At the deepest point of the earth fissure created by the Doomsday Cult's sacrificial ritual, a massive furnace gateway stood open.
The unknown evil god, who had failed to obtain an Honored Name even at the moment of sacrifice, let out a terrified howl. Its enormous, dreadful divine body—one whose mere gaze could kill vast numbers of humans—was rapidly being devoured by the gateway.
As it was sacrificed, the more than one thousand participating Furnace Witches would each receive a different share of merit according to their contributions.
To Furnace Witches, merit was something that could accomplish nearly anything.
As long as they possessed enough "merit," the witches could exchange it with the great Master for anything they desired.
This included all manner of Furnace Witchcraft, even furnace divine arts, as well as other knowledge and even lifespan.
Naturally, no one doubted the Master's great power.
Tang Qi Number Two, who had been allotted the greatest amount of merit, showed little joy in his eyes at that moment.
He looked at the open furnace gateway with a complicated expression.
With the amount of merit he possessed now, he was fully qualified to request a portion of Divine Authority from the Furnace Master. It could allow Tang Qi Number Two to ascend to a divine kingdom and become one of the myriad spirits. Even as merely a weak god, he would still possess immensely powerful strength.
Yet Tang Qi Number Two did not do so, and the Master of the Furnace did not force his ascension. Clearly, both understood that the consequences of ascending would not be good.
The Furnace Master!
It was heading toward its fall, an irreversible death in the eyes of the gods.
No one knew whether the Furnace's final moment would mean utter extinguishment or an uncontrolled