I Made The World Mutate

Xiao Mu stood at the back, secretly keeping an eye on the white-robed figures' actions. He wasn't concerned about their abilities, but rather worried about their intentions.

These white-robed figures didn't look like good people, and what they were doing made Xiao Mu uneasy. Xiao Mu suspected they were related to the Heavenly Court.

But despite his suspicions, Xiao Mu didn't plan to confront them directly. He couldn't be sure if the white-robed figures were influenced by the Heavenly Court or were indeed members of it, so he hesitated, fearing to harm ordinary people and unwilling to act recklessly.

In fact, in Xiao Mu's eyes, he could tell at a glance that the white-robed figures were up to no good, yet he chose not to interfere.

The reason was simple: Xiao Mu himself had already become one of the True Gods, and as a mighty True God, he only cared about the propagation of ordinary people in the human world as a whole, not the circumstances of individuals within that whole. Regardless of whether an individual is good or bad, unless they severely disrupt the survival of the whole.

Take a shepherd, for example. Would the shepherd slaughter a sheep just because it often fights with and bullies other sheep in the flock?

Clearly, that's impossible.

Xiao Mu's current situation was like that; what ordinary people did privately, he didn't care about at all. He only cared about the overall propagation and survival of the whole.

At present, standing afar and watching, Xiao Mu did not obstruct.

The words of the white-robed figures obviously attracted the attention of all the ordinary people. Each of them focused intently on the scene, observing the actions of the white-robed figures.

And the white-robed figures, at this moment, no longer introduced themselves to the crowd. Instead, they turned and looked at the man with a severed hand beside them.

They knew full well that the surrounding ordinary people had already been drawn to their actions, so there was no need to greet them; they would attentively watch their performance.

Thus, it was natural for the white-robed figures to concentrate their attention entirely on the thirty-something man with a severed hand.

The man in his thirties with a severed hand, gazing intently with a devout expression, was focused on the divine statue placed on the altar table in front of him.

Above the divine statue, a faintly glowing light emanated.

This glow naturally drew the attention of the ordinary people, subtly increasing their trust in the divine power of the statue.

However, the man with the severed hand seemed to be growing impatient. He stared at the divine statue and suddenly bowed deeply before it.

Following that, the man with the severed hand began to kowtow to the divine statue.

Outside, the crowd fell silent for a moment, each person attentively watching the man with the severed hand.

But soon, exclamations erupted from the crowd.

"Ah~"

"What is that?"

"The divine statue responded!"

Someone exclaimed loudly, eyes fixed on the divine statue, which was now emitting light and radiating bright brilliance around.

Amidst this brilliance, a strand unexpectedly flowed out from the divine statue, swiftly moving until it landed directly on the thirty-something man with the severed hand.

The man with the severed hand closed his eyes, and suddenly, a sacred glow appeared on his face.

It was a sort of halo, pure and pristine like sunlight, shining warmly and nourishingly on the man with the severed hand.

Unaware of what he was sensing, the man with the severed hand suddenly looked focused, seemingly enjoying the feeling of this sunlight on him.

"Quick, look!"

From the perimeter of the crowd, someone first shouted, influencing others, who then all focused their attention due to this shout.

Thus, a series of surprised cries immediately rose from the crowd.

"Ah~"

"This…"

"Oh my god!"

"What is this?"

The crowd exclaimed in surprise; some couldn't resist trying to approach, but were quickly stopped by those around them. Some white-robed figures seemed to have anticipated this and prepared ahead, standing at the forefront of the crowd.

At that moment, seeing the crowd trying to break through, the white-robed figures stepped forward to block them, pushing the crowd back.

"Damn it!" someone grumbled in dissatisfaction, but immediately realized the mistake, having cursed those who shouldn't be cursed. He quickly covered his mouth, anxiously glancing around, fearing anyone might notice.

But fortunately, everyone around had their attention elsewhere; all were wholly focused on the center of the square.

At the center of the square, the thirty-something man with the severed hand remained resolutely kneeling before the divine statue, continuously kowtowing to it.

A pure white halo was emitted from the divine statue, continually shining on him and ultimately converging on his left hand, which began to grow slowly.

The originally missing left hand miraculously started to regrow at that moment.

The growth of the left hand was gradual; at first, it was just a small shape of a left hand, but quickly this left hand grew larger, bit by bit restoring to match his right hand.

"Oh my god, it's a miracle!"

"This is unbelievable!"

Someone shouted, and others in the crowd gasped in amazement, but most remained agape, unable to believe their eyes, seemingly disbelieving the scene in front of them.

Yet on the other side, the white-robed figures and the man with the severed hand now stood up, facing the crowd as a white-robed figure raised his hands.

Instantly, the previously tumultuous crowd quieted down the moment the white-robed figure raised his hands.