"Are there any mortals like me among the ancestors?" Looking at the table with a wide range of fruits, vegetables and dishes, the young man Acheng couldn't believe his eyes, and even if he was hungry, he didn't have the nerve to reach out his hand casually.

"That's natural, the imperial court is supported by mortals." Wu Ju was by the side. He was a powerful divine person. It didn't matter whether he was eating or not, but he was very interested in the young man.

"But why not save the mortals from the mainland?"

"That..." Wu Ju was speechless for a moment, and the boy's question was really hard to answer. Before, everyone was clamoring in the hall. Could it be that the boy didn't understand?

"If so many mortals are saved, can they also work and provide support to the imperial court?"

"That..." Wu Ju's eyes widened, and his brown-red hair suddenly became a little bit. He was a big boss. The boy's question was also his previous insistence, but this question was too complicated. His friends had used great efforts to prevent him from worrying about this matter. Unexpectedly, he was surrounded by the boy's words and immediately became angry again.

"You have seen this bird world. In fact, it is very small. It can only be supported by spiritual energy and energy to maintain its operation. But now that the spiritual power is not enough, one more person will be more burdens. No matter how small the consumption of mortals is, it will be consumed. So, you know, those pretentious guys cherish their lives very much, how can they let mortals come in at will?"

When the question was said, the boy understood that he had seen too many beggars since he was a child, and there were too many monks and few meats. It was just a little larger. If he couldn't get it or grab it, if he had an extra beggar, everyone would have a less meal in their mouths, so naturally no one would want to.

However, there are too few beggars and cannot maintain their proper territory. If the power is too weak, they will sooner or later be driven away by other beggar gangs.

But the latter situation does not exist in the free world. To put it bluntly, the imperial court is the world of God. Most of the forces under its jurisdiction are in power, and those who do the work are composed of gods and divine powers. They can not eat or drink for a long time without any problems. Rice, grain and food are no longer their main needs. Even if there are, they are very limited, mainly to meet the verbal habits of being mortals before.

But the young man still did not understand the true meaning of "providing". Wu Ju had to talk about it again. The real offering was a power of faith, or even the power of foolish faith. The imperial court needed believers, not casual mortals, which was no different from the continent where the young man was. Only when the people believed in gods and priests and ancestors could make the gods and the souls of the divine powers strong, and that the ancestors always had the power to protect their descendants.

If these beliefs are lost, the soul of the divine power will be depressed or even gradually weakened. A god with a huge believer will have extraordinary power and the divine power will be similar. The situation of the divine power with few believers is just the opposite. Therefore, any divine power and magic power cannot be separated from the offerings of the vast number of believers. If the believer is completely lost, the divine power will degenerate completely, while the pure god will be even more miserable, and will lose the divine character and fall from the altar.

Although divine powers and gods both possess divine power and rely on faith to continue to be powerful, they still have essential differences. The former is an advancement from mortals to practice to an extremely high level. Not only does they have martial arts, but they also have divine powers after becoming gods. A divine power often has a greater combat power than gods of the same level, but their status in the imperial court is not high; gods are born and descendants of ancient gods. As for where the ancient gods come from, they have always been vague and indescribable, and can even be traced back to a long and long ancient period.

Nowadays, the inherent relationship between believers and gods is difficult to maintain in the free world. In Wuju's words, this broken world is a closed refuge. The sharp decrease in the number of mortals has led to the rapid decline of the power of faith. The current gods and divine powers are no longer as good as before. To put it unrespectful, these so-called gods are just hiding in a nest of comfort and surviving weak chickens, waiting to die.

If you calculate it carefully, you will be clearer that there are 80,000 gods and divine powers hiding in the free world, while there are less than 50,000 mortals, and they are all descendants of surviving ancestors. There are not more and more believers, but fewer and fewer.

It is a joke to support the power of faith with just 50,000 people. When the imperial court was in its prime, there were more than 500,000 believers in a true god. At present, this pitiful number cannot be supported by an ordinary divine person.

Nowadays, mortals can only meet other needs of powerful divine people, such as servants and craftsmen with special skills, but now there are very few such needs.

To put it bluntly, the balance between spiritual power consumption and regeneration in the free world has been broken, forming an irreversible decline. When spiritual power is limited, of course, we must first ensure the needs of the gods, and mortals are dispensable, or even not even one.

However, if you want to restore divine power, you must increase the number of believers on a large scale and increase the number of mortals. This is a contradiction. The more people the more energy and spiritual power it consumes. If you want 80,000 gods and divine power to have a certain number of believers, then the population of ordinary beings needs to be maintained at a scale of billions, and even one percent of the spiritual power stored in the free world cannot be satisfied. This contradiction has long been difficult to reconcile, and it also indirectly explains the reason why there are fewer and fewer mortals.

