I lost the sun god

He took out his phone to take a picture of himself.

It has a flat head and a fair face, with a little white fluff on the sides.

It's what I look like.

"I turned back into a human?"

At the same time, he found that after he came back, the black vortex had moved from in front of him to his consciousness, and he could actually feel the existence of his consciousness.

With a heartbeat, a round of black-red sun rose from behind, casting a dark red glow on the small room.

"Although I have turned back into a human being, the abilities of the alien sun god are still there."

Chapter 2: God of Heaven

A happy smile appeared on Jiang Hao's face.

The ability of the sun god is still there, which means that he is also a god in Blue Star.

"I have lived in Blue Star for more than [-] years, and I have never seen supernatural power, which means that there is a high possibility that there is no supernatural power in Blue Star, and those clay statues worshiped in temples, shrines and churches are just dead things , I can create miracles to snatch believers from those clay statues."

Being the only god in a godless world, Jiang Hao became excited just thinking about it.

"According to the statistics of the United Nations, as of 2018, Bluestar's global population has reached 75.94 billion. As for the alien world, although we don't know how big the alien world is, judging from the barren food production and urban population density of the alien world, the population of the alien world is The population is definitely not comparable to that of Blue Star, which means that as long as I turn all the people of Blue Star into my believers, my divine power alone will be able to overwhelm the gods of other worlds, at least in terms of numbers."

"But you have to plan well."

Jiang Hao tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously.

God, the most important thing is faith.

There is power only when there is faith.

The more people who believe in it, the greater the power.

A false god like him, as long as he has enough faith, can easily transform into a true god.

At that time, if you return to another world with the identity of a true god, you won't be afraid of becoming a street mouse.

False gods are street rats, but true gods are not.

Thinking about it, Jiang Hao's brain quickly started planning.

"Recklessly showing miracles on Blue Star can easily attract firepower and become the target of public criticism."

"Actually, I don't need to compete with those clay statues for believers."

Jiang Hao changed his mind, and the thoughts in his head became clearer.

"I can pretend to be those clay statues and directly absorb their beliefs."

Gods can only absorb beliefs directed at themselves, but they can pretend to be other gods to accept beliefs.

In another world, there is the king of the undead, Nathaniel, who used the identity of the god of glaciers, Adonis, to spread faith in the snowfields and get involved in the authority of glaciers. In China, believers in the God of Glaciers will not find out that the God of Glaciers, Adonis, whom they have believed in for hundreds of years, is actually the vest of the King of the Undead, Nathaniel.

This incident caused an uproar in the alien world.

"Blue Star's belief structure has long been formed. All countries and nations have corresponding myths and legends. A new god suddenly appeared to make them believe in. Naturally, they are in an unfavorable position, and the miracles of the new god are easily deceived by human beings. High-level targets, suppression, restrictions, and temptations may follow one after another, and it will be difficult to deal with."

Although Jiang Hao has something to do with gods, he is not a real god. He doesn't think that he can run wild in Blue Star.

Having lived in Blue Star for more than [-] years, he is well aware of the power those countries possess.

Arrogant confrontation with those countries is purely an act of courting death!

"But it's different to pretend to be those clay statues to accept beliefs. The gods in the mythology of the nation suddenly show miracles, and they naturally have affinity, and this kind of god is rooted in the mythology and integrated with nationalization. It's all difficult."

"However, these are just my thoughts. Let's try the water in Dongpu first and see the reaction."

Jiang Hao took a deep breath, and a round of black sun rose from behind.

With a thought in his mind, this round of black sun turned into a disc full of brown inscriptions about the height of a person. Before the disc, Jiang Hao was wearing a white crown suit embroidered with gold trim, and a crown on his head. The long hair was casually draped over the white clothes, and the pale golden slender fingers stretched out from the wide cuffs, holding the god tree.

Seeing his current image in the mirror, Jiang Hao nodded in satisfaction.

The Lord God of Heaven, the head of the three gods of Takamahara, although he is not the god king of Dongpu, but he is also an ancient god that existed after the creation of the world in Japanese mythology, and his followers are all over Dongpu.

"After three days, it will be the Arrival Garden Festival. I hope everything goes well."

The Arrival Festival is one of the three major festivals in Japan.

At the beginning of the garden festival, dozens of little boys in gray and white and two-color large long-skinned clothes beat wooden drums to open the way.

Followed by hundreds of ceremonial processions dressed in Nara's Heian period court attire.

They pulled a mountain boko cart nearly three stories high, and dozens of white-painted musicians on the car played ancient poems praising the gods with various instruments.

On a phoenix chariot, two priests were kneeling. They were wearing dark hunting clothes and black hats, and they looked at the Dongying people below without turning their eyes.

In the center of the phoenix chariot, a child wearing an emperor's suit and a porcelain mask on his face sits in front of his chest, like a god high above, patrolling his own people.

Nearly 10 tourists traveled on the Yamaboko, forming a long queue on the streets of Kyoto.

At this time, Jiang Hao was mixed in the team. He was wearing ordinary clothes and walking leisurely, following the crowd.

The Garden Festival was attended by more people than he expected, but for him, the more people the better.

Looking at the child sitting in the middle of the phoenix chariot, Jiang Hao smiled slightly: "On behalf of the gods, it's you."

Makino Tatsuya, the tourism planning promotion department of Kyoto City, is being interviewed by the TV station in the crowd. He is in his 50s this year, smiling at the camera and said: "There are more than 20 people participating in the Arrival Festival this year. Everyone must come to Kyoto City to experience it. Take a look at the atmosphere of the Heian-kyo era!"

Fukamizu Ideiko, who was in charge of the interview with a microphone, looked at the smiling Makino Tatsuya, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

Although the number of tourists visiting Kyoto has dropped this year, you don't need to advertise so hard.

And it's useless to advertise. The arrival festival is huge, but it's the same every year. I'm tired of watching it. Unless we can come up with new tricks, no amount of advertising can stop the decline in tourist arrivals.

Fumizu Dejingzi was thinking in her heart, but she was smiling and remained calm. She is a TV reporter, not an employee of the tourism planning and promotion department. The number of tourists in Kyoto has nothing to do with her.

She was about to ask the next question according to the script.

A commotion suddenly caught her attention.

"What's going on?" Shenshui Chujingzi followed the movement and looked over.

All I saw was the child sitting in the center of the phoenix chariot suddenly stood up, and at some point there was a black piece of wood in his hand.

"How is this going?"