Meng Yi reappeared in the Red Mist Space.
This time, the space had changed, and he received a prompt as soon as he entered.
"Acquire one portion of Ninth-Tier Divine Grace Power."
"Options: One, Bestow Divine Grace (Insufficient share, current conversion share: 1/3 Ninth-Tier).
Two, Increase ordinary Believer limit (Can increase by seven people).
Note: The more Believers, the higher the conversion rate."
This Ninth-Tier Divine Grace power should have been taken from that deceased Believer.
Meng Yi stroked his chin, examining the words before him. He could acquire Divine Grace power…
This was essentially plundering the power of other gods, which was typically something only evil gods would do!
The Divine Grace he gave to Cen Qiyun was indeed not without a source. It seemed he had truly plundered the power of a certain god before.
This ability was best kept hidden from others.
However, besides himself, others shouldn't be able to see the red mist, so there was no need to worry too much about "people."
What he wasn't sure about was whether the corresponding god could sense it when the red mist plundered Divine Grace?
He couldn't make a judgment, so he could only keep it in mind for now.
Then came the two options.
Bestowing Divine Grace was easy to understand, but the note about insufficient share meant that plundered Divine Grace seemed to be a three-in-one conversion.
Meng Yi's gaze shifted to the latter part.
Conversion rate!
The more Believers, the higher the conversion rate. Did this mean that if he had enough Believers in the future, the plundered power could be converted one-to-one?
Meng Yi didn't make a choice for now. Firstly, the specific ratio still needed to be explored.
Secondly, even if he chose to expand his Believers now, there was no one.
He was just a novice god.
How to contact Believers, how to let Believers contact him, and so on—he was completely clueless.
He needed to explore.
However, he soon found the answer to the latter.
Meng Yi leaned back in the chair. The dome of the grand hall was embedded with scattered points of light that even the red mist couldn't obscure.
This was a new change.
As his thoughts stirred, the stars on the dome fell, revolving around the stone chair on the high platform.
Various voices immediately echoed in Meng Yi's ears.
"Oh, God…"
Listening to the various prayers, he chuckled self-deprecatingly. What kind of god was this weak?
However, this didn't prevent him from using this Red Mist Space. If he kept developing, there would eventually be a day when he lived up to the name.
He briefly surveyed the surrounding stars, each corresponding to a Believer.
Through these stars, he could see every move of his Believers.
Almost all Believers, upon returning home, would first pray to their god.
They prayed repeatedly, anxious and uneasy, hoping that the god they worshipped would give them guidance on how to better align with the god's preferences.
If they went against the god's preferences, Believers could be abandoned at any time.
Yet, they knew nothing about their new god.
Through the stars, Meng Yi could feel their helplessness and panic.
Most of these people were in cramped, small rooms, constantly kowtowing and praying to lit candles.
So that's what candles were for.
Thinking of what he saw while walking at night, Meng Yi raised an eyebrow slightly.
Cen Qiyun said there were three hundred twenty-four people in the park just now. Excluding himself, there should be three hundred twenty-three.
Meng Yi quickly scanned, and the answer appeared in his mind: three hundred twenty-one.
Just a short night walk, and two Believers were gone. This world was truly not friendly to ordinary people.
Given this, he wouldn't even consider the option of expanding the number of Believers. His current Believers weren't even at full capacity.
He'd keep this Ninth-Tier Divine Grace power for now.
Meng Yi's gaze swept over these stars. How was he supposed to bestow a "Divine Oracle" upon his Believers?
Seeing his Believers so anxious, leaving them alone wasn't an option. What if they all converted to other gods in the end?
A slightly brighter star streaked across his vision. Meng Yi's gaze fell upon it; it was Cen Qiyun.
This woman clearly started praying as soon as she returned home, lighting a candle in her spacious, bright room.
She used to be a Divine Grace User, so her living conditions were clearly much better than ordinary people's.
