After a brief moment of hesitation, the fortune teller rushed towards the nearby lamppost and hugged it tightly.
The entire area they were in was lifted into the air by something unseen.
The street tore through the ground and was thrown into the air, causing panic not only among those on it but also among people in other parts of the Forgotten City who suddenly saw a street fly up.
"It's a miracle! A miracle has occurred!"
In this world, anything that seems amiss is a manifestation of divine power. Everyone who witnessed this strange phenomenon hurriedly knelt on the ground and began to pray.
Li Mo stood at the doorway, simply dug out this area, tossed it into the air with his hidden tentacles, and then put it back. For him, such a commotion was just like picking up a prank toy, lifting it up and putting it back, but for everyone on this ground, it was a completely new experience.
They had never been so high in the air before, experiencing the sudden rise and fall of weightlessness. Even after returning to the stable ground, their hearts were still pounding, and they couldn't calm down at all. Their legs were so weak that they couldn't move.
"It is, it is the power of God..." someone muttered, taking advantage of the fact that his legs were too weak to stand up, he knelt down on the ground and began to pray and worship.
Once one person does it, others will be influenced and start to follow suit. After this experience, most of the people in the Forgotten Society acknowledged the arrival of a god. After all, such a terrifying thing was something that a diviner could not do. Only a powerful god could easily destroy an entire city or take pity on them and save them from their suffering.
They would naturally choose to be saved rather than be destroyed.
Choosing a fortune teller who only offers verbal guidance but lacks actual power is certainly not as good as believing in the powerful being you just encountered.
Through a disguise, Li Mo was placed on the altar of the gods. Even though he didn't want to be the god here, the residents of the Forgotten City were already worshipping him.
Looking at the kneeling believers, Li Mo slowly turned to Zhong Mu beside him and whispered, "I don't have the power to make them maintain their rationality and restore their memories, so how can I be their god?"
"Well, we'll talk about that later." Zhong Mu muttered to himself as he turned around, then turned back to the residents who were kneeling in worship and said earnestly, "Originally, God would have saved you, but because of your previous disrespectful attitude, especially yours!"
He pointed at the fortune teller, "You slander the gods as evil beings. The gods no longer intend to remain in this filthy place. You may perish on your own!"
As he spoke, Zhong Mu immediately turned around, pulled Li Mo into the house, and closed the door, leaving the wailing outside.
"Are we just going to ignore them like this?" The priest sat by the window, watching the noisy pleas for mercy outside. He was quite surprised that they were just going to abandon the residents after he had finally gained their trust.
"No rush. They won't cherish what they get easily. They might even question us repeatedly because we're too proactive. We need to show them what's what!" Zhong Mu snorted. Before he left, he specifically mentioned that the gods were unwilling to stay in this city to protect them because of the diviners' nonsense. So, those who wanted the gods to save them probably hated the diviners to the core.
Destroying his right to speak and his respect here is not that difficult.
"Hmm, I understand now." The high priest nodded, then looked at Zhong Mu with a deep gaze, "You are better at manipulating the hearts of the people than a diviner."
Zhong Mu scratched his head awkwardly, "I learned it from someone else."
"However, our problem now is to deal with the impact of the Forgotten City." Zhong Mu could have taken Li Mo and left without caring about the affairs of this dilapidated city, but he thought that if they left, the High Priest would be frequently visited. Even if the diviner died, the city would become more and more extreme, and the ordinary residents would gradually go crazy. When they had nowhere else to turn, they would definitely come to cause trouble for the High Priest.
As the only remaining high priest in the city with some connection to the gods, he was bound to be watched no matter what.
They had to resolve the troubles in the Forgotten City before leaving and focusing on other matters; otherwise, Zhong Mu would be preoccupied with this and wouldn't be able to sleep well at night.
"The influence of the Forgotten City..." the priest sighed softly, "I'm afraid only the return of the original gods can bring about salvation."
But given the current situation, the hope of the original deity returning is so slim as to be almost impossible.
"There's another way." Zhong Mu clapped his hands. "I remember the curse of the Forgotten City that causes people to forget comes from the city itself, from this area, right?"
Zhong Mu clearly remembered that the first sentence on the rulebook of the Forgotten City was: The Forgotten City is a cursed land, a gathering place for the pitiful. We are all people forgotten by the world, we are all wanderers.
This statement clearly indicates the abnormality of this city. The city is a cursed land, and the people gathered here are all people who have been forgotten. Even people from other worlds like Zhong Mu and Li Mo were selected to come to the Forgotten City for similar reasons. This place will attract people with the same attributes.
"Since the cursed land is this city, why doesn't everyone leave this city?"
The high priest pondered for a few seconds, "Originally, we wouldn't go to other cities because believers in each city must stay in the area where God resides and cannot leave God's side."
"Because the curse was not effective when the gods were around, they did not think about leaving. After the gods disappeared, the cities became chaotic. They were not allowed to enter or leave the neighboring Twin Cities, and they could not go to the Immortal City. So everyone stayed in the same place."
"So…" Zhong Mu said earnestly, arms crossed, "Now that the gods are gone, and everyone has no protection, they can leave this city."
Li Mo, who was standing to the side, suggested in a low voice, "The Twin Cities next door have returned to peace. Perhaps we can go there."
"Leaving is possible, but I suspect that no one wants to leave." The priest sighed and shook his head. "You are not from this world. You do not know how deeply the influence of the gods has taken root in your hearts. Leaving this city would be like betraying the gods and ceasing to believe in them."
"God may suddenly disappear for some reason, but believers will not resent God. They will only wait for God's return in the same place. They will almost never give up on God and leave God's realm."
Zhong Mu couldn't help but frown. "Faith is truly a terrifying thing."
"But which is more important, faith or life? What's the point of faith if you're dead?"
"Of course…" the priest hesitated, "Life is more important, right? The Forgotten City has been brewing for so long, I guess everyone is almost going crazy. The god has not appeared yet. The god you have pushed up may be able to change everyone's mind, but at present, it feels like the pushing force is not enough for everyone to leave this city."
"That's easy!" Zhong Mu clapped his hands with a smile. "As long as life is more important than faith, I have a way to motivate them to leave."
If he remembers correctly, Xiu will come to this city to find his boyfriend after he finishes dealing with the Twin Cities!
What could be more thrilling than a god of death standing right in front of you, ready to slaughter the entire city?