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Li Mo maintained his original posture, but nothing happened.
The Fat Priest quickly picked up the bronze staff from the ground, pointed it at Li Mo, and said with a fierce but timid voice:
"You're just a charlatan, your act is exposed!"
Li Mo thought for a moment.
If it were Ice Cube, what would she do at this moment?
Hmm, she probably wouldn't do anything, just ignore it directly.
So, the Heavenly Venerable ignored him, without even a hint of emotion, which was highly effective.
It made the Fat Priest's frantic movements seem even more like a clown's performance.
The townspeople whispered among themselves, some vaguely guessing what this mysterious immortal God wanted to do.
Could it be that he wanted to simply point a finger and make the big mountain blocking their town move away?
The Old Town Chief stood in the heavy rain, his eyes gleaming. In the past, even with the so-called Wuling's blessing, they had to travel a very long way to reach the outside world.
If the mountain in front was gone, wouldn't they have unhindered passage from now on?
At least there would be no more obstacles when going in one direction!
This ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) hope rose in his heart, but reason told him that such a thing was impossible...
But at this moment.
A slight tremor suddenly came from the ground.
"Rumble—"
Followed by an earth-shattering tremor!
The Old Town Chief and the townspeople couldn't stand steadily and all fell to the ground, but they stared intently into the distance.
"The mountain moved, East Mountain moved!"
"From now on, we won't have to take a detour to go east!"
"From now on, we won't need God's blessing; we can also walk out of the big mountains!"
"Heavenly Venerable God!"
The rain stopped.
The gate to the outside world was slowly opening towards Three Mountains Town.
A ray of dawn fell, illuminating the calm and composed young figure, coating every inch of him with the radiance called hope.
At this moment, countless townspeople widened their eyes, the gloom in them dispelled by that figure.
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The Fat Priest slumped to the ground, his face ashen:
"I've become a fake."
The other party might not be real.
As a Disciple of the Demon Summoning Sect, he had been in Southern Xinjiang for so long and knew something about the Yao Race. He had already recognized that the other party was probably a high-grade Yao Race.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to summon wind and rain, or move mountains.
The other party clearly came prepared!
Unless the main altar sent down powerful experts, it would be impossible to contend with the other party.
He was just about to sneak away while others hadn't reacted.
"Hmph~ Trying to escape~~~?"
An electronic sound suddenly came from behind. Manbo rubbed his palms and then conjured an electric arc, shooting it towards the Fat Priest.
Electric snakes danced wildly, moving too fast for the naked eye to discern, striking his exposed backside instantly.
Manbo was a Great Yao, two Realms higher than the Guan Shen Realm.
Sizzle—
The Fat Priest was instantly electrocuted, flailing his limbs and convulsing, his body scorched black. He would likely be drooling even if he recovered.
Seeing this, Li Mo gave Senior Manbo a satisfied look of gratitude.
Senior Manbo is very adaptable, extra drumsticks for him.
He didn't want the Fat Priest to escape just now, but if he wanted to take down the opponent instantly, he would probably have to pull out his hammer.
But if he pulled out his hammer, wouldn't all the previous build-up be for nothing? The Heavenly Venerable's prestige would fall to the ground.
"Heavenly Venerable!"
At this moment, the Old Town Chief shouted, taking the lead and kneeling before the altar.
The townspeople had completely revered Li Mo as a God, and followed suit, kneeling all over the ground.
Li Mo's lips moved, but this time, he ultimately didn't say the words, "Do not kneel."
For the townspeople, one merely provided some protection when they walked in the mountains.
While he, in their eyes, forcibly moved a great mountain. Who was real and who was fake was clear at a glance.
But the townspeople never thought.
In this world, there are no Gods at all.
Li Mo raised his hands in a gesture of emptiness and said:
"My business here is done; I shall depart."
"You're leaving?"
The Old Town Chief suddenly looked up, but dared not stand up:
"Are you blaming us for worshipping a false god? I will immediately, along with the clan elders, tear down the idol of that false god and worship your idol."
