On the western side of the Elda Territory, a rather crude altar had just been constructed on a newly scorched earth.
Nine massive dark gray stones ford the foundation of the altar, with nine ancient constellation diagrams painted on it with a pale bone-like pignt.
tal glowing with blue light softened in the hiss of flas, and the molten tal was gently poured out, flowing along the surface of the altar, gradually solidifying into intricate ancient runes.
Mysterious runes interwoven, glowing with a ghostly blue fluorescence in the sunlight.
The massive altar had three tiers, each smaller than the one below it, forming a stepped structure.
An irregular black fragnt was placed at the center of the top layer, a fragnt of the Heroic Spirit Pool.
Although the Heroic Spirit Pool fragnt was only a small part of what it once was, it certainly wasn't small—otherwise, Herbert couldn't have taken a bath in it with Valentina.
Its surface was pitted, emitting a strange faint light, while also exuding a captivating mysterious aura.
Under the altar's enchantnt, this aura was continually amplified, shaking everyone present.
"This is the altar for communicating with the Divine..."
Miser, invited to observe, hid most of her body underground, only sticking out half her head, like a stool with her miniature puppet perched on top.
The puppet stroked its chin thoughtfully and nodded: "It's amazing how one can connect with the Divine without feeling much magic power fluctuation!"
Although she had lived in the human world for a long ti and had done a lot of business, she hadn't had much contact with the Divine Spirit Church.
The True God Church would not accept an outlier like her, and too much contact with the Evil God Church would risk trouble.
This was her first ti witnessing a Divine Altar with her own eyes.
She learned sothing new.
And it's not just Mishe, the mushroom rchant, who was in awe without quite understanding; even Joanna, a mber of the Divine Spirit Church, was stunned by the scene before her.
Only her points of shock were different from Mishe's.
She couldn't understand.
As the saying goes, an outsider sees the show, while an insider sees the technique.
Joanna couldn't understand why such a crude altar could actually work.
Mishe assud such a crude altar was the norm, not thinking it was anything special.
But in reality, even the lowest-level altar would be much more elaborate than this.
There's no material, no shape, so crude it would even make her think it was a shaman's altar of so false god in the wilderness.
Crude, just too crude.
Yet, surprisingly, this simple altar that baffled Joanna managed to communicate with the Divine.
If she had prepared such an altar, the Ice and Snow Goddess wouldn't have spared her a glance, and might even punish her upon learning of it afterwards!
Hmm, the specific punishnt would probably be ignoring her prayers for half a year.
As to why the punishnt is only half a year and not longer, it's probably because after half a year, Hecayas couldn't help but actively contact Joanna herself.
Yes, within half a year at most, the Ice and Snow Goddess would break the ice herself because she couldn't help it.
Don't ask why, just know that goddesses with a wanderer's nature are like this.
Petting cats is an art.
If you make it happy today, it might be cold to you tomorrow.
But if you ignore it for a long ti, it will co to you, rubbing its tail against your leg.
Dealing with such goddesses is the sa.
Proactive flattery might be liked or disliked, favor is not guaranteed.
But if you ignore Her for a long ti, She might just co right up to you to see what's going on?
Of course, it's easier said than done, not everyone has the courage and qualification to act like this.
If you irritate a cat out of its mind, at most it'll scratch you, leave so marks, get so shots, and bleed a bit, and it's solved.
If not, you can just send it away.
But the goddesses of this world can truly te out divine punishnt.
Rember, most goddesses hold grudges.
And goddesses with cat-like minds are even more outstanding in this regard.
At least Joanna didn't have the courage to tease the Ice and Snow Goddess, she didn't want to lose the goddess's favor.
Of course, her desire to switch faith to the Cold Winter Goddess was another matter entirely—that was a desire for progress!
"Ai..."
After pondering for a mont, Joanna sighed deeply, attributing the miracle before her to two words—divine affection.
Herbert was loved by the Divine.
On him was an unimaginable amount of affection.
This seemingly harmless white-haired young man was deeply loved by the Deity he served.
Truly envious.
Behind her, the Priestess squad mostly felt the sa way.
They gazed enviously at Herbert's tall and slender figure, glimpses of genuine admiration and envy in their eyes.
Envy for such exaggerated affection, admiration for him for possessing the qualification to be favored.
The favor of the Divine wouldn't be for no reason, surely there were qualities in Herbert that they weren't aware of but were appreciated by the Divine.
"..."
In the squad, Yunier's expression stood out, different from the others, her small mouth slightly open, blinking incessantly.
At this mont, the Cold Winter Goddess also directed Her gaze over.
Even She marveled at the favor Herbert received.
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