The Power of Belief stems from the heart, is sincere in heart, and is steadfast in action—this is the true essence of the Power of Belief.

As Achou said, wanting to obtain the Power of Belief doesn’t mean you just set up a deity statue and have common folks worship and offer tributes to you, then you can acquire the Power of Belief.

If that were the case, the Heavenly Temple wouldn’t need to expend such effort to widely recruit followers, send countless Spirit Masters, Grand Spirit Masters, and even Divine Masters out to perform good deeds and display divine manifestations.

The Power of Belief emphasizes what comes from the heart, from a genuine inner recognition and esteem for you, only then can you harvest that little bit of Power of Belief from them.

Using Achou’s blunt words, even if Ye Zhen uses the Territory Suppressing Heavenly King as a deity statue on the True Profound Continent, constructing temples across the regions for tributes, if people actually come, most will just go through motions.

The possibility of truly obtaining the Power of Belief is extremely small.

Even if occasionally obtaining a little Power of Belief, it would still be pitifully little.

Of course, this is merely Achou’s simple statement; the Power of Belief is extremely mysterious and complex, with countless paths, not something that can be explained clearly in a few words.

And today, Ye Zhen was seen as the avatar of the Yizhi Sand Sea Heavenly God’s Envoy by nearly ten thousand Sha Clan people of the Black Sand Tribe, who then gratefully worshiped.

It was because these Sha Clan people are all fanatics.

Fanatics are the most favored followers by the various Divine Monarchs and Divine Kings of the Heavenly Temple, the Demon Gods of the Demon Clan, and the Ancient Barbarian Gods.

A single fanatic is worth thousands of ordinary followers, and perhaps even more.

A fanatic, from its literal meaning, is once confirmed, a crazed, boundaryless follower capable of giving everything.

These Sha Clan people, once confirmed Ye Zhen as the avatar of the Yizhi Sand Sea Heavenly God’s Envoy, went completely insane, burning with zeal, seeing Ye Zhen as the embodiment of the Heavenly God they can give everything to.

Thus, there is today’s fantastic effect.

"Achou, how can one transform a follower into a fanatic?" Ye Zhen suddenly posed a profound question.

"Lord Ye, for this question, I don’t need to answer; I only need to ask you a question, and you’ll naturally understand." Achou replied.

"Go ahead and ask."

"Under what circumstances, when accepting someone’s help, will you be more grateful to the person helping you?" Achou asked.

"This...."

This question, at first glance, might seem simple, but upon closer contemplation, the answers and situations likely vary greatly.

Being thankful for coal sent in a snowstorm naturally outweighs the appreciation for embellishments added to luxury.

Offering a bowl of water in the desert evokes more gratitude than gifting a barrel of water on a country road.

It can basically be summarized in one phrase: in desperate, hopeless situations and suddenly receiving help, the recipient might even repay with their life.

However, if when you help others, it is with the intention to seek returns, the gratitude received might become tainted.

"Hope—giving others hope in hopeless situations—perhaps this is how fanatics arise?" Ye Zhen answered.

"Maybe so; since you’ve already touched upon the Power of Belief, you’ll eventually comprehend this answer on your own. Using Lud Li’s old saying, we can only wish there were no more fanatics in the world...."

Achou suddenly switched to an unexpectedly somber tone, then fell silent, saying no more.

Ye Zhen heard this, and his heart trembled violently. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Lud Li!

The original refiner of the Mirage Dragon Pearl, also the first master of the Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit Achou.

’Only wish there were no more fanatics in the world!’

This phrase uttered by the Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit Achou seemed imbued with an inexplicable profound meaning; however, Ye Zhen could neither fathom nor comprehend the underlying significance of this seemingly straightforward sentence.....

With the continual growth of his Primordial Spirit, even if Ye Zhen felt uncomfortable with these Sha Clan fanatics kissing his feet, he persisted nonetheless.

Over eighty thousand people, two feet, with four to six or seven people undertaking this ritual simultaneously, averaging four to five people per every two breaths, over one hundred sixty people a minute, less than twenty thousand in two hours.

It took a full ten hours.

Ye Zhen stood there, accepting these Sha Clan fanatics’ worship and kisses, enduring for a full ten hours before it ended.

The results were extraordinarily remarkable.

Ye Zhen’s Four-colored Primordial Spirit grew from two inches and two to two inches and three, then to two inches and four, and finally two inches and five.

Don’t be fooled by the mere quarter-inch increase; the growth of the Primordial Spirit is an overall proportional escalation.

Though its height only rose by a quarter-inch, Ye Zhen’s sensation was that his Primordial Spirit Power increased by more than double.

Under regular circumstances, it would take Ye Zhen at least a hundred years of arduous cultivation for his Four-colored Primordial Spirit to achieve such growth.

Yet now, in merely ten hours, such a breakthrough was attained.

The most notable difference is that Ye Zhen’s spiritual power now can easily cover a hundred-mile radius with just a slight movement of the primordial spirit.

Within this hundred-mile radius, everything that happens is within Ye Zhen’s perception.

Suddenly, Ye Zhen understood why Xuan Sheng was certain there must be someone hiding under the ground of Quagmire Lake.

