The method to develop this tribe was actually quite simple.
It wasn’t about progressing step by step toward civilization.
Nor was it about using spiritual energy to repair houses.
Instead, it relied on the purest... power of faith!
Qin Luo stood at the center of the altar, a golden halo suspended in his palm.
This was the faith he had gathered from the primitive tribe.
Within the halo, the devout faces of the tribesmen could faintly be seen, their prayers transforming into golden threads that coiled around Qin Luo’s fingertips.
"The power of faith is truly profound," Qin Luo murmured to himself. He had already grasped its mysteries through this energy.
With enough faith, he could even fulfill any wish!
Without hesitation, he waved his hand lightly, adopting a deliberately solemn tone.
The next moment, the halo dispersed into countless tiny specks of light, scattering across every corner of the tribe.
Instantly, the crude thatched huts were enveloped in golden radiance.
The rough walls gradually smoothed out, the thatched roofs replaced by sturdy spirit wood. The entire tribe seemed to have been reborn.
A crowd of people knelt reverently on the ground, their eyes brimming with tears as they cried out in awe.
"The deity has manifested! The deity has manifested!"
"A miracle! This is a miracle!"
Su Muwan sat to the side, holding a spirit fruit in her hand.
She took a bite, her eyes sparkling as she watched the scene unfold.
Though she had learned from the information in her mind that the power of faith was extraordinary, this... was beyond belief!
After all, even in the vast world she came from, she had never seen anyone wield such power!
Even Huo Feng, the Domain Lord of the Fire Domain, had never mentioned such an ability.
So...
Su Muwan crunched into the spirit fruit again, tilting her head in confusion.
Had this power not been passed down to their era?
What had happened in between?
Yet, from what she knew, hadn’t their era also spoken of the power of faith?
Su Muwan didn’t understand, but she didn’t dwell on it too deeply.
Xiaobai sat beside her, also munching on spirit fruit—it seemed these foods provided significant benefits for it.
Qin Luo’s gaze swept over the devout tribesmen before him, and he nodded in satisfaction.
The housing issue was resolved.
To ensure that he and Su Muwan could live comfortably here, he had specifically constructed a larger standalone villa.
He had even spent some faith energy to create modern conveniences like water heaters and showers—things that didn’t exist in this era.
Next...
Qin Luo glanced at the land around them.
This place was at the edge of the jungle.
According to the old shaman, their land hadn’t always been like this.
But after the tribe lost most of its warriors while hunting ancient beasts, the offerings to the Ancient Serpent Deity dwindled.
As a result, the land was cursed, leading the tribe toward ruin.
With a snap of his fingers, Qin Luo set things in motion.
The earth trembled, and the cracked, barren soil transformed into fertile ground, saturated with dense spiritual energy.
The power of faith scattered like countless tiny sparks, landing on the land.
Fields of spirit crops sprouted from the earth, spirit herbs and medicinal plants growing rapidly, their fragrant aroma filling the air.
Su Muwan swallowed hard. "This works too?"
Qin Luo clapped his hands and chuckled. "The power of faith can nurture all things. These spirit fields will become the foundation of our tribe."
"With these herbs and plants, the ancient cultivators of the tribe will progress much faster in their training."
Su Muwan blinked, then suddenly realized something. "Does that mean I can eat spirit fruits every day now? No more waiting for them to bring some back from the jungle?"
Qin Luo sighed in amusement. "Miss, your priorities are a bit skewed... but yes, I suppose so."
This move once again sent the tribesmen into a frenzy of celebration.
What was happening?
They had switched deities, and suddenly, life had taken a turn for the better?
But it didn’t stop there.
With housing and land settled, Qin Luo moved on to the next phase—implementing a full set of modern systems.
Tribal formations, defensive formations, offensive formations—he installed them all.
By the time the sunset dyed the sea of clouds red, the tribe had been completely revitalized.
Throughout this process, while using faith energy to boost the tribe’s prosperity, Qin Luo also ensured that the believers’ faith was replenished in return.
And faith energy had another use.
He gathered the ten most talented tribesmen in the newly constructed training grounds.
Originally, they relied on spirit cores for cultivation—or rather, they improved their strength by replacing them with more powerful cores.
But this time...
Qin Luo waved his hand, and the power of faith dispersed into countless specks, merging into their bodies.
Instantly, the cultivators’ auras surged.
Their physiques were already extraordinary, their bodies containing vast reserves of spiritual energy like hidden backup power sources.
Now, under Qin Luo’s faith energy, they converted that energy directly into cultivation.
In a single moment, their strength skyrocketed from nothing—all ten of them breaking through to the Supreme Realm.
Meanwhile, Qin Luo’s faith energy was completely depleted.
"This... this is divine power?!" one of the tribesmen exclaimed, staring at his hands in disbelief as he felt the overwhelming strength coursing through him.
Qin Luo smiled.
With the physique of ancient people and the systematic cultivation methods of later generations, each of these warriors could now hold off an army alone.
But this was still absurd—if the people of this barbaric era trained properly, their starting point was the Supreme Realm...
Thinking this, he declared, "Your devout prayers have brought you this power."
"From today onward, you must protect the tribe and uphold the faith."
The tribesmen dropped to their knees, fervently chanting, "We pledge our lives to the deity!"
Heavens!
Back when they worshipped the Ancient Serpent Deity, they starved nine times out of three and lived in constant fear of divine punishment.
But now?
Sob... Deity! We will follow you for the rest of our lives!
Just as Qin Luo finished all this...
Su Muwan stretched lazily and yawned at him. "Alright, Luo Luo, we’ve been busy all day. Shouldn’t we head back to our new home and rest... Hm?"
Mid-sentence, she froze, noticing a white glow emanating from Qin Luo’s body. "Qin Luo, you’re glowing..."
Qin Luo looked down, then at her. "Miss, so are you..."
"Eh??" Su Muwan blinked. "Does that mean...?"
Qin Luo nodded. "We’ve completed the plot progression. We can go back now."
"Wait, already? What did we even do?"
"No idea."
The next second—
Whoosh!
The two vanished in a flash of white light.
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The Frostbound Holy Domain.
A silver-haired girl sat atop a sea of clouds.
She lay back, gazing at the starry sky, her eyes filled with nostalgia.
"Master..." she murmured to herself. "The current Lord of the Frostbound Holy Domain is just like you back then..."
"Way too arrogant..."
"But tall trees catch the wind. In tomorrow’s Holy Domain War, the Frostbound Holy Domain will be besieged by the others."
"It seems... I’ll have to step in."
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
