It wasn't impossible to believe that the mysterious figure could be a god from another world.
"If this being truly is an otherworldly god, could it pose a threat to us?" someone asked, their tone uneasy.
The man in the tunic suit shook his head. "It's hard to say. The figure is shrouded in too much mystery. Beyond annihilating the million-strong army of evil spirits, it revealed nothing of its intentions. At the very least, whether it's a land immortal of Xuanhuangxing or a god from another world, it seems benevolent—for now. There's no sign of hostility, which, for the moment, is fortunate."
A pause hung in the room before someone else spoke.
"Wait, wasn't there a report that one of your subordinates had direct contact with this god? That they even received a gift of power from it, gaining extraordinary abilities?"
The room erupted in murmurs, eyes turning toward the man in the tunic suit.
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"Is this true? Someone was chosen by the god?"
"Yes," he confirmed gravely. "Her name is Bai Yingxue, the director of the Fengcheng Special Affairs Bureau. It seems this god, who calls itself 'Thunder,' deemed her worthy and made her its dependent. She has since gained the power of thunder."
His words caused a wave of astonishment.
"Just how much has she changed?"
"Her strength, speed, and endurance have increased at least tenfold," the man continued. "On top of that, she can now manipulate lightning at will. Her overall combat power has surged dozens of times beyond her previous capabilities."
The room buzzed with excitement and speculation.
"A power capable of multiplying one's combat strength dozens of times… just like that?"
"If one person can gain such strength, couldn't we ask for more to be bestowed with this power?"
"Exactly! Even if we had just a few thousand, or even a few hundred, empowered individuals, it could transform our situation. We'd not only defend against incursions but also take the initiative to explore these other worlds and harvest their resources."
The possibilities ignited the imaginations of those present. With the nation facing the challenges of spiritual energy resurgence and hostile otherworldly entities, a force of empowered individuals could change everything.
"Hold on," the man in the tunic suit interrupted, his tone firm. "Let's not act rashly. This so-called gift from the god may seem like a blessing, but who's to say it isn't a means of control? There's no such thing as a free lunch."
His words brought an uneasy silence to the room.
"We don't know what strings might be attached," he continued. "What if this is a subtle way to bind us? To make us reliant on their power? Real power must be something we can control ourselves, not something handed down by an unknown entity."