The starry river of the sky cascaded down like a waterfall, billions of stars turning into streams of light that poured into the Holy Hall!
Whoosh~!
The believers throughout the entire city knelt like waves of wheat bowing in the wind, their foreheads pressed tightly to the ground as their devout prayers gathered into a sea.
Streets, plazas, storefronts.
As far as the eye could see, there were only prostrate figures, as if the entire world had been reduced to that Holy Hall devouring the river of stars.
In the shadows, Wu Heng wore the Faceless One Mask and silently watched it all.
"What a spectacular sight~!" the Empress Dowager said beside him. "When will our Spirit Enlightenment Sect ever have this kind of grandeur?"
Xiaoxiao spoke from his other side. "The people here are so strange. I just eavesdropped on them, and they sounded like they were reciting scripted lines. Over and over, it was always 'Praise the Holy Light,' 'Give thanks for the blessing'... like parrots."
Granda said, "What the Church needs are sheep like these to provide faith. Otherwise, with their foundations, how could they have remained so stagnant all this time?"
That was actually quite accurate.
Looking across the entire continent, the spread of professions, breakthroughs in potions, and advances in arcane machinery had almost all come from the Association's efforts.
As for the Church, what people still celebrated was its history spanning thousands of years, along with the glory of having once Slain Gods and Destroyed Cults.
Empress Dowager looked up at the distant river of stars. "Did your missile fly off course?"
"How could it get lost when it has positioning?" Wu Heng glanced at the sky, then checked the time. "Come back first. Let's move closer."
The four ghosts nodded and slipped into