarely experienced such a problem.

Because at Ye Zhen’s side were the Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit Achou and Purple Spirit, these two fellows who had lived who knew how many tens of thousands of years; each could be called a living fossil, a living encyclopedia.

So many things, even if Ye Zhen did not know them, Purple Spirit and Yuan Chou could give him answers, and even present solutions that could be called perfect.

But as for the golden droplet condensed after the eruption of the Power of Belief of these fanatical Sha Clan people today, neither Purple Spirit nor the Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit Achou knew anything.

However, the one thing the two of them could be certain of was that this golden droplet was one of the very highest treasures in the Ten Thousand Worlds, and moreover it was related to Creation Power.

But as to how to use it, or what its function was, neither Purple Spirit nor the Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit Achou had any idea.

This made Ye Zhen somewhat anxious.

Within this golden droplet was contained an incomparably astonishing power; if Ye Zhen’s Spiritual Power could be called a brook, then this tiny golden droplet was a raging, surging sea.

As soon as his Divine Sense drew slightly near, he could sense the power inside that was vast as a sea, as mountains and peaks.

The power was so strong, but when Ye Zhen tried to rouse this power, he found no door by which to enter.

Ye Zhen’s Divine Sense could immerse itself within, but once his Divine Sense sank in, it was like a clay ox entering the sea; let alone mobilizing the power within this golden droplet, even the Divine Sense itself would disappear without a trace, losing contact with Ye Zhen.

"The mystery of the Power of Belief is not something ordinary people can perceive. There are hundreds of millions of Sects and creeds in this world, yet those who can grasp the mysteries of this Power of Belief are still as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns, countable on one’s fingers.

In those years my master swept across several great Heavens, yet in the end, throughout his life he never obtained the profundity of this Power of Belief. His eventual death and fall were also related to not having seized the mysteries of this Power of Belief." Purple Spirit’s voice suddenly became heavy.

In recent years, as Purple Spirit’s true body Primordial Spirit recovered somewhat, she remembered more and more things, but the more she remembered, the less willing she was to speak of them to Ye Zhen.

"However, some Sects and creeds that have been passed down for an extremely long time do have inheritances in this regard, such as the Heavenly Temple, such as the Ancestor God Temple, and also this Yizhi Divine Sect. Little Leaf, you can probe in this direction." Purple Spirit said.

Ye Zhen slowly nodded; what Purple Spirit said should be the most impartial assessment.

The Heavenly Temple widely gathers believers and spreads faith precisely for the sake of the Power of Belief, and the Heavenly Temple has so many God Kings and God Monarchs; they definitely know the secret of this golden droplet condensed from the Power of Belief.

The problem was that, under normal circumstances, Ye Zhen wanting to learn the secret of this golden droplet from the mouths of the gods of the Heavenly Temple was basically impossible.

However, Purple Spirit had given Ye Zhen a direction, and that was this Yizhi Temple.

According to the legends of the Sha Clan people, this Yizhi Temple was established extremely early, and in history had even fought a great war with the Heavenly Temple.

Whether they possessed an inheritance related to the Power of Belief was still unknown.

Ye Zhen had another direction, and that was the Ancient Barbarian God enshrined on Holy Spirit Peak.

To be able to become an Ancient Barbarian God, and to have the Southern Barbarian Clan offering Tributor to him, with a sea of fanatics, it was possible he possessed an inheritance of the Power of Belief.

Unfortunately, the Ancient Barbarian God of Holy Spirit Peak was still in slumber due to his injuries being too heavy; even with the priests of the Barbarian Spirit Hall lending their strength day and night, the time of awakening was measured in units of centuries, and for the time being he could not help Ye Zhen.

In fact, the person at Ye Zhen’s side most likely to understand the Power of Belief was probably Princess Changle.

Princess Changle had obtained the inheritance of the Barbarian Saintess and moreover possessed Creation Divine Power in her body; she definitely had some understanding in this regard, and might even have a secret inheritance.

But since it was a secret inheritance, it could not lightly be passed on. To have Ye Zhen thicken his skin and inquire after Princess Changle’s secret inheritance, making a woman feel awkward—this was something Ye Zhen absolutely could not do.

Since a golden droplet condensed from the Power of Belief had unexpectedly appeared, and in order to explore its secrets, Ye Zhen’s plans naturally changed accordingly.

Once his thoughts were settled, Ye Zhen withdrew his Divine Sense, and the green brilliance fluttering around his body instantly flowed back as though all rivers returning to the sea.

