The voice entered the minds of every Human Race cultivator, and for a time, cheers rang out once again.
But very quickly, those cheers grew softer.
They had won, but they had also heard what Saint Yufeng had said before. Staying in the Land of Reincarnation did not truly mean they could remain undying for all eternity.
The Land of Reincarnation would also perish.
Before anyone could think further, as that voice—most likely belonging to a supreme existence—fell silent, a golden divine power vaster than the ocean and more resplendent than the stars surged out of nothingness, instantly shrouding the entire shattered Cloud Realm.
A moment later, that endless divine power gathered into a golden sphere of light that seemed to contain a universe, hovering silently before Song Zhong.
That grand voice rang out once more.
"The Human Race may choose one person to bear divine power and ascend to godhood."
Whoosh!
Everyone's gazes—whether joyful, sorrowful, or lost—focused instantly on Song Zhong at that moment.
There was no question about this choice at all.
The divine seat could only belong to Song Zhong!
It was he who, with his own strength, reversed a battle that had meant certain death!
It was he who led the Human Race toward new life!
Without Song Zhong, never mind entering this place, the Human Race would have been wiped out countless times over long ago!
Song Zhong looked at the golden sphere of light before him, which radiated endless temptation and was enough to drive any cultivator mad, yet his eyes were as calm as a stagnant pool.
Divine power?
This so-called divine seat was more like a magnificent cage, a reward and a shackle from a supreme existence.
Song Zhong slowly shook his head. His gaze passed over the crowd and finally landed