Gong Qiying, who could multitask, imdiately switched his viewpoint to outside the Dungeon, and of course the location was Hepa Town.
The commotion didn’t seem to have spread to the Underground City Teleportation Gate side, but standing here he could still hear soone in the distant streets and alleys shouting sothing loudly, and even the guards were running around.
After he moved closer, he finally heard clearly what people were shouting.
"Catch the spy!"
He saw a person up ahead, his whole body wrapped tightly in clothes, even his head wrapped in black cloth, just short of writing "I’m suspicious" in big letters across his face, running in front while a bunch of people chased behind. The guy’s legs were surprisingly fast; even with a whole group chasing, they still hadn’t caught up.
Seeing this scene, the bit of interest Gong Qiying had just felt instantly cald back down.
So it’s just catching a spy, huh. I thought Huang Guang was invading again.
With his ever-increasing Spiritual Threshold, it probably took at least a Demon Clan invasion–level incident now to have any chance of catching his interest.
Besides, catching a spy is really nothing unusual in Hepa Town.
The suspected spy turned around and flung a Holy Light Flash Skill at his pursuers; the dazzling Flash was like a Sun Fist, instantly making it impossible for people to open their eyes.
Oh ho, Holy Light Church Magic—now we can confirm his identity.
Gong Qiying picked up a brick at his side and casually hurled it hundreds of ters away, precisely nailing the spy on the head.
The man’s eyes rolled back and he fainted on the spot; by the ti the pursuers rushed up and pinned him down, he had already lost the ability to resist.
Watching the spy carried off trussed up like a zongzi, Gong Qiying was so bored he yawned, then turned and headed into the city to stretch his legs.
In Hepa Town, the Dungeon was always a topic for people; people talking about the Dungeon got themselves a form of entertainnt, and the Dungeon got heat through this—truly a win–win move.
But gossip cos fast and goes fast as well. The impact of Flant’s speech back then had spread extrely far and burned incredibly hot, yet looking now, no one seed to be talking about it anymore.
If no one is talking about it, does that an the Dungeon’s impact has passed?
Absolutely not.
Walking all this way, the clearest feeling Gong Qiying had was that the number of people who used lines like "XX God bless you" or similar phrases as catchphrases or even punctuation had dropped—a lot.
People were no longer casually spouting this kind of empty talk. Saying it once in a while could still count as a heartfelt blessing, but hanging this sort of thing on your lips all year round more or less warped the original aning. The ergence of Sain Dungeon had once again changed that situation.
From his experience, the current atmosphere in Hepa Town was like that of an average town in the Yanor Kingdom, where religion and Faith were thick in the air; set in Scaroon’s environnt, you could practically call it atheist.
That alone showed just how big a blow Sain Dungeon had dealt to the local Faith environnt.
So Dungeons had been affected as collateral, and the impact wasn’t small. For these Dungeons, Gong Qiying generously said they could co to him for help; at the very least, he wouldn’t let people die for nothing.
He had reported the situation with Huang Guang to the other Dungeons. This kind of bizarre, abnormal entity naturally aroused the City Lords’ vigilance, so most of them maintained a supportive attitude toward this series of asures Gong Qiying had taken against Huang Guang.
It was just that getting these City Lords to imitate Sain Dungeon and spread so "cut off the God" rhetoric was impossible; after all, once Huang Guang was dealt with, they still expected to make a living off this!
The City Lords were simply treating this current "can’t collect Faith" situation as a temporary hardship—grit their teeth and it would pass.
It was at this mont that, while passing a small alley, Gong Qiying heard hushed whispers coming from inside.
"Just endure it; there’s nothing we can do. After all, those ignorant folks have the numbers, which instead makes us truly devout people look like we’re the ones making a fuss."
Gong Qiying glanced over and saw several old n gathered in the alley talking. They all wore various religious trinkets on their bodies; one look and you knew they were fanatic believers.
One old man was rubbing a bracelet strung with miniature Gwyn heads, sighing as he spoke:
"How could prayer possibly fail to please God? Prayer is clearly the best thod. This ’prayer is useless’ theory is just sothing that crowd outside cooked up because they’re too lazy to pray and want to drag us down with them. The more it’s like this, the more we have to unite."
Another old man nodded; the Wilderness Church decorations hanging all over his head jingled with the motion.
"That lot will only be noisy for a while. Just watch—before long they’ll forget all about this, and by then we’ll be able to live like we used to."
After saying that, this group of stubborn prayer supporters began praying to their respective Gods, their droning voices like a swarm of mosquitoes gathering together.
Watching these people, Gong Qiying suddenly raised an eyebrow.
So there are still people thinking they can just tough it out and wait for this to blow over.
Sure enough, you can’t completely change these diehards’ minds with just one big stunt. By that logic, there’s probably still a large batch of fence-sitters waiting for their chance. If in the future the pro‑prayer voices swell again, that crowd currently supporting the abolition of prayer will turn right around and switch positions.
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