The Gods watched as the magnificent Crystal Palace merged with the Emperor's Throne atop the sacred mountain range. In the blink of an eye, the golden temple complex that had once stood on the mountain peaks vanished, replaced by a magnificent palace complex within the vast and splendid Crystal Fortress.
Lin Zhichen had now fully recovered his divine form. His enormous body, tens of thousands of kilometers tall, sat upon the golden Crystal Throne. More than two hundred Holy Spirit Angels guarded either side of the temple; compared to him, they were like insignificant specks of dust on a mountain.
The God Emperor on the throne looked down over the vast Divine Realm World. After one or two thousand years of development, this immense divine realm continent had become prosperous. Human Heroic Spirits from countless different eras had gathered there, building cities across the land that reflected the spirit of their times.
Grand fortresses dotted the land of the divine realm. The Heroic Spirit Legions, once the absolute backbone of its forces, lived in these military strongholds, training year after year and waging wars whose details remained unknown.
On this immense land, which was one light-year in diameter, roughly a tenth of the region had become a thriving urban sprawl. Over the years, the divine realm had never stopped rescuing the human Heroic Spirits lost in the river of history. Every day now, hundreds of millions of historical spirits came from the past to the Throne World, where divine power remade their bodies and gave them a chance to live again.
In the Soul Sea, countless sanctuary worlds drifted, glowing faintly and illuminating the dark ocean depths. Psionic Lightning streaked through the Soul Sea from time to time, striking demons that crept silently closer from the shadows.
Over the years,