After receiving his orders, Zi Luan did not dare linger for even a moment. His figure became a streak of light as he silently left Nine Profound Mountain and headed straight for the Taiyan Sect stronghold.
The mountaintop returned to silence. The faint ripple in Wang Ping's eyes regarding Sun Shulin had completely settled, like a deep pool returning to stillness. His entire focus returned to the Divine Kingdom Palace and the five fourth-realm Primordial Spirits.
Just as when he had previously invested Xiao Qing and Xiao Min, he raised a hand and lightly tapped the endlessly circulating Divine Kingdom Star Map in the void. A solemn, majestic voice seemed to descend from the nine heavens, echoing within every strand of Power of Faith:
"Today, there are believers of the righteous path, steadfast in nature, unyielding through tribulations... I hereby invest you as Divine Generals of the Divine Kingdom, bestow upon you the mark of the Divine Kingdom, impart the true teachings of Divine Arts, grant you the incense offerings of all people, and bind your fate to that of the Divine Kingdom..."
As the solemn voice reverberated, five pure pillars of golden light descended in response, utterly swallowing the five Primordial Spirits. Within the pillars, countless Divine Art runes surged like boiling golden tides, violently pouring into the depths of the Primordial Spirits and forcibly constructing spiritual meridian systems attuned to the Divine Kingdom.
One Primordial Spirit on the left let out a silent shriek the instant the runes entered. Its structure was like smoke torn apart by a gale. After struggling for only a breath, it vanished completely with a soft pop, turning into the most fundamental energy and being absorbed by the Divine Kingdom.
Immediately afterward, another Primordial Spirit swelled like an overinflated skin. Runes ran wild