As Qin Hao's Primordial Spirit stepped out of his body, every living being in Qiyang City felt an overwhelming pressure upon their souls, and an urge to bow in worship rose within their hearts.
Some residents with low cultivation and weak spiritual wills had already fallen to their knees, gazing devoutly toward the sky.
"Hmm?"
As those people worshipped devoutly, Lu Ming sensed extremely fine threads connecting to the Primordial Spirit. These threads were so faint as to be imperceptible, and they did not truly exist, seeming instead like something illusory.
Upon touching those threads, Qin Hao felt his perspective shift, and the figure of someone kneeling on the ground appeared before him.
"Faith?"
He made his judgment inwardly, though he was also somewhat curious.
On the Origin Continent, faith was not a rule or Great Dao with strictly limited applications.
Within Primordial Space, quite a few experts had relied on faith to control Source Worlds, becoming the masters of those Source Worlds and World-level Primordial Life.
However, faith was not a manifested Great Dao, but rather a means.
Still, Qin Hao did not care much about it. He did not intend to walk this path, nor did he intend to study it in detail.
A trace of subtle energy separated from his Primordial Spirit, gathering all the threads of faith entirely onto that sliver of Primordial Spirit power.
At the same time, Chaos power transformed into streams of divine power that rapidly converged around that sliver of Primordial Spirit power, quickly forming an enormous body.
This body was not especially huge, but it still stood over ten trillion kilometers tall.
The power of faith condensed upon its body, gathering into faint golden radiance. It was exceedingly weak, yet it continued to accumulate.
This faith came from Qiyang City, while