"You're flying so slow, Gu Mo..."

Circling around Gu Mo twice, the silver-haired, silver-eyed girl couldn't help but pout and mutter.

Dressed in a moon-white Daoist robe, riding the wind high in the sky with floating sleeves, like an exiled immortal descending to the mortal world, Gu Mo calmly glanced at Miss Shenqi... Although his appearance was top-notch at the moment, the speed was somewhat slow, which is why the girl seemed a bit speechless.

"There's nothing I can do about it. I cannot use Sword Control or Moon Transformation right now, nor can I use Innate Barrier to warp space for instant movement, so this is the only way..."

His tone was very calm, yet patient.

He wasn't incapable of flight; after all, he had long since escaped the embarrassing situation he once was in, although he still held firm on flexible adaptability in front of the Witch... From his initially created "Spiritual Power Ejection," he had already begun to free himself from the limitations of the earth, developing from two-dimensional to three-dimensional movement.

And long ago, he had already drawn "Sword Control Technique" from the system store, along with other mobility skills acquired through various means, be it learning and analyzing Techniques or acquiring Skill Badges from defeating monsters. In any case, he's not lacking in flight capabilities.

However—

Though he has now directly obtained a perfectly compatible magic puppet as his incarnate body, allowing his supreme spirit to return to the earth and walk in the mortal world... Ultimately, it's still a newly built blank account, even if his starting level is relatively high, it's all relative.

Moreover, besides intelligence information, almost nothing else is shared.

Ability values are somewhat weakened, skill levels have dropped; this is completely normal.

So the current situation is natural. Besides, whether slow or not is relative, at this moment, Gu Mo is riding the wind and advancing swiftly in the high sky, driven by mana, passing by like an unconventional whirlwind with explosive speed.

His estimated speed seems capable of breaking twice the speed of sound, which is already akin to the performance of future fighter jets.

Only the silver-haired girl would think he's slow, like a snail....

"Why don't we just go straight over there?"

Turning her silver eyes, Miss Shenqi playfully reached out her hand.

"...!!"

Next moment, as Gu Mo felt the touch of the soft little hand, he suddenly noticed his surroundings blur. In less than a second, the spatial scene had already transformed.

He blinked, glanced around, subtly freed himself from the silver-haired girl's hand:

"Well... thank you, but I thought the scenery on the way was quite interesting too. No need to be so hasty, you should learn to enjoy the journey..."

Effortlessly shifting the topic with his casual remarks, it was merely stating his thoughts without any intent to preach. After all, Miss Shenqi is inherently sacred, an innate transcender, time cannot easily leave marks on her regardless of attitude or personality.

While not absolutely unchangeable, it's difficult for mere passage of time to effect change.

This is a crucial point.

After all, sometimes "growth" and "aging" are essentially the same thing. If one only gains an Immortal's longevity without acquiring an Immortal's perspective, then with the passage of time, do they become more prudent, or rather, over long years, gradually decay...

— this remains debatable.

"Oh oh..."

The silver-haired girl gently nodded, unclear if she had taken it in, she widened her eyes as she watched the ongoing slaughter on the battlefield ahead.

Very primitive.

Very backward.

Like a battle between primitive tribes, the number of people isn't large, like warriors from backward tribes wearing simple linen clothes, wielding bronze or iron weapons, shouting as they clash, giving an initial impression of village skirmishes.

Low efficiency in utilizing metal resources, very primitive metal refining technique...

Gu Mo glanced and made such a judgment, while extending his Divine Will to search in all directions. In such an era, logistics, traffic, and other practical factors significantly affect war; both sides are unlikely to travel far distances to vie for a distant battlefield.

And just as he guessed, about ten miles away, there's a winding river, and on a nearby plateau, there's a village akin to a primitive tribe, which seems larger among settlements of this historical period.

Houses are generally pit dwellings, digging round or square pits in the ground with a pillar at the center to support a wooden frame, topped with a thatched roof.

Around the tribe there's a trench, and fields—

The latter split into many neat rectangular plots, reinforced with stakes and boards for partition dikes, primitive waterways cross through them, cultivating rice, millet, beans, and hemp. The village's tools consist of few iron items, alongside many wooden spades and hoes, there's even polished stone tools.

