Unlike the faith of the Empire's followers, which was milky white, this sudden influx of faith was dark red, like a deadly poison, or the thick, undispersable blood mist that floated through the Fallen God Realm.
If faith was a god's sustenance, then this was deadly poison. In traditional terms, it was karmic retribution—the red lotus flames of karma that could only be born when believers hated from the bottom of their hearts!
Since the Golden Great Sun had first appeared, it had never been as dim as it was now. Endless curses burned against the Golden Throne, while the radiating divine power tangled with the curses, neutralizing and vanishing together.
Although the barrier around the divine kingdom still held firm against the invasion of karmic retribution, the endless golden divine power continued to burn away vast swathes of bloody light. Divine power was purer and countered cursed karma; each wisp of divine power could cleanse dozens of times its volume in karmic retribution.
Even so, the curses from the heretics—ten times more numerous than the human believers—still dimmed the Golden Throne's radiance. The entire Golden Great Sun was wrapped in a dense, impenetrable cloud of cursed blood, nearly severing the connection between the divine kingdom and the Material Realm.
"What's going on?!" Link stood up in alarm and fury. This was far beyond what the Gods had expected. "Why are there so many humans who hate the Empire?!"
"It's the embers of time." At that moment, a look of understanding crossed Lin Zhichen's face as he sat upon the throne. He had discerned too much from the cursed blood clouds bearing down on them.
Moreover, now that a choice had been made, the fate that had once been obscured had opened a corner to him. "The Will of Chaos