He walked for a long time.
No one knew how long.
His senses had been blurred by this world, his spiritual awareness constantly struggling against it.
Jiang Wang knew that Zhang Linchuan was using the power of this world to wear him down, while buying time for his own recovery.
Yet Jiang Wang kept walking forward without pause, as though accelerating toward his own death along the long journey of life.
Fear nothing else. Simply press onward.
For even as this world consumed him... he was consuming this world as well.
What kind of world was this?
The sky was hazy, the earth was hazy, the mist was hazy.
One could stretch out a hand and scarcely see all five fingers.
Yet at a certain moment, Jiang Wang clearly saw Zhang Linchuan.
In the kingdom of faith, he beheld the god of faith.
Only when he saw Zhang Linchuan did he see the mountains and rivers here, did this world come into being.
Zhang Linchuan here had fully recovered from his injuries. His gaze was detached yet compassionate, his aura soaring to crash against heaven and earth, cowing all things.
He merely stood there.
His black hair seemed already to touch the sky.
His features seemed already to define a god.
His sleeves drifted like clouds gathering into shadow. His gaze shone upon them, and with a single glance, he split open heaven.
Beneath green mountains, clear waters, and a bright sky, he stood apart from the world like an immortal god.
He was the Dao of this place, the god of this place, the vessel of all faith's power in this place.
All things existed because of him...
Standing in this world, even Jiang Wang could not help but feel worship arise for this god, a yearning to seek