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The diary content is extensive and relatively complex. It describes a prolonged experiment in which the author eventually stole divine traits, but as a result, he also became afflicted with the negative status of [Blasphemy]. Moreover, his divine traits are marked as [Pseudo].

Pseudo-god, huh?

Ye Mingqiu furrowed his brows. If one receives power from a true god and ultimately becomes only a pseudo-god, how did his nine-star title directly gain the divine traits of the [Lord of Light and Shadow]?

Could it be because I received recognition from some special existence? Sponsorship from the Dream Weaver? Or perhaps it’s because I achieved some special preconditions from my past great work bathing in the Ancient God’s Blood? Or maybe because my soul potential is high enough?

Or could it be...

Ye Mingqiu closed the book, gradually revealing a smile on his face, feeling the power he possessed at this moment, deciding to focus on doing the best with his current self, while everything else... is unnecessary to ponder too much.

”Buzz~!!”

The Blood Spear, after absorbing a large amount of Blood Stone, gradually emitted a buzzing sound.

”It’s here.”

Ye Mingqiu reached out and grasped the Blood Spear, the crimson crystal patterns rapidly spread from his palm, with blood-red energy flowing through the spear into his body, surging with an exhilarating power, giving him a sense akin to a qualitative transformation.

[Hint: The Blood Spear has provided you with pure bloodline power, increasing body basic defense by +102, enhancing all attribute elemental resistance, abnormal status resistance, control effect resistance, reaction speed by 32%, and body basic potential by +2]

What a strong amplification!

The feeling of transformation came from within, and Ye Mingqiu immediately felt his body becoming robust. Even when facing the former Day God, he now had considerable confidence in being able to defeat it.

Of course, this was premised on the opponent being without conscious awareness. If the opponent had clear consciousness and could fully exert their combat power, even if Ye Mingqiu could activate various amplifications and exert power beyond his attributes, it would still be nearly impossible to defeat it.

Because the Day God has similar abilities, such as the transformation of the Eternal Sun, which can greatly enhance strength. If not for the weapon breaking, causing a temporary flaw due to awakening signs in the dream, it would never be so easily defeated.

[Power of Faith: 12]

Although the strength has increased significantly, Ye Mingqiu’s Power of Faith has also gradually reached the bottom, which is in the context of subsequent allocations after receiving faith.

But there was no other way. The followers offered Blood Stones, and he had to give them a considerable portion of the Power of Faith, allowing them to gain enough power so that they would be more willing to actively acquire Blood Stones and liberate their enslaved compatriots.

”Let’s lower the allocation a bit more. It feels a bit like the income isn’t covering the expenses.” Ye Mingqiu lamented.

He decided to divide based on faith intensity: the stronger the faith that provides him with Power of Faith, the higher the allocation he gives out. Conversely, those that don’t produce much Power of Faith receive a lower allocation.

It’s about prioritization!

The more sincere the faith, the better it should be!

Ye Mingqiu categorized the Faith Levels into five tiers: Light Seeker, Swearer, Torchbearer, Starfire Envoy, Apostle. The power allocation for them was 10%, 20%, 40%, 60%, 80% respectively, while the excess part was used by him to reward those who obtained and offered Blood Stones.

This should suffice.

....

Several days later

The increasingly intense rebellions erupted, and the whole Great Zhou seemed to be on the brink of collapse. The King of Zhou, having just completed his conquest, was enjoying the spoils of war dedicated to him, but more and more urgent reports were being delivered to his ears.

”Report! The North Mountain Mine has completely fallen, attacked by a group of mining slaves shouting liberation!”

”Report! The Langshan Mine has completely fallen!”

”Report! The Black Stone Mine has completely fallen!”

....

More and more reports of fallen mines reached the ears of the King of Zhou, his expression becoming extremely grim. The Blood Stone veins were the most critical factor for the nation’s stability, as the essence of the Divine Race ruling over the Human Race was dependent on their ability to mine the veins.

If the Human Race couldn’t mine, and these uprisings weren’t suppressed, they’d consider the Human King useless, suggesting replacing him with a new king.

”Why? Why did this happen right after I unified the land?” The King of Zhou felt immense agony, with a fine sweat continually flowing from his forehead, as if he already envisioned the scene of himself and the royal family being killed by the gods.

”Report!”

”What’s the matter now!”

The King of Zhou roared angrily, revealing a hideously twisted expression, no longer able to maintain his kingly composure.

”In the south, a god... was surrounded and killed by mining slaves, and the death was so gruesome that even the body wasn’t intact.”

”A god... was killed?”

The King of Zhou suddenly laughed; he covered his face with one hand, letting out a ”hehehe,” followed by a burst of wild laughter, intensifying as if driven into a corner, akin to an indefensible breakdown, helpless self-mockery, and unrestrained madness giving up on thought.

The laughter resonated throughout the royal hall, making every minister and guard present tremble in fear. Each of them knew that with the mines taken and the Divine Race perishing, and especially in such a fragile period right after conquest,

What did this indicate?

This indicated they were also doomed!

Not long after, the King of Zhou suddenly paused his laughter, turning to the assembly, and suddenly said, ”Destruction is inevitable; why don’t we rebel too? Hahaha, let’s all rebel, everything should rebel!”

...

Divine Domain, Floating Divine Hall

The High Priest, observing human actions through the Void Knowledge Divine Power, wore an incredulous expression. She found it hard to comprehend why these mortals quickly gained such powerful strength, why they could unite and resist so fiercely.

From her God’s eye perspective, those humans resembled viruses, raging plagues spreading rapidly, infecting those not yet eroded, converting them into similar outbreaks.

Ultimately, more humans rose in fierce rebellion, more enslaved people fought, and terrifyingly, their strength progressed rapidly over a short time, growing stronger day by day.

This matter must be reported to Heaven!

The High Priest flew towards Crystal Mountain but was blocked by an invisible Colorless Divine Power, unable to enter. This was proof of Heaven’s slumber, a state she wouldn’t dare interrupt due to the repercussions.

”Already asleep so soon, something seems off.” The High Priest frowned, sensing that Heaven wasn’t ignorant, but rather knowingly apathetic.

But with the situation highly urgent, there wasn’t much time for deliberation; she had to make a decision.

Rouse Heaven, or... resolve it internally.

After a brief hesitation, the High Priest eventually sighed, flying towards the Saint Hall, attempting to enlist the Grand Elder to solve the issue. The current Heaven appeared peculiar, seemingly aware yet uninterested in meddling, obviously unwise to seek Heaven’s resolution.

Damn!

What exactly are you plotting?

Do you no longer wish to rule this world?

....

Inside Crystal Mountain

Heaven reclined on the throne, the Void Knowledge Divine Power forming a mirror displaying everything on earth.

Unaware?

No, he knew everything, and found it quite amusing, enjoying the greater the revolt against him beneath.

The sole regret was not knowing how that Spiritualist accomplished everything, fueling his curiosity to deduce from their behavioral logic.

”How many millennia has it been? You’re the first to perplex me somewhat. How do those humans gain their strength? Why do they spontaneously organize and fiercely resist? Why? Despite no one actively guiding them...”

Heaven watched attentively, the amusement on his face growing accentuated. He felt no rush, indifferent to whatever his adversaries attempted, having long grown weary of ruling.

Soon, a crisp voice echoed.

”Black Dragon, it’s time to eat.”

”Mm.”