The Matchstick Man had trouble understanding so things that Che Lun said, because he had never felt them and could not empathize.
The joys and sorrows of deities are different from those of humans.
Their concepts, thoughts, and judgnts about things are fundantally different.
Like now, if Yu Ziqing were to observe, the Matchstick Man would feel an itch, enduring pain to relieve it, sowhat against his will.
But actually, the Matchstick Man felt he was enduring pain, relieving itchiness only incidentally, and he truly liked this unique pain, especially liked it.
Because in the past, he could not experience such pain and hardship; now the pain transmitted across space was like a person who eats chaff every day suddenly discovering a new world built of countless various delicacies.
People find pain bitter, but he savors it sweetly, as if reborn.
Especially after enduring pain, he then felt the purest and most beautiful wish, truly feeling as though today he finally began to live.
It was an indescribable emotion as if seeing a colorful world from a corner sight after only viewing a black-and-white one before.
Once seen, it's impossible to accept going back to the black-and-white world, impossible to retreat.
Unprecedented feelings erged, allowing the Matchstick Man to finally understand Che Lun's words these past days.
Finally, he took a firm step forward, stepping out of the divine perspective.
The red Matchstick Man stood on a stone table, his eyes showing different emotions as he extended his hands, looked at them, and slowly stretched them out. His power started to flow out as if free from remote sensing.
anwhile, at the fair, the Divine Granny also felt the power and unconsciously stood up, mimicking the Matchstick Man's actions.
So pure and gentle power was scattered, entering everyone's body.
Yu Ziqing, who had been standing not far away observing, remained still as these forces descended upon him.
He felt the turmoil within, the mild impatience, gradually calm under this force, as if the Yang God and consciousness were soothed.
The entire person beca peaceful, as if after tireso monts, enjoying a sweet nap under spring afternoon sunlight, refreshed, negative emotions being expelled, recovering his energy and state.
Yu Ziqing resisted nothing, quietly sensing, secretly sighing, feeling he had gained greatly.
Physical injuries are actually the easiest to recover from. Even mortals, as long as treated promptly, can survive broken limbs.
For cultivators, even if the physical body is destroyed, it's just a severe injury. As long as life force remains, with suitable Spiritual dicine, rebuilding the body is not particularly difficult.
Yet Divine Soul injuries have always been the hardest to heal, for Primordial Spirit Realm cultivators, treating them starts with Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures capable of healing the Primordial Spirit.
If it were easy, back then Zhong Shouzheng, a formidable Primordial Spirit Realm strongman, wouldn't have needed to work to earn dicine money.
More challenging is the issue of human consciousness, which may not be damaged, rely overburdened with negative emotions, potentially causing significant problems at so point.
Thus, Yu Ziqing feels this force seemingly isn't as good as Che Lun's direct productivity enhancent.
But actually, it might be more important than improving productivity.
Calming and settling the mind, driving away negative feelings, for regular people, it's soothing the soul, like an exhaustive ritual massage, sharpening their will.
For the Divine Dynasty, it's a policy tool for maintaining social stability.
For cultivators, this power particularly aids cultivation and might eventually beco a cheap ans for restoring the Divine Soul.
Yu Ziqing thought about many things, yet this power wasn't substantially connected to the little stories he told Shi Juice.
Those little stories may rely be a simple trigger; whether things develop positively, the story itself truly isn't the most crucial.
Ultimately, it's up to the person.
Yu Ziqing quietly stood there for a long ti, until the ritual against evildoers ended, amidst the bustling fair crowd, not moving.
Zhang appeared behind Yu Ziqing, wearing a fresh outfit with a slight smile.
"Your Majesty, is there more?"
"Making such big strides, aren't you afraid it'll stretch sothing?" Yu Ziqing chided without good humor.
"I'm old, doesn't matter; a few more would be great." Zhang smiled, unafraid, knowing the ritual was truly useful.
Like the past Earth Deities, after the chaos ended, Yu Ziqing was willing to provide them a way out. Examined deities could remain rather than being indiscriminately eradicated based on identity.
The present Earth Deities cooperated dutifully, truly useful, though supervision is necessary.
These promoters who rely on rituals must also be regulated.
Particularly these Divine Grannies, if they deviate, it's indeed easy.
"Don't rush other Divine Grannies to complete the ritual, first observe this Divine Granny for a year.
If there's no issue, then talk about others, but control the numbers.
Besides, scenes like today's, once a year, a fixed date is best.
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