Open the first one, it takes ten times of merit, after opening, the space is twenty times, representing the accumulation of abundance and wealth.

  Open the second one, twenty merits are needed, after opening, the space is forty merits, and strengthen one's physique.

  Opening the third one requires forty merits, after opening, the space is eighty merits. This is a prophetic and revealing symbol that often brings advice on fate.

  Open the fourth one, eighty merits are needed, after opening, the space is one hundred and sixty merits, this is wind, representing a kind of rapid divine movement.

  To open the fifth, one hundred and sixty merits are required. After opening, the space is three hundred and twenty merits, which represents rewards. Only by obtaining it can the power be truly transformed into changing physical and spiritual existence.

  Open the sixth, requires three hundred and twenty portions of merit, after opening the space is six hundred and forty portions. This is a contract, a sharing contract and gift, receiving gifts will put the recipient under an obligation to the giver. Possibly its deeper meaning is that it produces a contract between the two, also for the first time possessing the power to share with others and bear together.

  Opening the seventh, requires six hundred and forty merits, afterwards space is one thousand two hundred and eighty merits, meaning light, and this light illuminates the road ahead. It illuminates the darkness of uncertainty or ignorance, this light is great power.

  To open the eighth one, you need 1,280 shares of merit.

  Purified the Dark Earl, destroyed the Abyssal Altar, completed the Savior's feat, and only obtained 800 merits. Opened the Seventh Star, established a system, reformed agriculture, and only obtained 300 merits.

  So now, after purifying the remaining dark souls along the way, there are about 800 shares of merit left in the Jade Ruyi, apart from the consumption that has been opened. What's worth celebrating is that the merit of Jade Ruyi increases slowly over time, it seems that redemption is not a one-time merit, but a long-term continuous increase, which is similar to charitable donations, and its value lies in the steady flow of water.

  A group of people, chatting as they walked, stopped in front of the entrance of an inn. This inn was also newly opened and still smelled of fresh wood, but it was quite large, with two floors and over twenty rooms.

  "The Grand Duke, from time to time, has people coming to pay homage. Since inns are also necessary, it must be said that this brings a lot of economic benefits to our territory."

  "Is the temple still accepting offerings?" Fang Xin inquired.

  "According to your system, the temple only accepts land donations for building churches and does not accept any other land donations, but it does accept material donations." Bishop Baniel said: "The only pity is that now, according to the standard of one altar per 200 people, our church needs at least 300 pastors, but now, let alone 300, there are not even 10 qualified ones, this is a long process."

  "The church still needs something rather than nothing."

  "This I knew, of course. One can only become a priest by passing the knowledge assessment and faith verification. The knowledge assessment can be faked, but how can one deceive the Goddess? " Bishop Barnil chuckled and said: "However, such situations will definitely be resolved in over ten years."

  Fang Xin sighed: "I won't live to see that day."

  "Your Highness, you are only thirty-one years old, how can't you see?" Just then, the knight behind him, who had been silent until now, spoke out of turn: "May God bless you!"

  The two of them exchanged a smile, ignoring the young knight's arrogance.

  The new wicker chair, paired with a small table, the shop owner apparently recognized these people, and hastily bowed, while several pilgrims around also bowed.

  Seeing all of this, Fang Xin couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, this was the world he created.

  "You all go down first, we'll go upstairs and talk!" Fang Xin said, letting the knights retreat and stay downstairs.

  The room upstairs was very simple, but it had windows on three sides, and the sunlight spilled onto the floor. Both of them enjoyed this warmth and went out to the balcony to talk.

  "God's Chosen One, how much time do you have left?" Bishop Barniel asked, unsurprised by the question.

  "If you insist on staying, you can stay for about three more months, but it's meaningless. What I've done is already done." Fang Xin found his cautious expression very strange.

  The nutrition warehouse can last for two months, at a ratio of about 1:10, that is, 20 months, the longest is two years. Now it has been one and a half years, and only three months can be left at most.

  "No, there is still one thing you have not done," said Bishop Barniel solemnly.

  "What's the matter? The Abyssal Altar has been destroyed, the salvation mission is complete, and the remaining souls in various places have been purified. In terms of religion, you and I have completed our task, and from now on, we just need to wait for the faith in the Earth Mother Goddess to stabilize and settle down. In politics, I have established a kingdom and a country, laying the foundation for the next few hundred years. In economy, I have improved agriculture and granted commercial freedom to the city. I don't think there's anything left undone."

  "My revered lord, you have yet to leave behind an heir!" Bishop Barniel said sternly.

  "Why? Aren't Kaiwei and Emi still seven and five years old?" Fang Xin said with a hint of puzzlement.

  "Others may not know, but the nobles and we do know that those are Hanniet's children, not yours. I'm sorry to see that although you've had relationships with many ladies over the past year, there are no children. If you were to leave, who would be the heir to the duchy? Would it be them?" Bishop Barnil said, "What comes from God returns to God. Those children did not come from God, but from a carnal inheritance. They have no right to rule the land in the name of God."

  "Ah, Barnabas, so that's what you meant. Listen, I descended upon Hanniet and he accomplished my mission, it is only natural for him to share in my glory. His descendants were originally supposed to enjoy wealth and prosperity, and besides, did I save the world just for myself and my family? Let's not mention this matter again." Fang Xin said.

  "In that case, the church will not recognize the second-generation Grand Duke's title as divinely ordained." Bishop Banielle said unyieldingly.

  "You just watch and handle it!" Fang Xin, who had little interest in this, said: "After I leave, you protect Hannit and don't let him ruin the career I left behind."

  "This is certain, we will not allow Hanniet to tarnish your glory, for this glory belongs to the Savior, belongs to God." Bishop Barniel answered in one breath.

  Warm sunlight shines into the study, sipping the best wine, Fang Xin says with some regret: "I really want to see what the future will be like in ten years, unfortunately it's probably not going to happen. Also, I want to thank you and Cortade, from whom I learned a lot of knowledge and sword skills."

  "These are but small tricks compared to God." Bishop Barniel seemed not to mind at all: "You are a messenger bathed in the glory of God, these do not need to be minded."

  Fang Xin smiled and didn't say anything else, but he indeed learned a lot, especially sword techniques. Following the number one knight of this continent to study, his "Yuemeng Sword Art" had already entered the third stage.

  "I'll leave then." Fang Xin finished a cup of wine and closed his eyes.

  At that moment, Bishop Barnier looked up and saw in the sky a door open, with a sun appearing, shedding an unparalleled light of such sanctity and greatness. A small golden soul quickly flew out from the body of the person before his eyes and disappeared into the sun.

  The sun disappeared, Bishop Barnier whispered a prayer: "May you go well!"

  As the light faded, the person in front of him opened his eyes. Bishop Barnil took a look and saw that although the person was still the same, there was no longer that air of majesty and unpredictability in his gaze or movements. He let out a sigh of regret, his voice turning cold: "Duke Harnett, fortunate one, you must now live on bearing the hopes of God and all people. I hope you will not tarnish the glory of the Savior."

  After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, never looking at the person in front of him again.