"Fu Shang!"
"Fu Shang!"
"Fu Shang!"
The instant Fu Shang arrived riding a lion, thunderous cheers surged into the heavens, scattering the clouds overhead.
Hundreds of thousands? Millions? Or even more?
For thousands of miles along the edge of the Great Wilderness, densely packed crowds pressed together, crying, shouting, and cheering.
Most of them had been slaves for generations. More than one among them had personally watched their fathers be devoured as rations by the divine clans.
Their unbearable oppression transformed into the most fervent cheers.
Countless people wept, prostrating themselves on the ground and kowtowing to Fu Shang with the highest ceremony.
"Our human race... is not lowly!"
A tide of heat seemed to surge through Zhong Yue's heart, and even the corners of his eyes grew hot.
"Our human race..."
Feng Shang wept openly, looking as though he were drunk.
He had seen this scene in his dreams more than once, had yearned for it more than once.
Now, it had truly come to pass.
"This is..."
Above the clouds, Fu Shang's heart trembled slightly as he sensed an incomparably pure power of faith surging like ocean waves.
He was no stranger to the power of faith, but such pure faith still surprised him somewhat.
The human heart was ever-changing. Power of faith this pure was rarely seen.
Smack~
He patted the lion beneath him on the head, descended through the clouds, and came before the crowd.
Fu Shang dismounted and accepted their salute.
He could accept this salute.
But seeing that they still intended to bow again, he slowly raised a hand.
"Everyone, rise."
Whoosh~~~
An invisible force instantly spread out, lifting every human who had bowed in worship to their feet.
"Lord Fu Shang!"
Everyone felt an invisible yet powerful force supporting them from below, forcing