The cool light softened the wind that had been scorching hot beneath the sun.
Yet for many people, it became a bone-chilling cold that seeped into their bodies with the breeze.
The auras of one Golden Breed after another descended.
Yet those auras were tightly linked together, like a terrifying giant net that enveloped everything around them.
Before this net of aura, a single term arose in everyone's hearts—heavenly might.
Heavenly might was vast and lofty.
For those who had committed no offense, it was powerful yet distant, carrying little oppressive force.
But for those with guilt in their hearts, that heavenly might filled them with unprecedented terror.
Several nobles were so frightened that their lives were snuffed out on the spot.
Yet in the next instant, before they had completely died, their souls were forced back into their bodies by that overwhelming might.
Today was the day the Fictional Protocol officially became the Fictional Church, and these nobles were guests who had received invitations to attend the ceremony.
Even if they were going to die, they would have to wait until today was over!
However, the uninvited guests who had come without invitations were not so fortunate.
The Church of Precepts had never given up on the Azure Sky Whale, and remnants of all sorts of churches had remained in hiding.
Under such circumstances, there would always be people capable of lying low.
Since the Fictional Protocol was holding such a grand ceremony, people would naturally come to investigate.
And compared to Xinuo and the captains, these people were far more stubborn and hardline.
They would never surrender to Naimus and the others.
The reason was that they had once been the beneficiaries.
Asking them to bow their heads to Naimus, accept his rule, and abandon their former identities