He turned to examine the massive changes brought about by transforming into a divine creature this time.

First, his physique increased by 0.8 points, reaching a staggering sixteen points, becoming the first attribute to break through to sixteen points. In terms of specific data, it's equivalent to an increase of forty percent from the original foundation.

Secondly, his wisdom increased by 0.2 points, reaching 14.5.

Lastly, the change in his innate abilities, control of the atmosphere shifted from elementary to intermediate, this aspect is estimated to be the greatest change.

"However, only the soul enters here, so there's little tangible feeling of the body's changes. Unfortunately, agility and strength, which directly relate to combat power, didn't enhance." Chen Shouyi thought to himself.

Although physique can also enhance combat power to some extent, such as sharper five senses, a stronger physique, and greater endurance but in the end, they only indirectly affect, without immediate effects.

Chen Shouyi didn't linger in the Gray Mist Space for long, he quickly exited.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the surrounding air became chaotic in an instant, countless tiny air currents and whirlwinds spontaneously circulated within the bedroom.

At the same time, endless information surged into his mind.

Chen Shouyi could hear the sound of his sister's labored training breath next door, the rustling of leaves blown by the breeze in the distance, and the rhythmic sound of the steam truck linkage several kilometers away.

He could see tiny dust particles fiercely dancing in the wind and the coarse pits on the wall.

The skin all over his body became incredibly sensitive, feeling every ridge in the T-shirt against his body, and every tiny cotton fluff.

He could distinguish hundreds of faint yet rich scents in the bedroom.

Most surprisingly, he could now directly perceive the ubiquitous mysterious power surrounding him. This mysterious power permeated the entire space, omnipresent like gravity; yet compared to gravity, this mysterious power could be more easily disturbed by his thoughts.

Before, all of this could only be sensed when practicing the Horizontal Training Thirty-Six Forms.

Chen Shouyi was somewhat indulged in this sensation — it was a transcendent feeling of complete mastery of information, everything seemed to be within his control.

Shell Lady, who was alone playing with a crystal ball by the bedside, felt her hair being tousled by the wind, frowned, and glanced at the Giant:

"What are you up to again, troublesome silly Giant, can't even sleep properly?" she muttered softly.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that the Giant seemed somewhat different, subtly carrying a trace of majesty.

She looked doubtfully for a few moments and then stopped paying attention, continuing to count her gems.

…

Only after a long while did Chen Shouyi wake up.

With a flicker of thought, the chaotic air around him instantly calmed.

A trace of surprise flitted across his face — controlling the air had become as easy as moving a limb, as simple and effortless as eating and drinking.

Looking at the small Shell Lady, a mischievous smile appeared on his face — he had heard all the bad things she had muttered.

Calling him a good Giant to his face, but a silly Giant behind his back — she truly deserved a smack!

In the next moment, a stream of air wrapped around her body, causing her skirt to begin fluttering, and her hair to fly wildly.

Shell Lady reached out to press down her skirt, rolled her eyes at Chen Shouyi irritably: "Good Giant, you can't blow me away!"

She was naturally familiar with Chen Shouyi's wind control ability, but here it was of no use.

Chen Shouyi's heart felt stifled — looked down upon by her, really? He couldn't believe that intermediate wind control ability couldn't blow away this little one.

A flick of thought, and the wind rapidly increased.

A half-meter-high whirlwind began to take shape, with more and more air currents joining the rotation from all sides, the speed of the whirlwind becoming faster and faster.

Like spinning a top, continually adding force in the same direction, the speed accelerated.

Seconds later, Shell Lady widened her eyes in surprise as her body was slowly lifted by the whirlwind.

She didn't struggle at all, excitedly shouting and cheering, her body spinning higher and higher until it nearly touched the ceiling, then stopped, and continued for a few seconds more until the small whirlwind slowly descended, only disappearing abruptly when Shell Lady landed on the bed, everything becoming calm.

Shell Lady's spinning body staggered and dizzy for a long time before regaining her senses, her small face amazed: "Good Giant, you're amazing!"

