Everyone in the square looked at each other with shock on their faces.

The deep-rooted worship and awe of God Jiuli is slowly receding at this moment.

Especially, when these normally arrogant and inviolable people in black robes were fed [Fireworms], they rolled on the ground and scratched their bodies one by one.

He even knelt down and begged for mercy from the girls without dignity.

The awe of the gods was gradually replaced by disgust and contempt.

Muyan gently plucked the strings.

The melodious music spread throughout the square, and the noisy crowd immediately fell silent.

Her voice is like gold and jade, clear and sweet.

Not light or heavy, but everyone can hear it.

"Did you know that the Jiuli tribe is divided into two parts, the Shangshan District and the Lower Zhong District?"

Everyone in the square nodded.

"Then do you know why the people in the upper good area are all immortals, while the people in the lower area are all mortals?"

Everyone showed a blank expression.

Someone boldly said: "Because we don't have spiritual roots, we can't practice."

The word spiritual root was something this person accidentally heard mentioned.

Muyan sneered: "How many people are there in the Xiazhong District of the Jiuli tribe, tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands? Even if ten or a hundred people don't have spiritual roots, don't tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands have them? Even if this generation doesn't have spiritual roots, how can the next generation not have spiritual roots?

Not even for the next generation?”

"You, you, you, and you, come up."

Muyan pointed at a few people.

Some of these people are young, some are old, some are men, and some are women.

Everyone walked to Muyan anxiously, not knowing what they were about to face.

Muyan asked Miao An to give each of them a pill.

"Take it, then listen to the music of my piano, and feel the surge of spiritual power in your Dantian with your heart."

After several people swallowed the elixir with a feeling of despair, Muyan sat down cross-legged and strummed the strings.

As the melody of the piano sounded, three of the four people who were called up showed a bit of pain.

They quickly followed Muyan's instructions to sit cross-legged and meditate.

The other person was a little slower, but after a cup of tea, he also started to sweat on his forehead.

The look on his face was surprised and happy, and he quickly followed suit and sat down cross-legged.

It was a long time, but the square was completely silent.

Some people looked confused.

But some people realized something and stared at the high platform without blinking.

About half an hour later, the young man who sat down first suddenly jumped up from the ground.

But this jump was incredible. His body actually jumped several meters high.

After it fell, he chopped down the stone on the side with his bare hands.

I saw a stone the size of half a man's arms shattering in response.

Wow——!!

The square suddenly exploded.

"What's going on?"

"Isn't that Uncle Li's son? How can he jump so high? How can he become so strong?"

However, the shock was far from over.

After the next four people stood up, their strength was more eye-catching than the others.

One of the young girls even condensed a fireball with her bare hands.

"Goddess, are you the one who gave my people the power?!"

Miao An's eyes became more and more fanatical. She knelt down in front of Muyan and trembled: "You are indeed the messenger of the Sun God! Long live the Sun God!!"

All the people in the square knelt down and shouted in unison: "Long live the Sun God!!"

This time, everyone's voices were filled with fanatical worship.
Chapter completed!