The Tower of Ascension

A Heavenly Net and Earthly Net woven by a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers spread across the sky. Within Messiah, originally an immensely sacred piece woven from orchestral music, electronic beats and metal remixes slowly began to creep in, staining the holy hymn with a metallic edge.

The world at the center of the Heavenly Net and Earthly Net seemed to become the center of the world itself. As streams of light circled Divine Land, vast waves of Shi surged toward the place where Heaven's Court stood.

Even though many gods had already begun to feel afraid, they had been swept up in the waves. Even if they wanted to follow God of Live Broadcast and defect, they had already lost their chance.

No, there were still some who could. The gods of the Dream System, for instance, had mostly followed the three Dream Gods—Nightmare, Good Dream, and Dream Demon—into that dream capable of trapping even gods.

Only that dream could withstand these towering waves of faith.

The waves of faith swept past the many gods. Their immense force made escape difficult, and threads tugged by their divine cores bound them fast, dragging them toward the bottomless abyss.

The world standing at the very center of the vortex spread his arms. Above the hymn, now tinged with electronic sounds, the outline of Heaven's Court grew ever clearer. Yet the immense, awe-inspiring city in the sky floated above the world without stealing even a fraction of his presence.

It was a strange aura, like the center of the world, that drew the eye and held it fast.

The hundred thousand heavenly soldiers formed ranks and charged. The gods' ranks collided with the heavenly soldiers, and explosions rang out one after another. Broken parts rained from the sky. Only then did Feng Xue