She crossed her hands over her chest, closed her eyes, and bowed her head, utterly devout:
"Oh, God, how should I praise Your name? How should I follow Your path?"
Meng Yi frowned. What should he do?
He began to recall how he used to worship other gods.
Those gods wouldn't have clear "Divine Oracles." When he received the god's blessing, he would naturally know in his heart how to make the god happier.
These Believers, however, clearly didn't receive similar hints internally, so they were naturally anxious.
If they hadn't personally seen the Red Mist God Kingdom, and personally seen Cen Qiyun and his two Divine Grace Users, many Believers would probably doubt if the ritual was successful.
He was a bit different from the gods of this world.
Bestow Divine Oracles one by one?
Would he still have any gravitas as a god then?
No, he needed to choose a spokesperson.
Cen Qiyun was the most suitable candidate.
Meng Yi reached out and touched the star representing Cen Qiyun.
How should he convey a Divine Oracle? Should he bring her over to speak?
On the lowest level of the high platform, a figure suddenly appeared.
Meng Yi was a little stunned.
Cen Qiyun, on the other hand, was greatly surprised, then ecstatic.
She had just been praying at home, and in an instant, she was back in the Red Mist God Kingdom.
The god on the high platform was now surrounded by many stars, appearing even more mysterious and unfathomable, toying with the brightest of them in his hand.
Cen Qiyun knelt down with a thud and kowtowed:
"God!"
A majestic voice rang out: "Raise your head."
Cen Qiyun tremblingly looked up.
The stars surrounding the god now began to float upwards, finally embedding themselves in the dome of the grand hall.
The God's Kingdom became even more brilliant.
Meng Yi leaned back in the stone chair and spoke in a calm tone: "You wish to praise My name? Follow My path?"
Cen Qiyun bowed respectfully.
Meng Yi thought carefully. The gods of this world didn't seem to care much about divine names. Their control over Believers seemed very casual.
There were no churches, no holy scriptures. They seemed not to need these, and didn't care about faith at all, abandoning Believers at will.
But Meng Yi couldn't do that.
The number of Believers affected his conversion rate.
The power of Divine Grace Users would also feedback to himself.
Therefore…
He needed a grand name, a suitable organizational structure, and a "path" suitable for Believers to follow.
"Heh…"
Cen Qiyun bowed devoutly.
Meng Yi looked around, his mind racing.
A divine name shouldn't just sound good; it needed substance.
Red Mist God Kingdom… combined with his act of plundering the Divine Grace of other gods… plunder, slaughter!
How about Scarlet King?
If he were about transformation, he could use the name Crimson, but unfortunately… his abilities leaned towards plunder and slaughter. Scarlet isn't just a color; it also carries meanings of bloodiness and danger.
And King symbolizes rule and power!
This was more fitting than forcing titles like Lord of So-and-so or Master of So-and-so onto himself.
Believers called this place the Place of Salvation; he could directly use that…
The Eternal Incarnation of the Place of Salvation!
But that felt too thin.
He could foresee having many authorities in the future, so… God of Gods?
Too exaggerated!
The Omnipotent?
That could work. The title "Omnipotent" sounds grand, but it still has the same problem: too exaggerated.
The Shapeshifter of Myriad Authorities.
He couldn't directly claim he could plunder; he would disguise it with varied authorities.
Finally…
Meng Yi made his decision.
The Scarlet King.
The Shapeshifter of Myriad Authorities.
The Eternal Incarnation of the Place of Salvation!
He had to think of a special way to tell Cen Qiyun. Meng Yi felt a sense of shame just imagining himself sitting on the high platform saying these three sentences.
Cen Qiyun, beneath the divine throne, seemed to sense something. She prostrated herself on the ground and proclaimed loudly:
"Praise be to You!
Great Scarlet King!
You are the Shapeshifter of Myriad Authorities!
You are the Eternal Incarnation of the Place of Salvation!"