A gust of wind rose out of nowhere, sweeping across the entire stage in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, sand and stones flew everywhere.

The trees on the ground were uprooted, and the houses where the mud people lived were also destroyed in the storm.

They couldn't even struggle, they were ripped to shreds by the gale.

A scene of utter devastation.

The entire audience held their breath, immersing themselves in the scene and imagining how they would react if they were in that situation.

But not a single one, even with their advanced technology now, could withstand such a disaster.

A sense of despair spread through the hearts of the crowd.

Especially the audience in China, they simply cannot imagine how these clay figures would cope with such a natural disaster.

Are you going to lose?

"Woooo... Could it be that humans are truly unable to survive on their own?"

“Humans still seek the protection of the divine. Merciful Father, we will spread your glory.”

"...

Not only audiences in the Chinese-speaking world, but also audiences from other empires, showed expressions of sorrow at the rabbit's death.

Although this is a battle between the Xia Dynasty and the Papal State, it is still a struggle between mortals and immortals.

No matter how powerful humans may be, survival and destruction ultimately rest in the hands of the gods.

Its might is irreversible!

All eyes turned to the little girl on the platform, eager to see if she would step in to save the clay figures.

However, they were disappointed.

It is said that the network...

The other party remained completely unmoved, still standing in place with no intention of interfering whatsoever.

After the storm, the ground was in ruins.

The Lord looked down upon the miniature world in ruins, finding no disturbance in the extermination of a multitude of beings.

The only way is practice makes perfect!

You lost!

The LORD looked upon the little girl with evident pleasure.

"Is that so?"

Nuwa smiled without denying it, her gaze returned to the miniature world on the stage.

One by one, little mud men crawled out of the ruins.

"Oh!"

"Pretty!"

"Awesome!"

"Humanity is invincible!"

"... "

At this moment, all the human beings in the audience were boiling with excitement.

Regardless of who they are, or what side they're on, at this moment they are simply human beings.

Even the audience from the Papal States were left speechless by it.

Because those clay figures suffered disasters, they have appeared in their history.

However, they chose to seek forgiveness from the gods or protection from them.

In their eyes, the punishment from the gods was something they could not defy.

It's available now!

This group of mud people actually resisted the divine punishment inflicted upon them with their own abilities.

This touched them deeply.

Originally, humans could survive by themselves!

This moment.

Their faith in the gods began to waver for the first time!

And as a result, the Spirit of the Lord suddenly departed from him.

The white light emanating from around the body was no longer dazzling, it had softened to a point where it could be looked at directly.

The Lord's face turned pale, and anger flashed in his eyes for a moment.

"Stubborn!"

"God said, ..."

"Let the gods say nothing more, let's hear what humans have to say!"

The word of the LORD was interrupted by a little girl's cruelty.

Before he could react, a group of mudmen kept crawling out from the ruins.

They shouted loudly, and then a mud man taller than the others stepped out of the crowd.

"Heaven and earth are unfeeling, treating all things as mere fodder for dogs. Sages are also unfeeling, treating the people as mere fodder for dogs!"

They are gods who look down upon us, how could they possibly care about the pain of mortals? From today onwards, we, the human race, must strive relentlessly!

"I don't revere gods or Buddhas, only my ancestors!"

Although the shout was faint, it was like a spark that ignited a wildfire, instantly setting everyone ablaze.

"No gods, only ancestors!"

"No respect for gods and Buddhas, only reverence for ancestors!"

"...

From the arena, to outside, and to all of China, even to the entire Divine Grace Continent!

...are all echoing that phrase.

The common people declare with this proclamation that the reign of the gods is at an end. They, humanity, will rely on themselves and forge their own path.

"Ridiculous!"

The LORD sneered, and with a flourish of his shepherd’s crook,

For disobedient lambs, a hands-on punishment is needed!

The shepherd's crook emitted a pure white radiance, appearing incredibly sacred.

But what it did was so cruel!

Countless clay figures were shattered and turned to dust.

However, these clay figures did not exhibit the fear and dread he anticipated. Instead, they met his presence with even fiercer resistance.

In the microcosm, time flows faster.

The mud people rapidly multiplied and began to build their own civilization.

Part of it stood against the attack from Yahweh, while the other part lived in peace.

Until one day, a clay figure communicated with heaven and earth, comprehending the path of cultivation.

Humans have officially entered the era of cultivation.

It is becoming increasingly difficult for the Lord to contend.

"This can't be possible!"

The Lord was astonished.

These clay figurines are no longer the first generation, but rather have multiplied and evolved through countless generations.

Logically speaking, the divinity within them should have long since become extremely diluted, even completely vanished. Yet, instead of weakening, they are becoming increasingly powerful.

Now I have even understood the method of cultivation again.

Is this still the lamb in his eyes?

Killing them endlessly only makes these clay figures stronger.

Only then did the LORD realize that the clay figure before him was vastly different from the one he had created.

They may not be as perfect as they were created to be, but they possess a terrifying resilience.

If one were to say that the humans they created were vibrant flowers, then these clay figurines before them would be dandelions.

Although not as showy as flowers, its vitality is surprisingly tenacious.

No matter how you destroy them, as long as you give them a chance to breathe, they will grow back quickly.

"No! This can't be! They were nothing but ants to be crushed at will, how could they possibly achieve this?"

The LORD was afraid to continue thinking, for he was afraid.

He is afraid that one day he will be replaced by humans!

He fears losing his current lofty position, ruling over all beings!

"Nothing is impossible, humans are a miracle themselves, and being replaced is only a matter of time."

The little girl smiled serenely, her voice carrying a hint of contentment.

"Madman! You华夏 deities are all madmen! To create such uncontrollable beings!"

The LORD called out in astonishment.

The beings they created are mere playthings, yet the Celestial Gods of Huaxia bestowed upon them such immense potential, even the chance to usurp the divine. What else could describe such lunacy?

"Why control them?"

The little girl asked back.

"Because they are my creations, like my children, they must show me reverence and gratitude!"

The word of the LORD was acknowledged by many of the gods in the heavenly realm.

They created beings to serve them, not to one day replace them.

"Hee hee..."

The little girl suddenly let out a soft giggle, but it was filled with disdain and sarcasm.

"Children? So that's how you educate them, by destroying them at the slightest disagreement!"

So your way of educating children is to make them wholeheartedly believe in you, without any independent thought!

So this is how you two parent!

To be a father without love, what face does one have to ask their children to respect and obey!