Chen Shouyi smiled confidently — at last, he could blow away Shell Lady. In the other world, he had long achieved this, but this was Earth, where the innate ability was almost weakened a thousandfold.

He estimated that the conventional wind power he could now control was around level five wind speed, roughly able to shake small twigs.

Of course, to blow away Shell Lady required a certain technique.

Don't be fooled by Shell Lady's small size, her body wasn't light — a height of fifteen or sixteen centimeters, her weight was almost two ounces.

"Want to play more?" Chen Shouyi asked.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Shell Lady quickly exclaimed loudly.

"Give me a kiss!"

Without hesitation, Shell Lady swiftly climbed onto Chen Shouyi's shoulder, giving him three quick kisses on the cheek:

"Mwah mwah mwah!"

…

The next morning, Chen Shouyi woke up feeling wonderfully refreshed.

He stretched lazily, his whole body's bones crackling, enjoying the comfort almost to the point of moaning.

At this moment, Chen Shouyi frowned slightly, remembering a strange and bizarre dream he had last night.

A Barbarian was kneeling on the ground, devoutly praying to him — in the dream, he was called the "God of Calamity", and was asked to bless a safe day and a successful hunt to gather enough food.

This dream was just too weird, puzzling him.

"Was it a real scene, or merely a reflection of day thoughts in dreams?"

Chen Shouyi sat on the bed, muttering softly to himself:

A divine creature can already absorb faith and hear the voices of believers, but where could he have gained such devout believers?

What's more, it's another world's Barbarian.

The Barbarians he had indeed killed plenty, the idea of believers was truly a fantasy…

He pondered over the words "God of Calamity", "calamity" was clearly not a favorable term, often symbolizing disaster and death.

Just then, his expression froze!

"Could it be that a Barbarian developed faith out of fear towards me?" His heart was stirred with thoughtful speculation.

He recalled his past killings on the Barbarian Island within the Dongning Spatial Passage. If any Barbarian felt fear towards him, it would surely be from that place. That time, not only did he absorb the Tree God's divinity, he also slaughtered a significant number of young Barbarian warriors, eventually frightening the entire tribe to scatter and flee.

The more he thought, the more plausible it seemed.

"Who would have thought, I have believers too now." Chen Shouyi chuckled in surprise.

Quickly, his chuckle faded and his expression turned serious.

He suddenly realized after obtaining divinity, he was wholly different now — divine creatures transcend ordinary beings, stepping into the realm of deities, possessing part of a god's capabilities, beginning to develop followers and accumulate faith.

In a sense, the path to godhood had already extended beneath his feet.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel slightly bewildered — had he already reached such a pivotal point?

He simply hadn't prepared psychologically.

Should he truly start developing believers?

For the first time, Chen Shouyi seriously considered this issue.

Firstly, to develop believers, Earth was out of the question. Given the government's strict crackdown on cults, it was fundamentally impossible to secretly develop followers.

Unless supported by the government, but this was highly unlikely.

The upper echelons would never create an existence that transcends all lives and isn't controllable, lingering above the nation's head — at least not until facing utter despair against the forces of the other world, fundamentally impossible to make such a decision.

Otherwise, attempts in this regard would have been made long ago.

The only choice to develop believers was to go to the other world.

However, Chen Shouyi quickly abandoned the thought — not to mention racial hatred, nor the sparse distribution of Barbarians in the other world making them hard to find; even if finding a Barbarian Tribe unaffected by divine influence, after expending immense energy and time, how many believers could be developed?

How long would it take to become a god?

Decades, centuries?

Chen Shouyi took a long breath, vigorously rubbed his face, the original struggling expression clearing up, no longer entranced by the lure of godhood,

If he lacked other powerful means, he might have unhesitatingly chosen this arduous path.

But possessing the Book of Knowledge, why pursue distant goals?

From an ordinary person to a Martial Artist, it took less than a year — as long as he continued to optimize and strengthen, he wouldn't believe he couldn't defeat these gods.

Moreover, relying on faith to become a god, he vaguely felt there must be some shortcomings.

ps: Sorry, it took longer than expected.