From beginning to end, Ji Jue had never imagined that Wen Sheng had never left.
And he had been close at hand.
When Ji Jue noticed the signs appearing throughout the divine kingdom, he finally realized with a start where Wen Sheng had come from—the entire Dreamland, every place, every corner.
Even... within every person's soul.
Countless tiny components, specks of light so minute they were impossible to observe, innumerable droplets of Spiritual Substance rose from every person's soul. Like Stars, they revolved across the vast expanse and gathered into form.
In the end, they formed Wen Sheng's existence, right before Ji Jue's eyes!
And before this, his soul had likely already been scattered throughout the whole world...
From the day the Holy God vanished, he had likely already merged into the entire Dreamland.
"So that was it. Prayer?"
Ji Jue understood at once, seeing through the cause of this phenomenon.
Just as Ji Jue and Old Bastard had established—the bond of faith went both ways!
Just as believers were connected to their gods, gods were likewise connected to their believers. And the instant all believers prayed to their god, that link had already been established.
They offered up their selfhood and faith, and likewise received the god's selfhood and Spiritual Substance.
A consciousness calmed through meditation, a soul that had opened all its defenses through prayer—it was like a flowerpot with loosened soil and fertile nourishment, ready for seeds to be sown.
From then on, they grew silently, accumulating day after day...
The instant Ji Jue grasped this essence, he could no longer hold it in. He burst out laughing, doubling over with mirth until tears nearly came to his eyes.
It was too absurd. Too outrageous.
Even he had not expected that the Corrupted Holy Seal he had