Baqi could technically be considered a god, but strictly speaking, he could only be called a False God.
Yan Wuyue World was merely a fragment world. In essence, it was only a tiny part of the main world. The divine positions nurtured within a fragment world could never receive recognition from the main world—the divine positions of the fragment world overlapped with those of the main world, and the former would inevitably be worn away by the latter.
Thus, when he was forced to leave Yan Wuyue World, knocked from his divine altar by others and returned to the main world, Baqi did not feel too much pain—unless he had truly resolved to hide in the fragment world for the rest of his life.
But even so, whether he was a False God or not, he had at least taken his first step into this realm.
He understood far better than anyone present what the Aura radiating from this young man meant... A god, and moreover, a god of the main world.
Gods possessed divine might. It was supreme majesty born from the great power of Heaven and Earth. It could be said to embody part of the will of the main world. To mortals, it was sacred and inviolable.
The Suzuki Association's thugs and the Song Family's disciples stared blankly at the young man suspended above the altar. One after another, they began to worship him from the bottom of their hearts.
At this moment, any disrespect was a grave sin. That ancient majesty was reweaving their understanding—even their weapons fell from their hands.
Song Haoran stared blankly at the scene... At the pious expressions of the companions who had fought alongside him through life and death, he felt as if he had seen it somewhere before.
This kind