If we can manage to gather a hundred thousand or eighty thousand followers, we could directly cultivate a Divine Spirit with Weak Divine Power!
After the prayer ended, the villagers who participated in this collective activity were emotionally invigorated.
They couldn't help but want to praise everything loudly!
The Swamp Boggart then, without using any abilities, had Ness organize all the villagers for another round of prayer.
Except for the old man who had not kneeled in prayer from start to finish, everyone agreed.
A full hour passed with the small village enveloped in the sounds of prayer.
When the gathering dispersed, there were already over two hundred devout followers.
Progress was swift.
After everyone had gone to rest, under the night sky, only the old man who had never kneeled remained in the original place alone.
With cloudy eyes, he stood staring blankly at the unobtrusive Temple in the plaza.
His hunched body remained motionless for a long time.
