Bab 4: Chapter 4 Divine Observation
At this moment, Li Xiao and the others stood frozen, their eyes wide with terror. The sight before them was unlike anything they had ever imagined.
"This... Is this the Primordial God?" one soldier gasped, his voice trembling.
"It's horrifying. He produced an artifact and summoned a poisonous mist that covered a hundred miles, poisoning a hundred thousand troops. What an awe-inspiring display of power."
"It's cruel," another whispered, unable to look away. "The Chen Kingdom's soldiers... most of them perished from poisoning in an instant. They came after us, but they met their end."
"They got what they deserved," someone else muttered. "Daring to attack the Primordial Gods... it's revolting that they even lived."
"But now what? Run or stay?"
"We should pray. Being watched by the ancient gods, where can we escape to?" one soldier whispered urgently. "Stay where you are, don't provoke them, or we'll be next."
"That's correct. Immediately kneel and offer our faith. It's our only chance for survival."
"Wait, the Lord God... He seems to have noticed us."
Panic swept through the soldiers, and they raised their heads, fear gripping their chests as they saw a colossal figure descending from the heavens, emerging from the clouds. Its eyes, vast as the sun and moon, pierced through the mist with boundless wisdom. It was gazing at them.
The air thickened with an almost imperceptible force, solidifying as though the very atmosphere was locking them in place. Li Xiao and the others felt their hairs stand on end, hearts hammering in their chests. The oppressive weight of the god's gaze was unbearable. Fear surged through them as they wondered if they had angered this ancient being, dreading the divine punishment that could follow.
"What should we do?" Li Xiao's voice cracked as he sweat profusely. His body felt weak, as though his very existence was at the mercy of the god's judgment.
He lay flat on the ground, a mere silver warrior now, trembling before the god's might. Even the bravest warrior would have quaked under such scrutiny.
But what Li Xiao didn't know was that Xia Chuan wasn't a god at all. He was merely observing these miniature humans with the same curiosity a human might feel watching ants scurry about. For the ants, however, this observation was terrifying. There was no common ground for understanding between them and Xia Chuan—their tiny forms were no match for his towering presence.
The miniature humans, overwhelmed by fear, scrambled in panic.
"Your Highness, we need a sacrifice," one of the guards spoke urgently, recalling the ancient legends. "All who serve the gods must offer sacrifices. It's the only way to gain their favor."
"Sacrifice?" Li Xiao's voice was laced with frustration and desperation. "What kind of sacrifice?"
"Not sure," the guard replied, his voice heavy with dread. "But one thing is certain: the more valuable the offering, the more favor the gods will show."
Li Xiao's expression shifted, his mind racing. Could it be... his nation's treasure? The sacred relic he carried?
"This treasure... I can't offer it," Li Xiao hesitated.
The head guard, stern and pragmatic, snapped back, "Are you an idiot? If we anger the Lord God, we will die. The world props we carry belong to the gods. We might as well offer them now and hope for mercy."
Li Xiao understood instantly. The grim truth hit him hard. If he didn't act, he and his men would be wiped out. He couldn't risk it. As much as it pained him, he had no choice.
With a heavy sigh, Li Xiao fell to his knees, his hands trembling as he retrieved the sacred relic from his person. "Great Lord, I, Li Xiao, swear my faith to you. I offer the Book of Wisdom, the treasure of our nation."
All around him, the guards followed suit, kneeling, their expressions filled with respect and terror. They, too, offered their submission to the god they believed was watching.
Meanwhile, Xia Chuan was lost in thought, observing the tiny beings with fascination. "Incredible. They're just like humans, but so much smaller. Ancient clothing... armor... Could this be a feudal society from another era?" he muttered to himself, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
Boom~~~
Suddenly, the miniature humans knelt, chanting something incomprehensible. A wave of golden energy pulsed outward, its power flowing into Xia Chuan's consciousness, where it settled like ripples in a calm sea.
A voice echoed deep within his mind: "Ding Dong, your faithful believer Li Xiao has sacrificed the world prop—the Book of Wisdom to you. Please check it."
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