The Yidongqing Divine Tree that had just been rustling as it grew finally stopped growing; only the Yidongqing Divine Tree was still roaring in the wind of the Great Desert.

The life-force frenzy that had just erupted also calmed down in this instant.

At that very instant, the nearly hundred thousand Sha Clan people whose foreheads were pressed to the sand in an incomparably devout posture as they worshiped Ye Zhen, including the Blue Robe Priest Patan, all sensed something and raised their heads to look at Ye Zhen.

"Heavenly God’s protection, Divine Envoy’s might!"

"Heavenly God’s protection, Divine Envoy’s might!"

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Cheers of incomparable joy once again roared out like a landslide and a tsunami.

Many Sha Clan people, looking at the sea-like Yidongqing Divine Tree Flowers, began wailing aloud; many more rushed forward, desperately kissing each and every blooming Yidongqing Divine Tree Flower.

Even if their lips and cheeks were pierced by the Wooden Thorns on the Yidongqing Divine Tree Flowers until fresh blood flowed, they did not care.

This was their dreamed-of homeland, the ideal homeland they had yearned for over tens of thousands of years, and only today had it been realized.

After the wild joy, the gazes those Sha Clan people turned to Ye Zhen became incomparably fervent. One after another, they once more gathered around Ye Zhen, using what they believed to be the most devout method, kissing the tops of Ye Zhen’s feet.

This was the second time Ye Zhen had experienced the worship of the Sha Clan fanatics, and he could already accept it with basic calm.

In Ye Zhen’s perception, under the worship of the fanatics, his Primordial Spirit once again had a slight growth, and within his Dark Palace, that golden droplet the size of a soybean was also growing at an incomparably slow pace.

Letting these Sha Clan fanatics worship him as they pleased, Ye Zhen’s gaze fell instead upon Patan, the Blue Robe Priest of Yizhi Temple who was kneeling there.

The tear-streaked Patan sensed something and raised his head; at the instant he lifted his head, his eyes were already utterly composed.

"It was my negligence that let the dust of the Great Desert blind my Wisdom Eye and shake my faith in the Yizhi Sand Sea Sky God, causing me to commit the blasphemous act of doubting the Divine Envoy and subjecting the incarnation of the Heavenly God to what he should not have suffered.

But after today, my faith in the Yizhi Sand Sea Sky God will only grow all the more firm.

"Today, I, Patan, am willing to offer my fresh blood and my head as a sacrifice to calm the anger of the Yizhi Sand Sea Heavenly God. May the Yizhi Sand Sea Heavenly God forgive my humble self and let me return to the embrace of the Heavenly God!"

As he finished speaking, a blue Spirit Blade condensed out of thin air in Patan’s palm. With a flash of light, this Spirit Blade spun and sliced toward Patan’s neck.

At this moment, Patan closed his eyes with utmost devotion, quietly awaiting the arrival of that instant of atonement.

Seeing this scene, the Sha Clan people all assumed their most devout posture and bowed in worship toward Ye Zhen.

No one pitied or stopped Patan; they only wished that Patan could obtain the forgiveness of the Yizhi Heavenly God and return to the embrace of the Heavenly God—that would be the greatest blessing.

The Green-Robed Priest Laxen had already begun to tremble uncontrollably. Even his direct superior, the Blue Robe Priest Patan, had acknowledged Ye Zhen’s status as a Divine Envoy and was about to use his own fresh blood and head to wash away his sins.

Then what about him?

Patan waited for a long time, yet that Spirit Blade never descended to cut off his head.

At the instant he opened his eyes, Patan saw that blue Spirit Blade, as if it had met an invisible barrier, hanging motionless in front of him, while Ye Zhen was staring fixedly at him.

Understanding dawned in his heart, and Patan once more put his hands together, bowing to Ye Zhen in the most devout posture.

"The suffering endured by the Yizhi Heavenly God’s people is already more than enough. Now that the Heavenly God’s Radiance once again shines upon the Sand Sea, these unnecessary bloody sacrifices are no longer needed.

Patan, keep your useful body to care for the Heavenly God’s people on His behalf, and spread the Heavenly God’s Radiance to more places. This is what you ought to do even more." Ye Zhen spoke slowly in a sacred manner.

Facing Ye Zhen’s pardon, Patan did not show excessive joy. With an indescribable calm, he slowly kowtowed and worshiped Ye Zhen.

