Dim light naturally cast a mysterious veil over people and things alike.
The Holy Son made a grand entrance, walking out of an opening accompanied by a faint mist.
The mist had been produced by some chemical method devised by the elders. It was completely harmless and merely added an air of mystery to his entrance.
He wore a pure-white cloak, with the hood concealing his face. The cuffs, hem, and other edges of the garment were trimmed with five golden lines, highlighting his supreme status.
Although his cloak bore no patterns, it gave off an unmistakably noble air. The material was exceptionally fine.
So fine, in fact, that the elders had told him he could only wear it when attending gatherings.
Under the gaze of the entire crowd, he walked toward the people.
Wherever he went, the tightly packed believers would bend slightly and retreat to the side, giving him enough room to squeeze through.
He had not asked anyone to kneel or perform any other more extreme gesture. He knew very well that such things would become a barrier to attracting new believers.
They had not even come into contact with anything yet, and you wanted them to kneel or do something else? Who would accept that? Many people sought faith to find spiritual support or hoped that something could protect them—not to kneel before someone every day.
He himself had attended gatherings of other religions before, and he hated the way they treated believers as if they were not human.
So from the very beginning, he had decided not to make people kneel or perform any other actions. All they needed to do was look at him.
Recently, he had obtained some special items through certain channels—things that looked highly religious. They were obviously perfect for rituals