Martial Soul: Be a Saint

"Father, Hao Er still has something she doesn't understand, please advise me!"    

    

Wu Hao looked at him and asked with a strange expression.    

    

"What is it?"    

    

Hearing that, Wu Yao subconsciously straightened his chest, revealing a dignified look.    

    

"Everyone says it's karmic luck. What exactly is this thing?" How can it make a race rise or fall? " Wu Hao looked at him and slowly asked.    

    

"Destiny is a by-product of the Saint Source. It is a mysterious and unfathomable existence. Its race flourishes and no other race falls!"    

    

Wu Yao slowly gave his answer.    

    

"Then, since our Sacred Family has a Holy Source, why is it still declining to such a state?" Wu Hao asked another suspicious question.    

    

"Because, the holy people no longer have faith …"    

    

"Faith?"    

    

After Wu Hao heard Wu Yao's explanation, he started to ponder again.    

    

Seeing him deep in thought, Wu Yao did not disturb him anymore, turning around and slowly disappearing.    

    

Faith is the piety of all people.    

    

Back then, as the Emperor of the universe, he used his people's faith to condense a sword of faith to repel the True Heaven.    

    

This type of power was extremely astonishing. If one could make use of it, it would allow one to look down on all outstanding talents.    

    

Thinking about it, Wu Hao's mouth raised slightly.    

    

He knew what to do next.    

    

If he wanted to rise up, he would have to deal with it at the root!    

    

The matter of the Wu Clan recognizing their ancestors quickly settled down. The holy clan also gradually regained its calm as everyone diligently cultivated.    

    

Then, just at this time, Wu Hao, as the Holy Son, made a shocking move.    

    

He suddenly decided to return to Yu …    

    

In the Sacred Clan High Level Meeting Room, Wu Yao and his wife sat at the main seat, looking at Wu Hao who was also sitting at the main seat, they asked suspiciously: "Hao Er, now is the time for you to reach the peak of Martial God Realm, if you aren't staying in the Sacred Clan properly, why are you staying in Yu?"    

    

As soon as he said this, all the higher ups of the Saint Clan's upper echelons looked at him in confusion.    

    

"Father, mother, not only do I need to go to Yu Nai, I also need to go to Archaeopterygium. Yu Nai is Hao Er's first stop!" Wu Hao's words shocked everyone.    

    

"Why?"    

    

"Father, didn't you already say so? "We, the holy race, no longer have any faith, so this child will go collect all of it!"    

    

"You mean …" Hearing his words, Wu Yao opened her eyes wide, and the rest of the people also started to ponder.    

    

"Since we, the Saints, have no faith, then we will create our own. We have to solve the problem at the root, don't we?"    

    

"Right, why didn't I think of that!? That's right, he had to solve the problem at the root! "It is due to father's negligence. Perhaps, I am too disdainful …"    

    

Wu Yao nodded and muttered to himself.    

    

Since the Sacred Family had a noble bloodline, it was natural that they would be proud and arrogant.    

    

With the loss of karmic luck, faith became a substitute.    

    

However, it was precisely because the holy race disdained the so-called faith that they lost their faith. No one held any respect towards the holy race, or perhaps no one even knew of their existence.    

    

"Good, good, good! You're truly worthy to be my son. You've awoken from your dream. Your decision is good. Your father will send someone to accompany you to the inner space to establish the faith of our holy race!"    

    

Wu Hao, who finally reacted, cheered again and again.    

    

But then, Wu Hao quickly cut him off.    

    

"No, father, this matter only requires Hao Er to go. If more people come, it will easily expose the existence of our holy clan!"