Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System-Chapter 811 - 373: Above the Daoist Master, Becomes the Steward; Offend the Mister, Suffer a Hundred Deaths!
He decided to uncover the ’Examiner’ behind all this. He wanted to see what kind of arrogant person was actually grading him, actually spying on his life!!
Starship, fallen souls, examiners, failures die.
All these together seemed to open a door to a new world for Su Tu, but everything behind this door made him extremely disgusted!!
Perhaps sensing Su Tu’s emotions, Lokara directly dropped to one knee, bowing his head to the ground, his voice resolute: "All who oppose the great Miao Fa are mortal enemies of our race!!"
"No rest until death!! Eternal battle eternal destruction, even if the Star River collapses, the era upturned, we shall annihilate them to soothe the frowning of the Divine!!!"
Lokara’s voice wasn’t loud, but the resolve and determination in his words were undisguised, as he spoke, countless figures as powerful as his aura appeared behind him, all bowing to Su Tu.
Seeing this, Su Tu’s expression remained unchanged. His gaze slowly fell on Lokara as he spoke, "Even though my aura is concealed, ordinary people cannot see through my cultivation."
"But, with your realm, it should be easy to see that I am just a minor Celestial Being."
"Is your loyalty to me truly reasonable?"
Su Tu spoke calmly.
Faith is built on an absolute gap, just like powerful races worshiping gods; even the Supreme bows before gods because they understand the immense power of the divine.
If they could stand on equal footing with the divine, the god wouldn’t exist.
This is the essence of the world; so-called faith is merely the survival of the fittest between the weak and the strong.
Even the fanatical Three Deceits Cult, if their god appeared before them with strength equal to theirs, that so-called faith would collapse instantly.
Not to mention, at this moment, the disparity between Su Tu and Lokara in terms of strength is incredibly vast.
The god of the Cave Race was indeed devised by Su Tu; from this perspective, it’s not excessive to say Su Tu is a creator of gods.
But solely because of this, solely because of an imprint, an insignia, could such a powerful being bow to him.
Su Tu found it somewhat hard to believe.
Though Su Tu sat calmly on his throne, his heart and spirit were already focused on the strand of hair, ready to strike with his strongest, final move at any moment if Lokara showed the slightest change.
However, upon hearing this, Lokara’s expression changed to one of extreme alarm. Without hesitation, he dropped to both knees.
"Oh great Miao Fa!!! Please forever trust in the Cave Race’s loyalty to you. We were born from emulating the Cave God’s actions. Our existence is to find you!"
"Great Miao Fa above, the essence of our existence is based on searching for you. Your will is everything to the Cave Race, and our life and death have always hinged on your thoughts."
"Regarding cultivation and realm, although I, Lokara, am dull, I once heard my god say that for you, cultivation and realm are the most useless things, mere measures for the weak." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
"And you need them not."
When Lokara spoke, his voice carried a tremble.
With Lokara’s words, under the blessing of Candle Wisdom, Su Tu could feel that he was not lying.
He looked closely at Lokara and suddenly felt a mysterious insight stir within him.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!!!
Through Lokara’s back, he saw a small straw man with only one hole in its face. It couldn’t show expressions, but Su Tu could sense it was joyfully smiling.
Like a child long away from home, finally finding his father.
Then, the next moment, the straw man transformed into a stream of light flying toward Su Tu, and simultaneously, within the entire warship, all the Cave Race members had tiny points of light appear on them, like drifting fluff, flying toward Su Tu.
They used the straw man’s stream of light as their core, weaving and transforming to form a very simple grass ring, which landed in Su Tu’s hand.
"This is..."
Su Tu looked at the bracelet in his hand, revealing a look of astonishment. It was a very rough, even somewhat shabby bracelet.
Made of intertwined grass roots, loosely woven, as if it would fall apart at any moment.
However, this grass ring was very familiar to Su Tu. During intervals of weaving those five straw men, Su Tu had casually weaved a grass ring, and this grass ring was exactly the same as the one in his hand now.
As this grass ring landed in his hand, Su Tu instantly felt a sense of authority dawn upon him, over anything belonging to the Cave Race. Age and strength didn’t matter; their lives were at Su Tu’s whim.
Even Lokara before him, whose true realm Su Tu couldn’t fathom, was subject to it.
At this moment, just as Lokara said, Su Tu was indeed the life and death of the Cave Race, their fate determined by his thought alone.
Realizing all this, Su Tu felt overwhelmingly shocked that a race’s fate could so easily fall into his hands, achieved simply by weaving five straw men within the Origin.
"The path of Origin is more extraordinary, more terrifying than I imagined. Everything in it reflects the past, leaving traces in history. So besides these five straw men, are all my other actions the same..."
