Even as time passed, many lords still remained kneeling on the ground, facing the direction of the defensive zone where Zong Shen was.
As though they could be touched by a trace of divinity simply by doing so.
Humans possessed a blind inclination toward faith. Whether natives or people from Blue Star, they were all the same in this regard.
Before, Zong Shen had merely been incredibly formidable.
But after ascending to godhood, everyone's worship of him naturally rose to another level.
At the core of the [Eye of the Cold Abyss], which had nearly ninety percent collapsed, gray-white daylight poured down like pillars through the tears in the eternal night sky, bathing Zong Shen's upright figure in its glow.
A pale gray halo formed from chaotic divine power flowed endlessly around him, causing even the light streaming through the cracks to bend and distort slightly.
It was as if even light itself stood in awe of this newly born Chaos deity.
Before his chest, that low-tier Chaos Godhead rotated slowly at a steady rhythm.
Its form had transformed into a core of gray-white luminous mist, constantly arising, vanishing, and evolving with infinite possibilities.
Threads of indescribable primordial radiance also flowed along its edges.
With every turn, it silently drew in and transformed the last fragments of frost and termination laws scattered by the collapse of the surrounding domain.
Assimilating them into the most primordial nourishment of chaos.
Zong Shen slightly raised his right hand and loosely clenched his fingers, feeling the unprecedented power within him.
It was not merely a surge in attributes or an enhancement of skills, but an elevation of authority at the very essence of his being.
He seemed faintly able to hear the complicated emotions contained within the gazes of gods projected from afar.
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