I Made The World Mutate

Zhu Cang shook his head, disappointing Xiao Mu as he said, "To be honest, Grand Elder Xiao, I'm just speculating. Although I think many places might be controlled by the Heavenly Court, exactly how many are controlled is something I can't determine for now. Furthermore, which specific places are controlled is beyond my knowledge."

"Enough! Do you know which places might be controlled?"

Xiao Mu was somewhat disappointed. Zhu Cang didn't know which places were controlled by the Heavenly Court, which undoubtedly made his work more difficult.

So Xiao Mu had no choice but to settle for a second best, no longer asking Zhu Cang for specifics, just hoping he could give a rough idea.

After hearing this, Zhu Cang thought for a moment and said, "I can't say for certain, but these places might have issues."

Saying this, Zhu Cang mentioned several city names to Xiao Mu.

Xiao Mu kept them in mind, and after hearing them, he flew up promptly.

He no longer planned to wait in this city.

If he continued to wait, he worried those cities might indeed be controlled by the Heavenly Court.

After flying out, Xiao Mu headed directly toward one of those cities.

Two days later, Xiao Mu arrived at the location of that city.

Even upon reaching the city's location, Xiao Mu didn't go in immediately but first observed from the outside. He wanted to see if the city had already been controlled by the Heavenly Court.

The results of his observations disappointed Xiao Mu. This city seemed entirely normal, and its residents went about their activities as usual.

Thus, helplessly, Xiao Mu had to fly up and head elsewhere.

He observed several cities consecutively, but the results were all the same—these cities seemed to have no issues.

Xiao Mu couldn't help but feel suspicious; he began to doubt whether Zhu Cang deceived him.

The likelihood of Zhu Cang deceiving him was small, but if not, then Zhu Cang's information might be incorrect.

But if so many pieces of information turned out to be incorrect, Zhu Cang's work seemed quite mediocre.

Feeling disappointed, Xiao Mu started to patrol the last city, trying to uncover some clues related to the Heavenly Court aristocrats.

He landed and began to take action.

"Have pity!"

"Save me, please!"

Several pitiful individuals with physical disabilities approached Xiao Mu, holding food containers.

Xiao Mu, initially intended to aid, hesitated.

He suddenly recalled the chaos he caused by randomly rescuing people in the Eastern Desolation.

Thus, Xiao Mu shook his head and walked away.

"The Divine Spirits will bless you."

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind; then a person in a white robe helped one of the pitiful individuals and led them into a nearby room.

On the table inside the room, there was food.

The person in the white robe handed the food to the pitiful individual.

While eating, the pitiful individual shed tears of gratitude and, under the guidance of the person in the white robe, knelt devoutly, bowing to a statue of the Divine Spirits, saying, "Thank you, Divine Spirits!"

Afterward, another pitiful individual was brought in from outside, and again food was given inside the room.

Finally, in the same manner, the pitiful individuals knelt and bowed devoutly to the statue set up by the person in the white robe.

"This is bad!"

Xiao Mu suddenly realized the problem. He immediately turned around to examine the statue, yet he couldn't detect any issues.

"The Divine Spirits will bless you."

A person in a white robe suddenly walked over and handed a flyer to Xiao Mu.

Uh!

Xiao Mu was taken aback. Only in the next moment did he realize what was handed to him.

He took the flyer and looked down at it, and upon seeing it, he was taken aback.

Saving the dying and healing the wounded.

On the flyer, were clearly the words "saving the dying and healing the wounded," and it clearly stated that tonight at eight, people should gather at a certain venue, where someone would assist them in healing their injuries.

Healing injuries?

Upon seeing the words "healing injuries," Xiao Mu raised his eyebrows, wondering how they could heal injuries caused by the Blood Realm's damage, a rule-based power.

He found it incredible.

Nevertheless, the flyer piqued his curiosity, and he decided to follow along and see.

Putting the flyer away, he pretended to be nonchalant as he walked past the crowd.

Subsequently, he moved about the area, and as night approached eight, he headed to a specified square mentioned in the flyer.

Xiao Mu soon arrived at the so-called square.

The square had already gathered quite a few people, mostly pitiful individuals, with a small portion being average folks. Clearly, these people were the city's lowest strata, who came to try their luck after receiving the flyer.

"Blessings!"

"Blessings!"

People in white robes approached, and the crowd quickly cleared a path for them. They continuously spoke blessings to those on either side, appearing very benevolent.

Eventually, these people reached the center of the square.

The square was a bit restless, but under the guidance of those in white robes, it soon quieted down.

A person in a white robe stepped to the center of the crowd and spoke solemnly and formally, "Brothers and sisters, we're honored to gather here today. I have good news to share; your injuries can be healed."

"What?"

Many in the crowd were shocked.

Some shouted, feeling incredulous.

"Our injuries can be healed? Impossible, right?" someone questioned, finding it unlikely.

Their injuries resulted from Blood Realm damage caused by rules of power. How could they be healed?

While most ordinary people might not be aware of such rules, they couldn't prevent themselves from hearing from others that their injuries were irreparable.

At first, they evidently didn't dare believe the white-robed person's words. After hearing him, aside from shock, they also felt disbelief.

"Haha!"

The white-robed person laughed, "Brothers and sisters, I know you might not trust it. But please trust me, it's true."

With that, the person in the white robe called forth someone; a man around thirty years old, wearing the same white robe.

However, this man bore injuries; his left hand was missing.

Then, the white-robed person asked the thirty-year-old man about when his left hand was lost.

The thirty-year-old man's response was as expected, unsurprisingly the same as everyone else; it happened when the Blood Realm was damaged.

The white-robed person then asked why the thirty-year-old man joined them.

The man sincerely replied he joined because he wanted to heal his injuries, believing their Divine Spirits possessed great power to heal them.

With this statement, the crowd became agitated; some disbelieved, while others believed.

Some started feeling hopeful, while others questioned why, if healing was possible, the thirty-year-old man's injury remained unhealed and he still lacked a hand.

"Please, calm down, everyone, please calm down!"

The white-robed person chuckled softly and gestured to quiet the crowd. Since he had gained their attention, his words now carried significant weight.

Thus, after hearing the white-robed person's words, the crowd immediately quieted.

The entire square fell silent once more, and everyone watched the white-robed person, eager to know his next move.

At this moment, the white-robed person suddenly gestured to the other white-robed individuals, and they promptly took action. Two of them carried a table, and another held a statue of the Divine Spirits.

Finally, the table was set upon the square, and the statue was placed on the table.

The white-robed person suddenly beckoned to the thirty-year-old man, who immediately went over to him.

"Your injuries will definitely be healed."

The white-robed person bowed to the thirty-year-old man, appearing extremely kind and merciful.