C11 The Establishment of the Holy Hall

"Whoa, this new skill is that powerful?"

Staring at his own creation, Lin Mo was astounded.

Considering the size of the area, even if he set it ablaze himself, it would take a considerable amount of time.

Yet, this single skill managed to wreak such extensive damage in a mere moment.

And this was just the effect on a forest.

If he were to unleash it on humans or orcs during combat, the resulting harm would be beyond imagination.

But with great power comes great energy consumption.

Lin Mo's burning value had been nearly 4.3 million, but it had quickly dwindled to 3.5 million.

One skill nearly depleted 1 million of his burning value. It was a good thing he had previously stockpiled a substantial amount, or else this one move could have snuffed him out completely.

Having ascended to the realm of the Fire King, Lin Mo's flame potency and skills had significantly intensified. However, this advancement brought about a steep increase in the consumption of his burning value.

To ensure he was prepared for any potential trouble, Lin Mo resolved to harvest more burning value in the Burning Forest.

While Lin Mo was busy accumulating his burning value, Qingyou and her fellow clansmen had arrived at the Land of God.

"Wow!"

The Cat-men were awestruck as they set foot on this new terrain, unable to contain their amazement.

The ground was blanketed with a thick layer of ash, prime fertilizer. Once the soil fully absorbed the ash, it seemed any stick could sprout leaves.

"The fertility of this land is unbelievable! Praise be to the great God of Flames!"

The Spirit Cat Clan's leader brought his hands together in fervent gratitude.

The Orcs, lacking in technological advancements, depended heavily on the whims of nature for their crops.

The more fertile lands were typically dominated by the stronger Orc tribes, leaving these smaller groups to toil on less generous soils, resulting in poor harvests and frequent hunger.

Now, confronted with such bountiful earth, the Spirit Cat clansmen were ecstatic. They immediately began to offer prayers of thanks to the God of Flames.

"The God of Flames had already blessed us with this divine land even before our salvation. Only a truly magnificent deity could possess such prescience. We must diligently grow our clan and not disappoint the God of Flames!"

Qingyou stood before the land, her hands clenched tightly, as she affirmed to herself with conviction.

Unbeknownst to Lin Mo, in just a few short hours, this Spirit Cat girl had wholly transformed into his most devout Saintess.

Having narrowly escaped death, the Spirit Cat Clan was invigorated by the sight of the fertile land before them. Fatigue forgotten, they set to work with fervor, quickly clearing a vast swath of earth.

Without delay, the Spiritual Cats felled trees and erected a Holy Hall upon the land. The presence of the gods could not be a constant in their lives; thus, the construction of a Holy Hall was the sole conduit for divine communication and blessings.

Witnessing Lin Mo's miraculous deeds had instilled an unwavering faith in each Spiritual Cat. Despite a lack of tools, their sheer determination yielded a Holy Hall that was both impressive and proper.

As the Holy Hall's structure was completed, every Spiritual Cat ceased their labors, congregating with reverence at the entrance.

Four young Spiritual Cat girls drew water from a nearby stream, bathing Qingyou and assisting her with fresh garments.

With preparations complete, Qingyou entered the Holy Hall in solitude, kneeling before the recently raised totem of flames.