In a few days, the city walls changed flags for the second time.
Shen Lian was looking down on everything from the highest point of the tower. He felt the losses, anxieties, and hopes of the masses within the city. They were people who were used to being rules. They were even more afraid of no one ruling inside the city. This disrupted the fixed rhythm of their lives.
If a person had gotten used to how to live, they would be terrified themselves if they wanted to make other changes.
Everyone's inner demand was not the same but the demands of the same kind of people were similar in the bigger direction. Shen Lian could feel the many kinds of wandering thoughts.
He could not be any clearer in understanding why deities needed to draw in faith. This was because this kind of thought was impure and not powerful, but it was hard to annihilate. It would reproduce in an endless succession and it was endless.