I Have A Miniature World Chapter 20
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Cultivation was like sailing against the current. If one did not advance, one would retreat.
Those cultivators who had not broken through to bronze-level in the past few years not only did not increase as time passed, but their cultivation continued to regress.
Countless cultivators were eliminated in the army of extraordinaires and gradually forgotten in the long river of history.
Those who were able to persevere were the best among the extraordinaires.
This was already deeply enviable to others.
However, Emerson was even more terrifying. He only used an hour to advance from the beginning to advanced bronze-level.
Other than the blessing of the Heart of Wisdom, his cultivation talent far surpassed that of ordinary people.
It was worth mentioning that his terrifying spiritual power was also the reason why he advanced so quickly.
At this moment, layers of ripples appeared in the void, and strands of golden energy appeared.
These energies slowly merged into his body.
In an instant, he felt that his entire body was filled with power.
"What's going on?"
Emerson's heart stirred.
At this moment, he discovered that not only did the spiritual energy of heaven and earth continuously enter his body. There was also a strand of golden energy.
As the golden energy entered his body, his aura rose explosively, as if he was sitting on a rocket.
His aura continued to rise.
"Master, this is the power of faith of the minions in the miniature world. The benefit of the power of faith is that it can increase the speed of cultivation."
At that moment, the system's voice sounded.
"Power of faith?"
Emerson's heart skipped a beat.
He felt that golden energy was continuously gathering into a golden river in the distant void and entering his body.
More than a billion believers formed the power of faith. Although they were small in size, there were many of them.
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When these powers of faith were stacked together, they reached a terrifying amount.
At this moment, he realized that the vital essence in his body was continuously increasing. The sea of Qi in his body was in a spiral state. This was the profound essence of the Void Devouring Technique, which could refine any energy in the world.
This feeling was too wonderful.
No matter how much energy was poured into his body, it would not be satisfied. It was like the ancient monster, which devoured all the energy completely.
"Dong dong dong!"
At this moment, he felt that a huge amount of energy had opened up the meridians in his body, and he continued to advance toward the ultimate technique.
Seventy, ninety, a hundred...
The technique revolved one after another, and under the ceaseless rolling of the power, waves of roaring sounds erupted from his body.
It was like thunder, but also like the roars of ten dragons and ten elephants.
An entire day had passed, and his cultivation base was also rising terrifyingly. A powerful aura circled his body.
"Intermediate silver-level!"
A bright light flashed in Emerson's eyes, and a strange expression appeared on his face.
He felt an intense power erupting from his body, and he slightly waved his fist forward. Instantly, the air emitted crackling sounds, and waves of splashes appeared.
It was as if a light punch could easily create a sound of breaking through the air. Even with the current mutated elephant, he felt that the residual energy that was released would cause damage to his internal organs.
Spatial ripples?
Emerson's gaze changed. He did not expect the power of faith to be so powerful.
The speed of improvement was really too powerful.
He did not know that ever since the rice incident, the people of the Kingdom of Wisdom had become even more resolute in their faith.
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The people who were originally suspicious were all shocked by the miracle and became the most devout believers.
Those who did not become believers became even more devout. As a result, the power of faith skyrocketed.
At this moment, he found that his muscles and bones had undergone earth-shattering changes. His strength had also become incomparably violent.
Without the aid of world props, he could even defeat a silver-level extraordinary human with his current strength.
This was not an exaggeration at all.
One had to know that his spiritual energy was compressed, high-energy spiritual energy. With the support of the power of faith, the purity of his spiritual energy was many times stronger than those extraordinary humans who absorbed mottled spiritual energy.
Moreover, the strength of his soul was also exceptionally terrifying. These days, he had not given up on meditation.
The speed of his spiritual energy also showed a considerable trend.
Although it was not as insane as absorbing spiritual energy, it was still overwhelming compared to the others.
"Looks like I'll still have to increase the number of miniature world-level believers. This is only a few billion, yet it's already so powerful. If there are a few billion, or even tens of billions of believers..."
Emerson could not imagine how terrifying the power of faith would be at that time.
The cultivators of the ancient desolate planet still needed to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but he did not need it at all. He only needed to absorb the power of faith, and his cultivation would continue to break through.
In other words, as long as he continued to develop the number of believers, he would continue to become stronger.
Even though he had only stayed in the miniature world for a short period of time, he knew that the territory of the entire miniature world was not much weaker than that of the ancient desolate planet.
It could be imagined that the number of people in the entire miniature world was uncountable.
If the number of ants on the ancient desolate planet added up to 555 trillion, then the number of people in the miniature world, even if it could not be compared to them, was not much different.
That was also why, as long as he ruled over a portion of the miniature humans, he would be able to gain a large number of believers. With the continuous flow of faith power, he would be able to cultivate faster.
"Master, it seems like a spatial tunnel has appeared nearby."
At this moment, the system reminded him. It felt like an unusual spatial power.
"What?"
Emerson's gaze changed. Space shattered. Could it be that the army of the wildlands that S.H.I.E.L.D had mentioned earlier had really arrived?
Thinking of this, he immediately stood up, wanting to see what was going on.
At the same time, he wanted to see if the soldiers of the wildlands were as impenetrable as the legends said.
...
At this moment, in front of the Bida mountain range, there was a huge tremor, as if the sky had collapsed.
Suddenly, a huge wormhole appeared in the sky. It was deep, dark, and a violent aura was emitted from it.
Moken and the other people from S.H.I.E.L.D immediately looked toward the wormhole, their eyes filled with disbelief and shock.
"This... leader, the barbarian warriors really came?"
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