God Level Civilization

It has been over a year since he traveled to the lonely divine realm, leaving behind his large collection of films and certain artistic pieces.

For Wu Hui, it has been an ordeal.

If not for the fact that he only has a soul and not a body, Wu Hui would have surely gone insane.

After all, it’s just a quick glance at his own Holy Maiden, right?

Furthermore, with just one command from him, Holy Maiden Catherine would do whatever he wanted her to do.

Various distracting thoughts filled Wu Hui’s consciousness.

For a moment, it was as if two little people were fighting in Wu Hui’s mind.

“As a dignified God of Light, wouldn’t doing such a thing be too shameful?”

“It’s okay, I’m just an ordinary person, I don’t have to become a god of light, right?”

“Well, I don’t even have a physical body now, what’s the point of just looking at a beautiful woman? Isn’t it just bothering myself for no reason?”

Poor thing, with a shiver, it was as if cold water had been poured on him.

Yes, without even a physical body, what’s the point of looking at a beautiful woman? What if he gets aroused? He can’t even do anything…

Creating an ordinary human body requires 1 point of divine power, and as a god of light, Wu Hui is so poor that he doesn’t even have 1 point of divine power.

Forget it, forget it.

He won’t look anymore.

He’ll think about it when he has a physical body again.

With a shake of his mind, Wu Hui pushed aside all the messy thoughts and continued to experience the power of the Eye of God.

His viewpoint continued to rise.
The figures of Catherine, Landon, and others became smaller and smaller in his eyes, and the scope of his vision became wider and wider.

Soon, his view reached its limit, and he felt as if he were soaring in the sky.
The thick clouds floated around him, and the sunlight sprinkled on the clouds, half golden, half pure white, like a fantasy.

He looked down.

The Saint Luan Monastery was beneath him, with its ash-gray outer walls showing signs of wear and tear, full of a sense of history and antiquity, yet still sacred and solemn, standing like a fortress in the wilderness.

Looking down, behind the monastery were rolling hills.
Although these hills were not high, the vegetation was lush, and from afar, they were covered with verdant green.
One could faintly hear the howls of monsters coming from the mountains and forests.

Perhaps Wu Hui’s first landing point was somewhere in this forest.

In front of the monastery was a flat plain, dotted with villages, surrounded by irregular fields, and groups of cattle and sheep moving slowly like clouds.

The number of faith channels in these villages was not yet dense, but there were already quite a few, indicating that new believers had been developed in the past few days by Catherine and her team.

Further away was a small town.
There were fewer faith channels in the small town, only scattered dozens, but it was enough for Wu Hui to see the situation in the town clearly.

The town is not large, with only seven or eight hundred households.
Its streets are narrow, even by Wu Hui’s modern standards, and the sparse crowds make it clear that it is far from prosperous.
But it is still the most bustling place for tens of miles around.
This is the town of Gruberg, mentioned by Catherine during her prayers.

Wu Hui sighs inwardly at the backwardness of this world and looks farther ahead.

The castle was nothing like what Wu Hui had imagined a noble castle to be.
It wasn’t grand or imposing, but instead resembled a small military fortress.
The stone walls were weathered and showed signs of age.

At the entrance to the castle, there was a deep moat with a drawbridge that could be raised and lowered, making it the only way to enter the castle.
Upon entering, it was clear that the castle had been designed with defense in mind.

This castle should be the castle of Baron Gruberg, the lord of Gruberg town, called Gruberg castle.

After all, their growth and expansion had just begun.

Even if Catherine and her group were highly skilled, there were only a few of them.
The fact that they were able to develop over 100 new followers in Gruberg town in just a few days exceeded his expectations.
He couldn’t ask for more.

In the future, when he had more followers, he would have more places to go.

By then, with the world being so big, where couldn’t he go?

Naturally, he wouldn’t have to be as constrained as he is now.

He stopped thinking about the places he couldn’t go and instead began wandering around the small town and villages.
Sometimes he flew up into the clouds and looked down on the villages and Gruberg town, and sometimes he landed on the ground to observe the daily lives of the common people, finding everything fascinating.

Coming from Earth, his knowledge of this plane came solely from the fragmented memories of the Old Light God.
Although he knew a lot, he didn’t have a real sense of it.
Moreover, it was apparent that the Old Light God didn’t care about how his followers lived.
In his memory, Wu Hui had never discovered the details of their lives.

Now that he looked at it, he realized that the ignorance and backwardness of this place far exceeded his imagination.

Ignoring everything else, the feces littering the streets made him feel incredulous.
It wasn’t just horse or cow manure, but also human feces.

He even witnessed someone defecating in the street, and everyone around seemed accustomed to it.
This completely shattered his worldview.

Honestly, when he first landed on the street, he almost passed out from the smell.
It made him consider improving the “God’s Eye” spell, adding a function to filter out odor and other information.

At the same time, he was extremely grateful that he wasn’t really there in person, but only experiencing a holographic-like projection.
Otherwise, if he stepped on the feces, he would have been nauseous for at least half a day.

There were many, many things like this that challenged his worldview.

Despite all that, Wu Hui’s sense of adventure was still strong.
He had been cooped up in the divine realm for too long, and once he started exploring, he couldn’t seem to stop.

Unconsciously, the sun had begun to set, and the sky was gradually darkening.
Candles were already lit in the castle, and their flickering light could be seen through the small windows.
The common people in the town, however, were not as extravagant as Baron Gruberg.

The shepherds had already brought their sheep and cows back to their pens, and the artisans were working frantically to finish their projects before the last rays of the sun disappeared, as they could not afford to waste precious candles.

At this point, Wu Hui’s initial excitement had subsided, and he pulled his perspective back to the sky, preparing to disconnect from the “Eye of God” and save some divine power for tomorrow’s adventures.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt that something was amiss.
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