Deep within the Great Dream Marsh, crisscrossing waterways carved the land into patches of wetland. Beneath the veiling white mist, the green marshes teemed with birds and beasts, brimming with vibrant life.
Only Cloud Dream City at the center lay in dead silence, without the slightest sound.
Golden Firmament God King stood above Cloud Dream City. Countless fine dragon patterns gleamed across his white-gold skin, while soaring spiritual radiance transformed from boundless power of faith gathered above his head.
From Gao Xian's perspective, Golden Firmament God King was like a humanoid torch set ablaze. White-gold flames billowed and swayed above his head, illuminating the nine heavens—and the vast, deep Great Dream Marsh below.
Gao Xian could even see the lingering souls and obsessions within those roaring white-gold flames, and hear hundreds of millions of remnant souls still praying and chanting, "Five Firmaments God King, bless us..."
"Five Firmaments God King above, this disciple begs you to bestow blessed fortune..."
"By the God King's heavenly grace, grant me divine powers to ward off evil and purge poisons..."
None of these believers knew how they had died. Still less did they know that the deity they worshipped had slaughtered both their forms and souls, turning them into immense power of faith.
Golden Firmament God King's method of transforming power of faith was incomparably domineering, exceptionally cold, and viciously cruel. Yet from the perspective of secret arts, this method was far superior to the Blood River Banner!
Gao Xian did not pity those believers, but he could not help sighing at their stupidity.
He had killed many hostile living beings himself. There was nothing more to say about that.
But as a lofty deity, the greed, cruelty, and venom Golden Firmament God King displayed filled Gao Xian with deep loathing and hatred.
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