That day, Su Mo began his ascension to godhood through faith.
Boom—
A pillar of golden light enveloped Su Mo.
Standing within that light, Su Mo felt as though his body were sinking downward, yet also rising upward.
The God-Sealing Art within him began operating at full speed.
Faith Power surged in from every corner of the continent, like countless invisible rivers converging toward Su Mo.
The sky began to darken.
It was not storm clouds, but a deeper kind of darkness.
That darkness slowly gathered above Su Mo's head, spiraling into an exceedingly slow vortex. Lightning flickered faintly within the clouds, yet there was no sound.
Nearby Soul Masters stopped one after another and looked up at the sky.
Some cried out, some fell to their knees, and some even held their breath.
Xiao Wu stood in the distance, clutching her robe tightly in both hands as she stared unblinkingly at the figure standing between light and darkness.
Su Mo opened his eyes.
There was no longer any distinction between pupil and white in his eyes, only an expanse of blazing light.
The Blood Shadow Sword flew from his body and hovered behind him. Nine Soul Rings appeared one after another, every one of them red.
Then, the red began to fade, as though washed over and over by the dawn. In the end, every Soul Ring turned golden.
Nine golden Soul Rings slowly revolved behind him.
Su Mo stood at the center of the nine rings, like a sun surrounded by countless stars. The vortex in the sky abruptly contracted, transforming into a pillar of light that descended straight onto Su Mo.
At last, the tenth Soul Ring condensed around Su Mo.
The pillar of light descended from the heavens again, illuminating heaven and earth as brightly as