In the blink of an eye, the Martial Arts Tournament began. Wang Yue had expected Wansheng Dao to cause trouble then, but everything was unexpectedly peaceful, and he took the position of Martial Arts Alliance Leader with ease.
But after becoming the Martial Arts Alliance Leader, he was disappointed. He hadn't gained any Faith Power at all. Instead, some deeply unpleasant black aura was trying to erode his Sea of Consciousness.
If his Sea of Consciousness hadn't been filled with Faith Power, and the River of Time hadn't been radiating an aura of virtue, he might have been led astray.
This left Wang Yue bewildered. What was going on? After he became the Martial Arts Alliance Leader, even if no one worshipped or believed in him, things shouldn't have gone this badly.
Or was the black aura simply so overwhelming that it had devoured the meager Faith Power he received? But what exactly was that black aura?
As Wang Yue puzzled over it, he suddenly remembered something Li Lianhua had once said. After fighting Di Feisheng in the Eastern Sea, he had been on the brink of death as he made his way back to Four Directions Gate. Hearing the common people curse Four Directions Gate had made him realize that they blamed the sect for starting the martial world's conflicts and making life unbearable for them.
In other words, even though Four Directions Gate had good intentions, the impact of its actions was no different from that of crooked, unorthodox factions.
Wang Yue remembered that when he had first taken over Spiritual Mountain Sect, he had immediately gained some Faith Power. Suddenly, he understood: this unpleasant black aura had come from his position as Martial Arts Alliance Leader.
Wang Yue frowned. He could feel the black aura pouring toward