The boy took a lot of time to figure out what Wu Ju said was a dead end, and then he wiped out the food on the table in a very short time.

Wu Ju looked at him dumbfounded. These foods could kill a cow. He couldn't see that the young man's small belly seemed like a bottomless pit. What was disappointed was that he thought the young man would be as indignant as him and was passionate. No matter how he was not good, he had to care about the world of freedom or the future of the Five Elements Palace. Even if he asked how he should practice, the little guy yawned and shouted that he was about to go to bed.

"It turned out to be a stick." After Wu Ju called someone to arrange a residence for the boy, he immediately lost the interest in staying with him. The boy didn't know the taste of sorrow, maybe he was just a heartless guy?

Wu Ju left listlessly, and the young man Acheng was extremely distressed after the meal. He didn't even have the heart to look at his new residence, so he lay on the bed and fell asleep.

After three years of wind and dining in the open, the boy almost never slept well. His body and mind were exhausted. He suddenly achieved his goal. Not only did he become a disciple, but he also found a relatively safe place. Just like a small boat that had been about to collapse after storms and rains, he finally found a quiet harbor. All his tense nerves were relaxed, and he slept for three days.

It was already the morning of the fourth day when the boy woke up. Looking at the sun outside, he jumped out of bed in shock. His first reaction was that he didn't know how long he had slept. Secondly, he remembered the instructions of his master Huo Tianzun. After eating and drinking, he went to the Holy Fire Palace to find him. Could this sleep delay this matter?

There was a stack of very neat new clothes by the bed. The boy didn't care about anything else, so he hurriedly put on his clothes and rushed out of the door. Seeing an old man in the yard carrying water and watering flowers. It was the person Wu Ju called to help him arrange his residence before, and asked, "Old man, how long have I been sleeping?"

"Three days."

"Three days?" The young man slapped his forehead, turned his head and rushed towards the courtyard gate, but after only two or three steps, he had to stop and ask, "Dare you ask how to get to the Holy Fire Hall?"

This Five Elements Island is very large, with a crater in the northeast, with mountains and peaks. There are many buildings located on the hillside of these peaks. It takes a lot of effort to search one by one.

The old man seemed very confused, looked at the crater, stretched out his hand and said, "It should be in this mountain."

It should? The boy rolled his eyes. It seemed that the old man was also confused. It would be better not to ask. Time was tight, so the boy rushed out of the yard and then jumped into the air in one step. This was the only body technique he could use after coming to the free world, and it was realized under the pressure of his master.

The Craft Mountain seemed to be right in front of me, but in fact there was still a distance. The young man used the wind control technique. Although it was still clumsy, the speed was not slow. He quickly searched for two peaks, but did not find the Holy Fire Temple. There seemed to be no one in the two buildings.

The scenery along the way is beautiful, but no clouds appear, and it is difficult to see people. The huge island is quiet and the boy cannot find anyone to ask, so he can't help but feel anxious.

When we arrived at the third mountain, the buildings here were much more magnificent than the first two, and brought hope to the young man. From a distance, we could see three gold-plated plaques of "Golden Wind Palace". Before, he seemed to have passed by here when he left the hall with Wu Ju. At that time, the words on the plaque were like tadpoles, and the young man could not recognize them at all. Although he still couldn't recognize them now, they looked much more familiar, which was the square font that was common to the mainland.

I can't figure out the whole story, but I guess the Holy Fire Hall is like this, which is very close to the main peak. Once the scope is reduced, it will be stable. The young man simply broke into the building in front of him, and he didn't believe that he couldn't find a living person.

There is really someone in the 'Golden Wind Hall', more than one. The fat man with golden hair and golden face whom he met three days ago was in the courtyard outside the hall. The young man was overjoyed and waved to him in the air, "I'm lost. I dare to ask Fat Brother, how can I get out of the Holy Fire Hall?"

"Holy Fire Hall?" The fat man looked confused, "Holy Fire Hall has long been destroyed."

"Ah?!" The young man was shocked and thought he had heard it wrong, so he jumped out of the air, "Fat Brother, I'm talking about the Holy Fire Temple."

"Yes, the Temple of the Holy Fire has been destroyed."

"When did it happen?"

“It’s been many years.”

"But before in the hall, my master said that I would eat and drink enough and then go to the Holy Fire Hall to find him. You were there at that time, right?"

"Yes."

"The Holy Fire Temple is destroyed... Where can I find it?"

"So I don't know either."

The boy was completely confused and widened his eyes and looked at the fat man in front of him. He didn't know what to say for a while. Looking at this fat and innocent face, the boy suspected that the other party was playing with him.

"Huo Tianzun has always acted weird, we are all used to it. Maybe he just said nonsense, why don't you go and ask him again?"

The boy smiled bitterly and thought to himself, if I could find a master, what else could I find for the Holy Fire Temple?
Chapter completed!