For Disaster-level powerhouses, faith is an important source of energy, but it is also poison.
Faith can make gods powerful, wielding incredible authority, but it also subtly influences them.
Therefore, most gods regulate their followers, ensuring their faith does not deviate too much, thereby guaranteeing their own independence.
Wen Wen had always known this, but what was the state of his faith?
It was chaotic, without any order, and even the followers of evil gods were not as disordered as Wen Wen's.
Heaven knew how Wen Wen simultaneously managed to be a public intellectual leader, the patriarch of male chauvinism, the founder of new environmentalism, and the protector of courtesans…
“However, faith isn’t entirely without its benefits.”
Wen Wen pointed a finger, and a beam of light shot out from his hand, causing a cheap potted plant in front of him to instantly grow rapidly, becoming high-class and impressive.
This ability stemmed from the faith of the founder of new environmentalism, allowing plants and animals to evolve in directions favored by humans, making the surrounding environment more suitable for human survival.
It was an unreasonable ability that disregarded the conservation of energy and matter.
The abilities of gods were to make things develop according to faith. Therefore, if psychological barriers were removed, this ability could bring significant help to Wen Wen.
However, with this mixed faith, Wen Wen could not walk the path of becoming a god through faith.
Becoming a god with such a mixed faith would only turn him into a mentally deranged lunatic. Although Wen Wen himself was not entirely normal, he did not wish to become even crazier.
Therefore, if Wen Wen were to ascend to godhood, he would have to take the second path, which was to become a god through strength!
The principle of becoming a god through strength was simple: keep getting stronger until you break through that limit.
Of course, actually doing it was far from as simple as it sounded; talent, perseverance, luck, and cheats were all indispensable…
Even though strange things were mixed in, the principle remained the same.
Even if you met all the conditions, if there were too many Disaster-level existences in the world you were in, and the supernatural power could not support the birth of new Disaster-level beings, you still couldn't advance.
Therefore, this righteous path was no easier than becoming a god through faith.
In terms of strength, those who became gods through strength were not stronger than those who became gods through faith. The only advantage was not being bound by faith, but in return, they lacked some authority.
However, among the Federal Judicators, only the Serpent God Quetzalcoatl had become a god through faith.
Due to the special environment of the Federation, becoming a god through faith was extremely harsh, and most existing faith gods were outsiders.
Moreover, although the real world was just a small, separate world, the possibility of encountering opportunities here was actually much greater than in the Primordial Land.
The Primordial Land offered infinite opportunities, but it was too vast.
If other Judicators could do it, Wen Wen believed he could too, and he eagerly anticipated the day of his advancement.
No longer anticipating becoming a god through faith, Wen Wen's use of faith power became quite extravagant. He attempted to use faith power to comprehensively renovate the headquarters of the Foundation.
Faith power possessed the ability to transform the decaying into the miraculous. As long as one was willing to use the ability, miraculous results could be achieved.
Eight days passed in a flash, and it was time for the meeting of the Alliance of Secret Organizations. The Federation's powerhouses were all focused on finding clues, while Wen Wen's spies had already infiltrated the meeting…
In a废弃 oil well in the East Oil Region, several figures cloaked in black were steadily descending on a platform.
The reason this oil well was abandoned was that employees heard strange noises, and after that, people often went missing.
Though it sounded terrifying, it was simply because the oil well had accidentally dug into a passage to the Silent Abyss.
Only a few people in the Church of Glory knew that the passage would open under specific stimuli.
That’s right, these figures in black robes were from the Church of Glory.
They were here to attend the first alliance meeting of the secret organizations. The Church of Glory dared not openly participate in anti-association actions, but their clandestine activities never ceased.
“Once the platform stops operating, we will enter the Silent Abyss. Remember to follow the direction of the indicator lights after entering,” said the elder leading the group.
They all held palm-sized transparent spheres, each containing a green fluorescent arrow.
“In the Silent Abyss, the only thing you can rely on is the pointer light in your hands. There is a fixed coordinate here; as long as you move in that direction, you will reach the meeting location.”
“If you hear someone call your name on the way, absolutely do not look back, or you will remain in the Silent Abyss forever.”
“Because there is no sound here, the sounds you hear must be the temptations of monsters. Once you look back, you will become their food,” said the elder.
“When your eyes can see things normally, you will have arrived at the meeting location.”
As soon as the elder finished speaking, discordant voices arose from within the group.
“Shut up, old man. We’ve heard all that until our ears are calloused.”
The elder opened his mouth, then swallowed back the words he was about to say.
He was responsible for handling all matters at this meeting, but he couldn’t afford to offend the guy from the Tribunal, because that place was full of lunatics.
In fact, Wen Wen hadn't paid much attention to the Church of Glory before. If it weren't for chance, he wouldn't have discovered the Church of Glory's participation in this meeting.
The one who said “shut up” was Hostar, whose leg Wen Wen had broken and whose mouth corners Wen Wen had cut.
He was sent to work in the Tribunal, and his strength increased greatly due to his jealousy and hatred towards Wen Wen, making him the strongman of this operation.
It seemed the Church of Glory was indeed playing the traitor. He had to pass this information to the Hunter Association so they could prepare early. Perhaps the Church of Glory was not invited to the last meeting because they knew they would turn traitor.
However, the spy Wen Wen mentioned was not actually Hostar. Hostar was merely an unexpected bonus.
His real spy was named Sparta, one of the participants from the Abyss Eye.
Sparta had been a curator for over a year, serving as an inside operative for the Containment Facility within the Abyss Eye.
After Wen Wen thwarted the Abyss Eye's plan, the Abyss Eye had a shortage of personnel, and Sparta naturally became a councilor of the Abyss Eye.
Sparta was born into a family of demon worshippers, but he remained untainted by the mire. Although he was forcibly transformed into a half-demon, he did not lose his original intentions.
Accompanying him to the meeting was a demon named 'Missile Head Grandma,' said to be extremely ferocious.
The platform stopped, and Hostar and the others suddenly lost all light, the surroundings becoming eerily quiet, to the point where even the sound of breathing could not be heard.
Hostar could only see a glowing arrow in front of him; he couldn’t see the hand holding the pointer light.
Here, there was no sound and no light, but the ground was exceptionally flat. Hostar moved in the direction of the arrow without any obstruction.