Deep within the canyon, the lightning gradually subsided, and silence returned.
Yu Yuanchen sat cross-legged, his mind focused as he carefully examined the purple-gold crystal at his brow, tightly fused with his soul and covered in cracks—the broken Thunder God Position.
As his consciousness delved deeper, it was as though he had entered a vast yet shattered Thunder Star Domain. Countless broken chains of divine laws drifted through the void like fragments of stars, dim and lightless, their connections faint and their operations obscure and obstructed.
The entire God Position space was permeated by the decay and stillness left behind by damaged foundations. Yet beneath this deathly silent ruin, Yu Yuanchen could clearly sense threads of faint yet incomparably pure milky-white energy seeping in from the unseen void. Like trickling streams, they silently nourished those fractured cracks, barely keeping the God Position from collapsing completely.
This was the Power of Faith—faith belonging to the very concept of the "Thunder God" God Position.
Across Douluo Continent, whenever Soul Masters revered the might of thunder, whenever ordinary people prayed for favorable winds and rains, whenever living beings held gratitude for the magnificent Heavenly Thunder between heaven and earth... those purest powers of thought would cross time and space and gather here.
It did not matter whether the believers knew the Thunder God's name. So long as their thoughts were directed toward "thunder" itself, that power would return here. This was decreed by the laws of heaven and earth, and it was one of the foundations for the existence of elemental Gods in this world. There was no need to actively spread doctrine; faith would gather on its own.
"So that's how it is..." Yu Yuanchen understood. The reason this Broken God Position had not completely dissipated after countless years, and could instead