At this moment, the sinister wind that swept through the town had suddenly dissipated. The bustling energy of the people surged up instantly, as if the eerie atmosphere that had persisted from the continuous worship of the Grass Head Eight Declining Gods was completely washed away by the townsfolk's sudden joy.
In this town, the legend of the Stone Horse had been passed down for a long time. Day in and day out, people burned incense and worshipped. Yet, over the decades, despite many offerings, no one had ever seen the Stone Horse come to life.
It was like in Hu Ma's past life, when someone said that as long as a few stones were stacked together and incense candles and offerings were placed beside them, after a while, people would naturally come to worship, burn incense, offer tributes, and pray.
They did not know what it was for or what good it did, but they would follow along and worship.
Creating gods was just that easy.
