I am a cannon fodder, so what's wrong with grabbing an opportunity?

On the second tallest building in Baisheng City.

A dozen people sat in the box, watching the heavy rain returning to its former glory.

From the gray day to the dreary night, they watched the rain outside, which continued without any sign of stopping or getting smaller.

The night was almost over when someone finally spoke first.

"I told you, the Holy Master is at the end of her rope, how could she still make the Heaven obey her?"

Someone echoed: "The Holy Master will become a thing of the past tomorrow."

Another person said, "Disperse, disperse."

There was a person in the corner of the box, and his eyes were dark and unclear as he glanced at everyone present.

As everyone left, when no one was paying attention, they turned in the direction of the Holy Pavilion.

But before he reached the Holy Pavilion, thunder suddenly rumbled from the sky and seemed to gather above the Holy Pavilion.

A loud thunder illuminated the dark sky and struck directly towards the Holy Pavilion.

With a start, another flash of lightning illuminated the Holy Pavilion.

There was a flash of lightning, followed by another bolt of thunder.

He didn't dare stop.

There was a loud "boom", as if something was collapsing.

At the moment of collapse, the rain stopped.

With an uneasy mood, he ran all the way to the Holy Pavilion.

Xie Zhiqiu and Yan Nan stood in the dark, watching the first person who arrived at the Holy Pavilion.

He used his hands to push away the layers of debris, and shouted loudly: "Holy Master, Holy Master..."

Xie Zhiqiu smiled and nudged Yan Nan beside him, and whispered, "Saint Master, I'm calling you."

"Fairy, you're making fun of me again." Yan Nan said angrily.

"No way, our An Nan is a holy master, how dare a demon like me laugh at you?"

Yan Nan felt a little embarrassed by being called out and stopped responding to Xie Zhiqiu's words.

Then he asked: "Fairy, what are we doing now?"

"Wait."

Not long after the two of them watched, many people arrived at the Holy Pavilion, some were shocked and some were delighted.

But these people all seemed to know each other.

Some even said: "The building collapsed, so did the Saint Master die? We are overthrowing the Saint Master."

The first person who came said, "Don't be happy yet. Take advantage of the fact that there are no other people around. If he's alive, you have to find him. If he's dead, you have to find his body. Otherwise, if he shows up someday, all our efforts will be wasted."

After hearing his words, the others no longer cared about being happy and hurried to look for the body.

Yan Nan asked in confusion, "This guy is really contradictory. Does he want the Saint Master to live or die?"

"Of course I want you to be born."

Xie Zhiqiu answered Yan Nan with a smile. She really didn't expect that "Lin Ming" was not dead.

He would not mistake that scent.

When I saw his body, I felt something was wrong. How could such an evil cultivator die so easily?

"How did the fairy know that?" Yan Nan asked curiously.

"This man was the leader of your guard team. He was poisoned to death."

Yan Nan could immediately understand that this person was resurrected from the dead, but she was a little curious, "Won't he be recognized?"

"He changed his body." Xie Zhiqiu did not hide it.

This Baisheng City is not what it seems. The Saint Master and his son are the only ones who know magic.

She is one, Lin Ming is one, and who knows if there are any more hidden.

After dawn, people found that the rain had stopped.

When I wanted to worship in the direction of the holy pavilion, I found that it had disappeared, replaced by a dazzling golden statue.

Many people recognized that it was their holy master.

People flocked to the location of the Holy Pavilion from all directions.

"Has the Holy Master devoted himself to stopping the rain and turned into a golden body?"

The person next to him didn't look very good and didn't listen to what he said at all.

What I was worried about was how did this golden statue appear in front of the public? What if the golden statue was damaged?

When "Lin Ming" and others saw the people coming, they mobilized them to find the Holy Master together.

The ruins of the Holy Pavilion were searched thoroughly, but they did not find the Holy Master.

Everyone was discussing in groups of three or four.

"The Holy Master should not be dead."

"How could a Saint Master who is so powerful die?"

"Did those people anger the Saint Master before? Is this the last time the Saint Master will save us?"

"Don't talk nonsense. The Holy Master will not abandon us."

Although they comforted themselves in this way, they were still unsure.

The body of the Holy Master was not found, and the crowd slowly dispersed, leaving only the Holy Pavilion Guards still standing.

Everyone lowered their heads. The Holy Master disappeared, and there was no Holy Son to succeed him. Would they only be able to wait for death next time?

But a few days later, after heavy rain, the plague broke out.

The new city order cordoned off all places where the plague had occurred and concentrated treatment on them, but the results were minimal.

On the sixth day of the plague, half of the people in the city were infected with the plague.

At night, raging fires broke out in the four corners of Baisheng City.

The flames that shot up into the sky immediately caused a riot.

Some patients from the quarantine area escaped and set fire to the surrounding houses that had not yet been rebuilt.

Some gave up resisting and prayed and kowtowed in the direction of the golden statue of the Holy Master.

"Holy Master, please have mercy on me. Holy Master, please have mercy on me. Please save one more believer's life..."

"Hail, Holy Master, Hail, Holy Master, please save me..."

Starting with one person, more and more people prayed to the Holy Master to appear and save their lives.

The fire was raging, most of the house had been burned down, and there was no sign of the fire being extinguished.

The prayers turned into curses.

Yan Nan followed Xie Zhiqiu through all the isolation areas wearing a mask, looking sad.

"Fairy, why does the Holy Master give so much but still get abused like this? The Holy Master is not a god."

When the Holy Pavilion collapsed, Yan Nan saw that every previous Holy Master had died in office.

The golden statue is a channel to communicate with God, but if you want to achieve something, you need to dedicate yourself to God.

At first it was spiritual power, then the five senses, lifespan, and even the corpse had nowhere to be placed.

Just like what the people in the city said, it turned into a golden body and became part of the channel to communicate with heaven.

Xie Zhiqiu knew that Yan Nan would not be able to accept it for the time being. After all, she was only in her teens and not a saint master who had lived for two hundred years.

"Saint Master can only resolve natural disasters, not man-made disasters."

After knowing the fate of all the previous Holy Masters, Xie Zhiqiu knew it. Destroy the world, destroy the Holy Master, and kill one person to save ten thousand people.

Even if one Saint Master is sacrificed and ten thousand people are saved, and he is admired by ten thousand people for a short time, but when the Saint Master is no longer able to save them, he will still be drowned in spit.

She is just an ordinary person, not a god or a saint. She only wants to save herself and the people she cares about. She cannot save others.

Stopping the rain took away most of her spiritual power, and she has yet to fully recover.

This barren land had no spiritual energy, and apart from the elixir she brought with her, there was no other way for her to replenish her missing spiritual power.

Yan Nan is no different from ordinary people now.

The fire still burned half of the city.

But on the second day, large groups of people showed symptoms of plague.

The city commander was suddenly pushed to the forefront.

Burning down half of the city not only failed to eradicate the plague, but made it even worse.

"According to the city order, there are many people outside who are showing symptoms of the plague. Do you want to burn them all to death as well?"

When Xincheng Ling heard this, his face changed.

He said anxiously: "Stop them, stop them quickly."

As the clerk walked out after receiving the order, the new city commander stood up and shouted, "And go and invite Master Lin over."