Before Bishop Whistleck could launch an attack, Chen Yi suddenly frowned and looked in one direction. Bishop Whistleck then stopped his attack as well and looked the same way.
It was not just the two of them. Every seventh-tier being in this world looked toward a certain direction.
Something bad was entering this world, and the world was rejecting him.
Normally, an eighth-tier being entering the Eternal World would not cause such a change.
But this was an Old God!
A being almost fit to sit at the same table as the Abyss.
No world welcomed them.
All they brought was destruction and death, even if that was not their intention.
This was also why the Old Gods wanted a death match with the Deities of the City of Heaven: they needed authority, true authority.
The Dream World's authority to turn falsehood into reality could only keep their realms from falling. It was difficult for them to advance any further.
No matter how much faith and power their followers and monsters provided, it could only supplement their strength horizontally; it could not let them climb higher.
Furthermore, without true authority to deal with the cognition mixed into monster faith, they would gradually be influenced by that cognition and become the Deities imagined by those monsters.
Did you think only humans went mad in the Dream World?
No. Even Deities went mad in the Dream World.
And they were even crazier than living beings and monsters.
It was merely that they were stronger and more capable of enduring it.
But as long as they possessed authority, they could refine the cognition within faith into divinity, thereby forging Divine Artifacts that belonged solely to themselves.
From then on, they would no longer be influenced by faith.
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