Time passed day by day.
One day, Jiang Yifeng gazed at the flowers, grass, and trees in the mountains.
Suddenly, he had an epiphany.
His Dao of Wood and Dao of Nature made significant progress.
As spring passed and autumn came.
One day, he witnessed the withering of the flowers, grass, and trees.
Jiang Yifeng had another realization.
His Dao of Life reached a new level!
Just like that, his strength steadily increased.
He suddenly heard cries for help.
He released his Divine Sense and discovered a young hunter.
The young hunter was dressed in animal skins, looking quite primitive.
Not far from the young hunter, there was a fierce beast over thirty meters tall.
The beast had the head of a lion, the body of a tiger, and wings on its back!
Looking at the beast, Jiang Yifeng pondered.
"What kind of fierce beast is this?"
He had never seen such a creature before.
But it didn't matter.
After all, the beast seemed to be only at the Core Formation stage.
It wouldn't even take a slap to deal with it!
Jiang Yifeng simply used his Divine Sense to strike down the beast.
Everything was so simple.
The young hunter saw the beast suddenly collapse and was stunned.
After a long time, the young hunter seemed to confirm the beast's death.
With a "thud," he knelt on the ground.
He kept kowtowing to the surroundings.
Muttering, "Thank you, Mountain God..."
He didn't know someone had saved him.
In fact, the young hunter didn't even know cultivators existed.
His gratitude was directed towards his faith.
A hunter relying on the mountains for sustenance!
It's normal to worship the Mountain God.
Jiang Yifeng didn't pay much attention to all this.
He saved the person just as a matter of convenience.
He didn't need the other's gratitude.
Jiang Yifeng originally thought this was just a small episode in his boring cultivation life.
But not long after, he realized he was wrong.
The young hunter, after returning to his tribe, spread the word that he was saved by the Mountain God.
Although many thought the young man was bragging.
More and more people started hunting in this mountain.
After all, hunting anywhere is still hunting, right?
If there really was a Mountain God in this mountain.
Everyone's safety while hunting would be more assured.
If there was no Mountain God?
It didn't matter either.
After all, other mountains didn't have one either.
Thanks to the young hunter's boasting.
Jiang Yifeng almost heard cries for help in the mountains every two or three days.
Actually, it's also Jiang Yifeng's fault for being too powerful, with excellent hearing.
Within millions of kilometers, any prominent sound, even if he didn't pay attention, he could hear clearly.
But since he heard it, Jiang Yifeng wasn't one to ignore cries for help.
After all, it was just a convenient thing to do!
Gradually, the legend of the Mountain God in this mountain became more and more real; spreading further and further.
Even at the foot of the mountain, hunters deliberately built a temple for Jiang Yifeng.
One day, while Jiang Yifeng was cultivating, he suddenly felt a strange force surging from afar.
Merging into his body.
This startled Jiang Yifeng.
His first thought was that someone wanted to harm him!
He couldn't help it, with all the past schemes and plots by various big shots; Jiang Yifeng was a bit paranoid.
He quickly checked his own condition.
After a long time, he frowned.
The force was too faint.
So faint it was like a wisp of air.
He couldn't feel any threat from this force.
And inside his body, although there was an extra wisp of faint white force; he didn't feel any abnormalities!
But Jiang Yifeng was still uneasy.
He began to trace the source of the force.
Jiang Yifeng discovered that the faint force was actually coming from the mortals at the foot of the mountain.
He recalled the hunters building a temple for him.
It turned out that faint force was the power of incense!
Or perhaps the power of faith?
It was faint because it was a force derived from mortals, how could it not be faint?
Jiang Yifeng didn't expect that this world truly had the power of faith.
In the cultivation systems he had encountered before, this was never mentioned.
Thinking of this, Jiang Yifeng felt that perhaps this really wasn't the original world.
But none of that mattered anymore.
He just needed to confirm that the force was harmless.
As for the Dao of Faith?
Jiang Yifeng didn't plan to deliberately cultivate it.
After all, he didn't know how to utilize that power.
In the days that followed, he continued to cultivate daily; saving people!
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of years passed.
The game in this mountain, after centuries of hunting, became scarcer.
As for fierce beasts, they were no more.
As early as a hundred years ago,
there were almost no hunters entering the mountain to hunt.
Jiang Yifeng no longer heard cries for help.
He could finally cultivate in peace.
As for the power of faith he had accumulated over the years?
It had grown to the size of an egg.
This thing, Jiang Yifeng didn't know how to use, nor did he know if it was powerful.
And during the hundred years Jiang Yifeng was in seclusion.
The Mountain God Temple at the foot of the mountain gradually became desolate.
The hunters at the foot of the mountain began to relocate.
There was no other way!
There was no game in the mountains.
The hunters had to move to survive.
Unknowingly, several hundred more years passed.
One day, Jiang Yifeng suddenly felt the power of faith within him pulsating.
Gradually, his consciousness seemed to be drawn away by the power of faith.
Jiang Yifeng found himself in a dilapidated temple.
He had become a clay statue!
In front of him, a young boy was kneeling.
At this moment, the boy was continuously kowtowing to the clay statue.
His forehead was already bleeding, but he showed no signs of stopping.
As he kowtowed, he kept muttering.
"Fierce beasts run rampant, the world is in misery, I humbly beg the Mountain God to show great mercy and save the people!"
Jiang Yifeng looked at the boy kneeling on the ground.
Then at his clay body.
So this was the power of faith.
As long as someone sincerely prayed, his consciousness could follow the power of faith and descend to the idol being worshipped.
Having understood part of the function of the power of faith.
Jiang Yifeng withdrew his thoughts and focused on the boy's mutterings.
He had heard everything the boy said to the Mountain God statue.
Originally, in this world, the human race was weak, with fierce beasts rampaging everywhere.
The boy was the son of a city lord, and he had heard rumors of a Mountain God in this mountain, so he came to seek help.
Hoping the true god could save the people from suffering.
Looking again at the boy whose forehead was bleeding.
Jiang Yifeng sighed softly.
"Ah, young one, the human race must rely on itself, seeking gods is not as good as seeking oneself!"
Hearing the clay statue speak, the boy was overjoyed at first.
There really was a Mountain God.
But then he became puzzled.
What did the Mountain God's words mean?
Self-reliance, how could the human race become self-reliant?
Those fierce beasts could fly and escape, what could they do besides praying to the gods?
Seeing the boy's confusion, Jiang Yifeng understood.
He was about to impart the cultivation methods of Martial Dao, Immortal Dao, and Divine Dao.
He wasn't sure if this was a historical time or a new world.
If it was a historical period, casually imparting knowledge might create a closed loop of reincarnation.
Thinking of this, Jiang Yifeng said.
"In ancient times, people observed fierce beasts hunting to create methods!"
"Even though the inheritance is broken, does the human race lack the courage to start anew?"
Jiang Yifeng casually made up a story.
To let the boy understand that humans could create methods.