"Patan knows well that he has profaned the Divine Envoy and is willing to use the remaining years of his life to serve at the Divine Envoy’s side. I beg the Divine Envoy to be merciful and give Patan a chance."

"The Heavenly God will give you this chance!"

As Ye Zhen’s voice rang out, the Blue Robe Priest once again bowed to him with extreme devotion, then slowly rose to his feet and, with a cautious and reverent demeanor, stood in attendance at Ye Zhen’s side.

At the same time, Ye Zhen also quietly let out a long breath.

This fake god-stick role really isn’t easy to play.

Ye Zhen hadn’t expected that winning over this Blue Robe Priest Patan would go so smoothly, almost without any trouble.

In fact, strictly speaking, Ye Zhen had taken a huge advantage of that Yizhi Sand Sea Heavenly God. By displaying a so-called Divine Miracle and using their entrenched faith, he not only harvested so many Fanatics, but also condensed that incomparably mysterious golden water droplet.

However, since he had started this act, he had to see it through to the end; if you’re sending the Buddha, you send him all the way to the West. Now that the grand play had begun, he had to perform the full set.

In the next instant, Ye Zhen’s gaze fell on the Green-Robed Priest Laxen.

The latter’s expression immediately became extremely tense. Sweat poured down his body like rain as he hurriedly bowed to Ye Zhen with utmost devotion.

But Laxen failed to notice that Ye Zhen’s gaze had already turned incomparably icy.

"When the Heavenly God’s Radiance did not shine upon His people at every moment, it was forgivable that their faith wavered.

But as for those villains who, under the Heavenly God’s Name, oppress and exploit the Heavenly God’s people—such utterly heinous scum cannot be forgiven, even by the broad-hearted Heavenly God.

In the Name of the Heavenly God, I sentence the Green-Robed Priest Laxen, who oppressed and exploited the Heavenly God’s people, to the Sha Shi death penalty!"

As Ye Zhen’s words fell, Laxen immediately began to beg in abject terror, "Divine Envoy, spare me, I won’t dare again, I won’t dare again..."

Ye Zhen said nothing. The ones who answered him were the three Realm King Realm experts of the Black Sand Tribe, who rushed forward, captured Laxen alive, and dragged him away.

"Lord Patan, save me!"

"Lord Patan, I beg you to save me, I’m begging you..."

No matter how miserably Laxen screamed, Patan did not utter a single word, merely standing behind Ye Zhen with lowered eyes, meek and respectful.

A judgment made in the Name of the Heavenly God was something he had neither the power nor the possibility to change.

Half a Quarter-hour later, Laxen’s incomparably miserable screams echoed throughout the entire Black Sand Tribe.

The Sha Shi punishment is to seal the victim’s Cultivation and throw him into the midst of hundreds of poisonous insects in the Sand Sea, to be bitten to death alive.

Moreover, several of those poisonous insects specifically devour the Divine Soul, so in the end Laxen’s Divine Soul could not escape either.

For a time, countless Sha Clan people were immensely gratified.

Ye Zhen’s judgment today was in fact not made without cause.

During last night’s banquet, in his conversation with Hei Mann, Ye Zhen had learned a great deal.

This Green-Robed Priest Laxen, who guarded the Black Sand Tribe, was vicious to the core.

According to the will of the Yizhi Temple, the power of these Green-Robed Priests was meant to protect and bless the Sha Clan Tribes.

But Laxen used the power he held over the lifeline of the Black Sand Tribe to make all kinds of outrageous demands. The young girls the Black Sand Tribe had offered him numbered more than three hundred.

Even so, Laxen was still not satisfied. The number of Sha Clan people indirectly killed by him was at least over a thousand.

He was simply rotten to the bone.

Thus came Ye Zhen’s immensely satisfying public judgment.

"Punishing evil and promoting good is the Great Way of the world!" Looking at the rejoicing Sha Clan people, Ye Zhen felt a heartfelt sense of gratification, and his heart was filled with ease and joy.

At this point, Ye Zhen’s act of playing the fake god-stick in front of everyone was more or less complete. His gaze turned to the Chief of the Black Sand Tribe, Hei Mann.

"Hei Mann, arrange a quieter room. I have matters to discuss with Patan Priest." As a Blue Robe Priest, he was already an Advanced Sacrificer of the Yizhi Temple. Through him, Ye Zhen should be able to learn more about the Yizhi Temple.

"Your will is everything to your servant Hei Mann; it is also my honor!"