"Is this what a true god is?"
Longteng Tianxia muttered under his breath. His eyes, one dark purple and the other blazing gold, swept over the edge of the enormous crater below and the subordinates who had been utterly dumbstruck.
"Guild... Guild Master..."
Blood War Eight Wastelands' lips trembled. His face, flushed red with excitement, now looked like a ridiculous monkey's backside.
He wanted to say something, to shout, "Awesome!" But it felt as if a wad of cotton had lodged in his throat, and he could not force out a single word.
He simply dropped to one knee on instinct.
Not because he had been ordered to, but because of the instinctive awe, born from the depths of his soul, toward a higher Life Hierarchy.
Thud!
Thud! Thud!
Following Blood War Eight Wastelands' movement, the members of Dragon Soaring Dynasty behind him, no matter how proud or unruly they had been before, now seemed to have had all their strength drained away. They fell to their knees in droves.
The several-thousand-man formation fell utterly silent.
Only those fervent, worshipful, disbelieving gazes converged on the man in midair who had just become a god.
"What are you all kneeling for?"
A voice tinged with impatience came from the sky, breaking the silence.
"Are there Divinity Crystals to pick up on the ground?"
Longteng Tianxia slowly descended, lightly touching the scorched earth with his toes. He glanced at his own brothers kneeling in a dense mass before him and raised an eyebrow.
"Get up, all of you. No kneeling."
"Roar—!!!"
Blood War Eight Wastelands was the first to spring to his feet. That familiar roar, filled with unprecedented excitement and delight, nearly tore through everyone's eardrums.
"Guild Master, you're awesome!!"
"Guild Master, you are my god! No! You are a god