"Yes, my God." The man bowed respectfully, "Please rest assured, my God, I will not let any human beguile the people of God. Anyone who dares to do so, I will ensure they don't succeed and they must pay a painful price for their actions!"
The statue emitted a soft white glow, and even the Sanskrit sounds became more gentle: "Go, I pray for you."
Upon hearing these words, a look of surprise appeared on the man's face: "Thank you, my God."
He felt a surge of abundant power rising from his Dantian, flowing to every part of his body, warming him all over.
He knew this was a blessing from God.
Only the most beloved people of the Supreme Wisdom could receive more blessings.
For the sake of obtaining more powerful strength, he was as happy as a clam.
The man bowed again and his figure disappeared from where he stood.
After he left, the statue seemed to flicker with a black light, finally turning into a cold mocking laugh: "Sooner or later, all humans in this world will vanish."
