"I'll help you~" Lin Zhichen nodded, then looked at Conilia. "You may draw on all the Power of Faith accumulated in the divine kingdom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the world before Conilia's eyes shuddered, and she glimpsed another part of the divine kingdom's truth.
It was a dense, impenetrable mist—the manifestation of the Power of Faith.
As the only faith in the Human World, the Golden Throne had become the people's sole object of worship. The existence of a state religion had firmly rooted that faith in the human nation.
Thanks to the influence of countless priests, almost every human in the vast empire's hundreds of star systems was a believer in the Emperor. Most were still only the lowest tier of casual believers, but the people's relatively high quality and enormous population had nonetheless gathered an endless wellspring of faith.
From the perspective of faith, one could see a pillar of faith rising from the Three-dimensional Universe, transforming into a mighty torrent that converged upon the entire nation and constantly increased its power.
However, Conilia also noticed that although the Gods presiding over the divine kingdom were efficiently converting faith into divine power at all times, the faith consumed in the process amounted to less than one-tenth of all the faith generated by humanity.
In other words, nine-tenths of humanity's gathered faith was left unprocessed every moment. It had accumulated within the nation over countless years, and its total far exceeded the divine power the Gods had converted and stored.
"Rumble~"
As the divine art began, this immense sea of faith seemed to be swallowed by a black hole, surging endlessly into the spell. The boundless will, a part of the universe's Collective Consciousness, accepted it all, drawing out the faith like water from a well until