Although Xuan Sheng did not arrive that day, the primordial spirit power had already extended; the moment Ye Zhen hid into the Mirage Dragon Pearl, that fluctuation was sensed by Xuan Sheng.

This was the reason for Xuan Sheng’s repeated probing and ultimately waiting to catch Ye Zhen.

It was all due to the strength of the primordial spirit.

This sudden worship not only skyrocketed Ye Zhen’s spiritual cultivation but also transformed the members of the Black Sand Tribe.

When Ye Zhen first arrived during the day, the Sha Clan people of the Black Sand Tribe had bitter expressions, with sorrow etched on each person’s face.

Now, however, each one was radiant, full of life, with a long-lost sparkle in their eyes.

Ye Zhen felt that after this worship ceremony, the Essence, Qi, and Spirit of the entire Black Sand Tribe had changed completely, as if they had come back to life.

"Honorable Divine Envoy, your most loyal servant Hei Mann has prepared the best place for you here. Please be kind and accept a token of your most loyal servant’s heart." The chief of the Black Sand Tribe, Hei Mann, remained kneeling before Ye Zhen.

"Hmm, lead the way...."

Ye Zhen nodded, and Hei Mann immediately stood up excitedly, shouting loudly, and under the black curtain of the sky, a fire dragon suddenly lit up.

Hei Mann and three other Sha Clan Martial Artists at the Realm King Realm quickly took out a soft sedan chair, kneeling to invite Ye Zhen, the Divine Envoy, onto the chair.

Now, Ye Zhen relaxed and sat on the sedan chair, under the careful lifting by Hei Mann and three Realm King Realm strongmen, and flew steadily at low altitude over the gathering place of the Black Sand Tribe.

A fire dragon followed behind Ye Zhen, together with the vast, full desert ballad that began to sound behind him, filled with hope and joy, without a trace of desolation....

"Achou, today alone, after just two hours, my spiritual power doubled. If these fanatics did this for me every day, wouldn’t my spiritual power increase by this much every day?" During the return journey, Ye Zhen started chatting with Achou again.

"Lord Ye, stop dreaming your daydreams! Situations like today are rare bursts of the power of belief among fanatics.

It’s good if it happens once in several years or even decades.

It’s just like receiving charcoal in the snow; the first time is most appreciated, but the second, third, and fourth will get weaker!

Of course, it’s not that after today, these fanatics are useless.

On the contrary, these fanatics will become your most devout believers, your greatest source of the power of belief.

As long as they keep thinking of you and believing in you, they will continuously reinforce their power of belief onto you, a significant accumulation over time.

It just won’t be as abundant as today’s outburst of the power of belief from the fanatics. But.... hehe..."

As Achou reached this point, his voice suddenly stopped, habitually selling a point for suspense.

However, Achou forgot that Little Demon had already awakened. And Little Demon, most loathed Achou’s suspenseful antics before Ye Zhen.

Before Ye Zhen could inquire, hundreds of inky green whip shadows covered Achou’s head, striking him into a miserable cry.

"Elder sister, I was wrong, stop hitting, I will, I will tell!"

"Lord Ye, just think about it; in the Yizhi Sand Sea, how many tribes survive in bitterness like the Black Sand Tribe? Not speaking of all of them, if you managed to reach one-tenth of the tribes in the Yizhi Sand Sea and cause the Sha Clan people there to have a burst of fanatical belief as the Black Sand Tribe did, then the benefits....."

After saying this, Achou, who was dejected from Little Demon’s strikes, hid inside the Mirage Dragon Pearl to sulk.

Achou initially wanted to perform by creating suspense, yet was disoriented by Little Demon’s whipping.

"Little Demon, be gentler with Achou in the future; Achou’s just a bit of a mouth-off and loves to clown around, but he’s pretty decent at heart." Ye Zhen had no choice but to admonish the fiery-tempered Little Demon.

Upon hearing this, the Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit, Achou, who just hid inside the Mirage Dragon Pearl, sniffled pathetically, feeling a bit emotional.

Once upon a time, Achou was a Demon Lord of Mayhem, yet now he was being chastised by a young girl, unable to utter a single protest.

It truly was frustrating....

"Father, don’t worry, Achou’s just being silly, he deserves the whipping!" Little Demon’s words made the heart of the Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit, Achou, fill with sorrow again.

However, Little Demon’s next words granted the Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit, Achou, a sigh of relief.

"But as Father has spoken, I will treat Achou better from now on, put up with him a bit, and try not to whip him unless necessary." Said Little Demon.

Because of these words, Achou, who was hiding inside the Mirage Dragon Pearl like an ostrich, nearly burst into tears with gratitude!

After reconciling the two, Ye Zhen, carried on the sedan chair by the finest experts of the Black Sand Tribe, began seriously considering Achou’s earlier suggestion.

If he traveled to each tribe in Yizhi Sand Sea, applying today’s techniques as the Divine Envoy of the Sand Sea Heavenly God, the gains would be indescribable.

The only concern was the attitude of the Yizhi Temple, which governed hundreds of thousands of tribes both large and small within the Yizhi Sand Sea!