Chapter 267: Chapter 64 Disaster_3
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“Air, this substance can be transmitted through the air,”
“Not only that, but it can also cling to food and water sources.”
After visiting three places in succession, Ande gradually discovered the commonality of this special existence. They seemed to exist in different varieties, but no matter which type, they were invisible to the naked eye; even his spirit could only ‘see’ their presence, without being able to understand their characteristics more deeply.
Ande didn’t know if this was because his spiritual level was not high enough, having not reached the ‘transcendent’ realm described in the information of the wood carvings, or if these things were simply beyond understanding, but now, he couldn’t eradicate them from the root.
“All I can say is that it seems to be afraid of fire, perhaps because of the power of the Sacred Fire. If you cook food and water with fire, these things will be destroyed. But beyond that, I have no way to deal with them,”
Shaking his head slightly, Ande finally suggested:
“Try to keep those infected with the disease separate from others, if the distance is far enough, the spread should no longer be effective.”
“What about us who are already infected?”
His expression changed again, but the middle-aged man who had followed Ande for half a day still tried to maintain composure.
“You priests claim to be entrusted by the creator to guard and control the power of the Sacred Fire, don’t you?”
“Since this unknown substance fears flames, perhaps the Sacred Fire can solve this problem.”
After some thought, Ande finally gave a somewhat viable answer.
Compared to the offerings of true believers or the Civilization Slate as the source of human knowledge and civilization, the Faith arising from disaster was undoubtedly insignificant. Its only advantage was that as long as there were more intelligent beings on earth, it would steadily increase without the volatility of mortal devotion.
However, the disasters in the Mortal Realm actually had two sources—one was the gods of the Underworld, symbolizing the objectively existing calamities, as they had always existed, just taking this opportunity to come to the Mortal Realm.
The other was the initiator of everything, the woman who had personally opened the Magic Jar. She represented the man-made calamities, the disasters triggered by Humans themselves.
At this moment, Pandora, who was walking with Epimetheus on the lands of the west, noticed this strange force that disregarded distance and traveled across half the continent to her surroundings.
“What is this?”
It was as if she heard the whisper of creatures, the pain in illness, the Fear faced in adversity. Surrounded by these false illusions, Pandora unconsciously shrank, hugging the Magic Jar tightly in her arms.
Alongside her, The God of Hindsight glanced at her, revealing an expression of understanding.
He knew this scene would inevitably happen, but he didn’t expect it so soon.
“That is Faith, deities can become stronger because of it, but I advise you not to touch it casually, or I cannot assure you of the consequences.”
“Why?”
Looking around at the encircling influences, Pandora wondered, was it through these terrible things that gods grew stronger?
Recalling the grand hall where she was born and the majestic Divine King, she couldn’t help feeling a strong sense of contrast, just like the different senses she had received from her husband one after another.
“Because your essence ultimately is not that of a deity, and that is unchangeable,”
“Pandora, as the first woman in the world, your body before birth was just an ordinary stone, made exceptional only because it carried the divine objects brought by my Father God. While this endowed you with a faint divine nature from birth, it does not enable you to absorb Faith.”