Back in reality, the process of apotheosis continued seamlessly.
Infinite Bright Light surrounded Zhao Cheng, making him even more sacred and resplendent than the immortal Buddhas of legend.
Originally, Zhao Cheng had seen many things in the apotheosis before him clearly, yet been unable to understand them. But after that silent intermission, he now understood everything completely.
Every step within it—why it worked that way, what it meant—was crystal clear to him.
After all, this process still used the low-dimensional to construct the high-dimensional; it had not stepped beyond the framework of low and high dimensions.
For a true god, the most important thing was not faith, not divinity, not divine office, nor divine kingdom, but godhood!
That was the true core of a deity.
At the same time, Zhao Cheng saw the sinister intentions of the mastermind behind the scenes even more clearly.
Because even if every relevant factor in reality were added together, they could never support the birth of even the weakest god.
Zhao Cheng had already proven this in the world of the Pure Yang Immortal Path.
The faith he had possessed in that world exceeded that of reality by more than an order of magnitude, yet trying to ascend dimensions through it had been nothing but a daydream.
Zhao Cheng was certain that this apotheosis was about to come to a halt.
The reason, naturally, was a severe lack of faith. There was not even enough to contaminate his high-dimensional body.
That only made Zhao Cheng more curious. Given the mastermind's power, anyone capable of such an operation was surely far more versed in the divine path than he was. It was impossible for them not to see this.
Yet they had done it anyway. Surely they were not merely bored, making thunderous noise but