Upon the high platform, the figure within the divine light sat in silent stillness.
What drove him to press Wu Heng step by step was far more than simple hatred. Beneath it lay an indescribable anxiety and wariness.
Wu Heng was too strange.
Not only had he escaped his grasp time and again, but even more unbelievable, he had attained godhood in such a short time.
That rate of growth exceeded everything he knew.
If he allowed Wu Heng to keep delaying and growing, he would surely become a grave threat in the future—perhaps even overturn everything.
Therefore, he had to force him to show himself, now.
And based on Wu Heng's past behavior, he was certain that, faced with such tragic cries from his followers, Wu Heng would most likely appear.
This was not a bad thing.
If he could seize this chance to completely devour and absorb this newly ascended god, the gains would far outweigh all his previous losses.
What was more, he could learn the coordinates of that new plane from him. A brand-new world was an irresistible temptation to any god.
The ceremony below continued.
Bundles of firewood were piled ever higher, and then people began casting Grease Spells over them. The pungent smell spread throughout the square, mingling with fear and despair.
Tap, tap, tap~!
A high-ranking priest hurried beneath the platform and bowed as he reported, "Father God, everything is ready."
The gaze within the light swept over him. After a brief pause, an icy voice spoke, "Give them enough time to pray. Let their despair... carry farther."
"Yes." The priest respectfully withdrew.
Time crawled by amid torment.
In the square, prayers, sobs, and curses grew louder and more chaotic, merging into a cacophony that made hearts tremble.
About an hour later, the