Qinchuan turned his attention to the Protoss.
On a huge plain, there was a tall, pure white altar. On the altar, tens of thousands of people from the Shen Clan stood there, wearing white robes. Their faces were calm and tranquil. Their robes fluttered in the wind, making them look like immortals.
Qinchuan was stunned when he saw this. He asked in astonishment, "Are the Protoss' appearances always so exaggerated?"
This was Qinchuan's first time coming into contact with the Protoss. It was also his first time seeing tens of thousands of people standing on the altar. It was inevitable that he would be shocked.
Sharmila nodded and said to Qinchuan, "The Protoss have always been like this. No matter where they go, they will always maintain their poise. It is said that this is a necessary etiquette for God's people.
As for the altar beneath their feet, it is actually the Protoss' spaceship. However, it is built to look like an altar. It is convenient for them to manifest their divinity at any time. "
Qinchuan was stunned when he heard Sharmila's explanation. An altar-like spaceship?
Convenient for them to manifest their divinity?
The Protoss' way of thinking is really different from the rest.
Without waiting for Qinchuan to ask again, Sharmila continued, "The ones you see now are the Protoss' servants. Even the weakest of them is at the peak of the Dongxu realm. When we get closer, they will use their ultimate move."
Ultimate move?
Hearing Sharmilla's words, Qin Chuan couldn't help but be curious. He wanted to know how the Divine Race was going to make such a big move. And when he thought of this, the distant altar suddenly lit up with a hazy golden radiance. Soon, this golden radiance spread from the top of the altar, illuminating the entire altar in a golden color. It was as bright as the sun, but this radiance didn't make people feel dazzled. On the contrary, it made people feel comfortable.
As the light lit up, a dignified voice sounded from the altar and spread out in all directions.
"Divine light illuminates the earth, delivering all living beings from torment."
"Those who respect and believe in God are God's people and receive God's protection."
"The only True God, Athius, is the only truth, eternal and immortal."
Qinchuan was shocked when he heard the voices coming from the altar. The scene of nearly ten thousand Dongxu Stage cultivators uttering the same words at the same time was very spectacular. Especially under the illumination of the golden light, those with weak willpower could be confused and become followers of the only true God, Athius!
When he thought of this, Qinchuan first looked at Lü Zi. After discovering that Lü Zi was not bewitched, he heaved a sigh of relief. He then looked at the others and was surprised to find that more than half of the people present were wearing a pair of sunglasses!
"These people are wearing sunglasses to prevent the light from shining on their eyes. As long as the light doesn't shine on their eyes, they won't be bewitched by the Protoss."
Sharmila smiled and said to Qinchuan, "The reason why I didn't remind you is because I believe that your willpower is strong enough to not be bewitched."
Qinchuan asked curiously, "Has there ever been a situation of being bewitched in the past?"
Sharmila nodded and said to Qinchuan, "In the past, we didn't guard against the Protoss. Many of our people were bewitched by the Protoss and became their faithful followers. Later on, we made these preparations. Although there are still some people with weak willpower who are bewitched, this situation has become very rare."
Just as Qinchuan and Sharmila were chatting, the crowd behind them suddenly became restless. Three figures slowly walked out of the crowd, faced the altar, and knelt down. They said in unison, "The only true god, Athius, may live forever."
Seeing these three people, Sharmila sighed and said, "From now on, these three people will be removed from the list. They are no longer members of the Celestial Race. However, the God Race will accept them and let them become God Servants."
Qinchuan heard this and asked with some doubt, "In that case, why don't they wear sunglasses?"
"Before they came, they voluntarily received the sunglasses. They felt that their willpower was strong enough and that they didn't need sunglasses." Sharmila sighed and said, "It turns out that they overestimated themselves."
While Sharmila was talking, God's servants of the Protoss came to receive the three people. Although the Tian people didn't do anything to stop them, it was inevitable that their expressions weren't very good. After all, these three people were Tian people before, and now they had become followers of the Protoss in the blink of an eye. Moreover, this was done in front of so many people. It was really embarrassing.
Sharmila watched as the three people were led away by the Protoss servants. She then said to Qinchuan, "After the conference starts, we will enter the Lava World and fight against the young geniuses of the Protoss. When the time comes, don't show any mercy. Kill as many as you can."
Qinchuan was puzzled. "Show no mercy at all?"
In Qinchuan's original plan, he only wanted to find the strongest person on the Protoss' side and have a one-on-one fight, or engage in a chaotic battle with the Protoss's Children of God. He wanted to force himself into a desperate situation as much as possible and use this opportunity to tap into his own potential. However, Sharmila seemed to have other ideas.
Seeing Qinchuan's puzzlement, Sharmila explained to Qinchuan, "According to the rules of the conference, each side will send 99 people into the Lava World to fight. The fight will last for ten days. After ten days, whichever side has the most people alive from the Lava World will win."
Hearing Sharmila's words, Qinchuan was a little surprised. "I've heard about it before. The rules don't seem to be like this?"
Qinchuan was not completely ignorant about the conference. As far as he knew, in the previous conferences, the winner and loser was determined by the weight of a mineral called flame ore mined in the Lava World. The battle was only secondary.
"The rules weren't like this in the past, but this time, the Protoss requested to change the rules. I was just informed."
Sharmila said to Qinchuan. "The Protoss has cultivated a talented Child of God. They hope to use this conference to make a name for this Child of God!"
Qinchuan frowned and asked, "Is it the Provence you mentioned before?"
Sharmila nodded and said to Qinchuan in a serious tone, "The Protoss values Provence more than we thought. We suspect that the Protoss wants to use this conference to tap into Provence's potential and help Provence reach the Body Fusion stage!"
Qinchuan did not expect Provence's thoughts to coincide with his. They both wanted to use this opportunity to tap into their own potential. However, the Protoss put this matter on the table. They wanted to use the blood of the Tian people's younger generation to water Provence!