Sarah quickly sensed and immediately discovered the emotion of the other party was so clean and pure.

The supplicant was a young human who had never believed in any Divine Spirit.

According to Lear’s instructions, such supplicants were to be prioritized for conversion.

After confirming without error, she mobilized the invisible Power of Rules, activating the pre-recorded evangelization footage.

An invisible wave passed through the Space and reached Grayrock Village on the Wilderness Plains.

Aiven was still bowing his head in prayer when a strange vision suddenly emerged in his mind.

He seemed to be in a vast Swamp, the moist air filled with the fragrance of grass and earth.

In the distance, a grand city woven with vines and cacti rose from the ground, and on the city walls stood majestic Cold-blooded Cavalry, with Crowned Eagle Horned Beast Knights soaring in the sky.

Countless forms of life thrived in the Swamp, with Three-tailed Pig leisurely grazing on grass, and Seven-Colored Candy Dragons frolicking in the mist.

A deep and dignified voice echoed in Aiven’s mind. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"This is Weilu City, the sacred land of the Swamp. Believe in the Swamp God, and you will gain protection and rebirth."

The vision shifted, and Aiven saw a bountiful farm, Moonlight Mushrooms glowing softly in the night, and Swamp Wheat swaying in the breeze.

The villagers labored in the fields, their faces beaming with happiness, and the children chasing and playing, no longer crying from hunger.

Cold-blooded Cavalry patrolled the edges of the Swamp, driving away demons and beasts, guarding this paradise.

"The Swamp God shows mercy to all who suffer, join us and share in abundance and peace."

The voice continued, carrying a comforting power.

The dramatic scene slowly dissipated, Aiven suddenly opened his eyes, his chest heaving violently.

He looked around, the night remained, the Wilderness persisted, but the despair in his heart was replaced by a warm flame.

He did not know what it was, but he felt an unprecedented hope, that a Divine Spirit truly heard his prayer.

"The Swamp God..."

Aiven was stunned.

A blinding light burned in his eyes.

He could clearly sense the soul-deep intimidation and immortality.

It was irreplaceable by anything else!

Divine Spirit, truly a Divine Spirit... did that immortal presence turn its gaze upon him?!

In trembling awe, without any hesitation, like a drowning man finding the last straw.

He suddenly knelt down, pressing his head firmly against the ground.

His tone frenzied and fervent.

"Great Sovereign, immortal Swamp God... I, Aiven, a resident of Grayrock Village, am willing to offer my faith, my life, and my soul, imploring you to save us!"

The intense desire and Power of Faith, like a sharp arrow, pierced through time and Space.

Directly fed back to the Sacerdotal Faith Department.

Lear, who stayed to observe the situation’s direction, sensed it immediately.

His mind moved slightly, personally connecting with that Power of Faith.

In an instant, he could feel the other’s faith level rise directly to that of a Devout Believer... it was indeed exaggerated!

And exceptionally pure and clear, without a trace of impurity.

Along with a strong wish.

The next moment.

Aiven only felt that an indescribable majestic figure appeared in his mind, emanating an inviolable sacred aura.

It was filled with an indescribable sense of greatness.

Lear was very pleased to see the first believer after the plan was activated.

The effect was so outstanding?

Then the next plan for the expansion of believers... perhaps it could be even bolder!