He gritted his teeth: "The offerings..... the offerings will definitely be more abundant than in previous years!"
With the mountain gone, it would be ten times more convenient for them to go east from now on.
They could grit their teeth and gather more offerings.
Li Mo looked at the townspeople kneeling on the ground, trembling, fearing that he would never descend again, his gaze complex.
"Are you truly sincere in wanting to worship me?"
"Naturally!"
"But I do not want ordinary offerings like pigs, sheep, or fruits; those are meaningless to this Venerable."
"Don't want ordinary offerings..."
The Old Town Chief's expression changed, and his body trembled.
Was it... human sacrifice?
Originally, in the town, there was a major sacrifice once a year, where families with children would draw lots to select boy and girl virgins.
Three Mountains Town's population was not prosperous to begin with...
But other villages and towns all had God's blessings; whether true or false, they at least had them once. If this Heavenly Venerable left, what would happen to the town in the future?
He was in an internal struggle, about to grit his teeth and agree.
But another sentence floated down from above his head:
"I want the stones from the mountains, many, many mountain stones."
"Huh?"
Everyone was stunned.
Li Mo said expressionlessly:
"Including the mountain that was just moved, these three mountains have absorbed the Spiritual Qi of the sun and moon and have existed in this world for hundreds of millions of years. Your mortal eyes simply cannot perceive their spirituality."
"Aren't you sincere?"
"If so, then hollow out the remaining two mountains and offer them to me."
"This... these two great mountains, how can they be hollowed out..."
The Old Town Chief said with a bitter face; they didn't have such ability.
"If you can't hollow them out, then let your sons and grandsons dig them out for generations."
"Every year, this temple must be filled; only then will this Venerable believe your sincerity."
Fill the temple?
That's not a lot, but who knows how many years it would take to fill it.
The young and strong men in the town looked at the size of the temple and silently calculated in their hearts.
"Grandpa Town Chief, we can do it!"
"Yes, we have nothing but strength!"
"From now on, at least it's convenient for us to go east to exchange for food; digging mountain stones is at least better than worrying about starving to death before."
Listening to the young voices, the Old Town Chief nodded heavily.
He was about to turn around and tell the Heavenly Venerable Immortal that they were willing to dig the mountains, but a white cloud had already flown high into the sky.
Only two booklets were left in place.
The Old Town Chief curiously stepped forward, picked them up, and asked the private school teacher in the town who could read:
"What's written on these?"
"One is called 'Mountain Opening Hammer Technique'! The other is called 'The Second Set of... Broadcast Calisthenics'?"
"These seem to be two Martial Arts, and they are also marked with the words 'Superior,' so they must be extraordinary!"
"Does the Heavenly Venerable's meaning perhaps mean for us to select strong young people to practice and extract more mountain stones for him?"
"That's right, it must be!"
"What's written at the back again?"
"God helps those who help themselves!"
"Does that mean if we work harder, the Heavenly Venerable will always help us?"
.....
On the white cloud.
Shang Qinqing looked at the cheering townspeople below, deep in thought:
"Are those two Martial Arts your own creations?"
"Yep."
Li Mo nodded.
He didn't spend Martial Arts Comprehension on the Hammer Technique, but he did use some on the Broadcast Calisthenics, which was an improved basic Martial Art.
As expected of God Hammer Little Overlord!
Ling Yuangou grinned: "Tsk tsk, giving Martial Arts for collecting stones, this kind of good deed doesn't seem like something a God would do."
"What era is it now, still being a traditional God."
"But don't you want a lot of power from sentient beings? Aren't you afraid that if they learn Martial Arts and dig through the mountains, they will no longer revere you as a God?"
"That would be great."
Li Mo rubbed away his cold, Ice Cube-like face, touching the hot kongming myriad colors pagoda.
"Maintaining the facade of an immortal God is really tiring. Did you bring any vinegar? I still have some dumplings..."
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