Carefully sweeping the tribe with spiritual power for a full scan, confirming every detail, as more feedback information returned, Gu Mo roughly guessed.

"This seems to be... a battle of faith."

Just at this moment, the silver-haired girl beside him spoke thoughtfully. Although she had little interest in conflict, she had listened to the reasoning Gu Mo mentioned earlier, thought it made some sense, and was now seriously observing, having discovered some clues within it.

——Faith war?

Gu Mo blinked his eyes, turned and glanced at that battlefield, with radiance flowing in his eyes.

After carefully identifying, he also discovered that the soldiers in the conflict each had a faint halo around them, which was a certain divine power bestowed upon them.

Though separated by a far distance, and too scattered…

Following the faint flows of energy, the young man dressed as a Daoist raised his eyes to the sky, only to see these tracks of divine power converging together, gathering towards a farther direction, and wisps rising from the earth like curling smoke.

In reality, those are divine powers flowing that ordinary eyes cannot see, and this battlefield is merely a local skirmish representation.

"Snatching faith, huh?" The young man in a moon-white Daoist robe showed slight interest this time.

Power of Faith——

He was naturally not unfamiliar with this concept.

It was only now that he first encountered this power system, previously wanting to study it but having no way, since he hadn't met many beings on the divine side…

The few examples being goddesses like Ishtar, Ereshkigal, Quetzalcoatl, who seemingly don't require faith, and furthermore, they aren't descending in their true form, only summoned in the form of Servants, not counting as the true divine prototype.

The only prototype encountered was Tima…

Mother of Origin, Mother of Creation, this needs no further mention. Although descending as a prototype, it held no reference value, as it is a primordial world divine body flawless from physical to mythological levels, naturally having no relation to the faith system.

As for now…

Gu Mo subconsciously glanced at the silver-haired girl by his side.

Evidently, this one also seems to be a presence on the divine side, a fact he had already confirmed. Yet it was one thing, he did not think the silver-haired girl required Power of Faith, given her reclusive ways, shutting herself away countless centuries…

Unclear what the outside world was like.

Her desire to create world and civilization also had no result.

If reliant on faith and incense, with such natural methods, she might've starved long ago at home.

Precisely seeing Miss Shenqi's style, he believed this world's "gods" are likely this type of existence, not needing to hinge on faith, incense, wish power, unexpected now to meet the faith system type…

——Seems just like the Fate World, though it has gods completely not needing faith, it isn't lacking examples relying on faith achievements too?

Making a conclusion in his mind, Gu Mo carefully scrutinized the battling sides, trying to analyze the faint divine power characteristics bestowed upon them.

These divine powers are too scattered, mainly used to counteract the opposing force and effect, so the enhancement effect on the soldiers themselves is not obvious. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Of course, this "not obvious" is merely his evaluation from his own perspective.

Generally speaking, the slight remaining divine power fortification can still improve a tribal warrior's physical attributes by roughly ten to twenty percent, quite noticeable to ordinary people. After all, through normal training, enhancing physical attributes by ten or twenty percent isn't easy.

Long-term perseverance is needed before gradually seeing results.

But now, it's an abrupt increase, compared to the natural growth before, this enhancement feels both sudden and significant, making them feel they've suddenly grown stronger…

Feeling the suddenly vigorous and strong body vitality, they roared and attacked the opposing foes, this was true for both sides.

"It feels like that side is about to lose…"

Shenqi showed slight interest apathy, making this assessment.

"Indeed, it's apparent…" Gu Mo nodded, knowing the silver-haired girl referred to that side, not just the current primitive tribal weapon skirmish locally, but a more macroscopic level, a total war across this land.

Seeing the leaf of autumn, glimpsing the overall situation, through the clash of divine powers on both sides in this battle, they could perceive the trend and outcome of the overall situation.

"But the conflict among believers only determines half, the other half is decided by the gods themselves…" Gu Mo touched his chin, contemplated something, his focus on the primitive simple weapons on both sides, stone, wood, iron, all seemed so primitive.

"While saying so, if the quality of believers falls short to the other side, the faith provided will also pale, for gods reliant on faith, inevitably creating a power disparity…" The silver-haired girl was noncommittal, though she required no faith.

Yet that doesn't mean she doesn't comprehend the clear logic of this system, not the Matthew effect but a vicious cycle.