The Sacrificial Temple trembled.
The instant that Formless Power spread, everything ruined was reconstructed once more. Drawing upon the Secret Rite that now covered the entire Riftworld and this dual authority, it effortlessly remade the scarred devastation into a scene of prosperity.
Countless shadows emerged once again from the streets and buildings, devoutly lowering their heads and kowtowing toward the majestic figure at the center of heaven and earth.
Nor were they merely afterimages. At that moment, everyone hidden within the Riftworld, every sin-afflicted person concealed behind the ruins, was bent double beneath the ravages of that terrifying gravity.
They trembled as though blades pressed against their backs, drenched in sweat.
It was as if an invisible noose had wound itself around their necks.
Kneel and worship!
Amid one majestic Bell Toll after another, brilliant radiance flowed beneath Ji Jue's feet. Wherever it passed, all things bowed in reverence, and heaven and earth sang in joy.
With a single thought, he remade all creation!
Even high above, the shadow of that incomplete tower glimmered with a trace of dazzling golden light.
Only Worry-Free Duke's roars and screams grew ever louder and more shrill.
His eyes were bloodshot. Under gravity's suppression, thick bloody tears were squeezed from their corners and trickled down his face, leaving him so wretched and humiliated.
What in this world could compare to such humiliation and punishment?
Everything he had pursued for his entire life, everything for which he had suffered day and night without rest, everything his ancestors had dreamed of attaining—it had appeared in the hands of his enemy.
It showed not the slightest cold aloofness. Fawning and obedient, it was like a pet.
Summoned at a call and dismissed with a wave, yet it alone showed him no courtesy—rather, it despised and scorned him,