As the Chaos Azure Lotus bloomed, every deity was suppressed.
That suppression was not a matter of overpowering their strength, but something far deeper.
It was as though they stood before the very origin of heaven and earth. Every divine rank, divine office, and ounce of divine power became rootless, and all laws retreated of their own accord before that halo of chaos.
The deities standing in the square, including the God of Kindness and the God of Evil, who had yet to step forward,
all felt the circulation of their divine power grow sluggish and heavy, as though something had pressed down upon its very source.
The God of Destruction stood at the very front of the crowd, his hands still held in the posture of swinging his scepter, but his pupils had already widened as far as they could.
He stared at that azure lotus, at the calm figure seated upon its dais, and every thought of "seizing power" and "standing against him" was swept clean from his mind in that instant.
He realized he had been wrong. Utterly wrong.
Before that azure lotus, the Destruction Scepter in his hands was not worth so much as a stick of firewood.
Tang San, still lying on the ground, was utterly stunned as well.
His gaze passed over the crowd and settled on the figure seated upright upon the lotus dais. His lips parted slightly, but he could not make a sound.
Was this Lin Ye's true strength?
He recalled everything he had said before the crystal ball,
recalled sending people down to the lower realm to erase the "anomaly," and recalled slamming the table in the God Realm Committee and shouting, "I oppose this with both hands and both feet!"
All his schemes, all his methods, all his calculations