"My people! I am the God Lord of the Pantheon of Myriad Gods, the one who commands all gods. Believe in me, and I shall protect you. Now that you live within the Pantheon of Myriad Gods, do you feel happy?"
Zhao Fu's sacred, majestic voice rang throughout the entire venue like the tolling of a bronze bell.
The countless citizens below clasped their hands before them, their faces full of excitement and fervor, as they answered, "May we forever believe in our Lord! We are very happy!"
Though no individual voice was particularly loud, their gathered voices became like an ocean of sound—immensely imposing, carrying a vast and sacred aura as they surged outward in all directions.
The corners of Zhao Fu's lips lifted into a faint smile. He spread his hands and slowly opened them, releasing an invisible force. The Myriad Gods Spear planted upon the platform of the Pantheon of Myriad Gods emitted an immense power.
The power of heaven and earth rapidly gathered above Zhao Fu, and a vast divine might spread forth. Rays of divine light in every color shone down from the sky by the thousands and tens of thousands, falling upon the many citizens below.
Bathed in that divine light, the citizens became more vigorous, while some of their injuries and illnesses began to heal.
Standing upon the stone platform in midair, Zhao Fu was showered in countless streams of colored light and draped in endless radiance. He was incomparably sacred, truly like the god of all gods.
Countless citizens once again knelt fanatically upon the ground. Their hands remained clasped as they raised their heads, gazing devoutly at Zhao Fu and shouting in unison, "May heaven bless our Lord!"
Their voices remained immensely resounding, echoing in every direction. Even from far away,