More than thirty gods stood together, each extending one hand. A powerful stream of divine power surged from their palms into the Myriad Gods Spear. As the spear absorbed the immense fortune gathering around it, it also absorbed the divine power of all kinds of gods.
It radiated countless intense rays of divine light, while an immense aura surged outward like a ceaseless tide. The air around them grew heavy, carrying an oppressive pressure.
Boom!
Having absorbed boundless fortune and divine power, the Myriad Gods Spear shone with even fiercer divine light, transforming into an enormous pillar of light that blasted into the sky with astonishing power, accompanied by a thunderous roar.
The power of Myriad Gods spread through the heavens, filling the sky with multicolored radiance. An immense pressure spread as well, pressing down upon countless people like the might of heaven itself.
As the pillar of light dispersed, a phantom clad in a black cloak appeared, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura. It was Zhao Fu's figure.
Then one figure after another appeared, each emanating the powerful aura of a god. First came the Goldstone Goddess, Jade Goddess, Bronze Goddess, Ironstone Goddess, and Silverstone Goddess, followed by all manner of other gods.
With Zhao Fu's phantom at the center, the multitude of gods stood in the sky, radiating different divine lights and immense auras. Heaven and earth changed color, winds and clouds churned, as though the gods themselves had descended. The sight was immensely shocking.
Feeling that immense aura and seeing the countless gods standing in the sky, innumerable people could not help but kneel devoutly upon the ground.
This was not Zhao Fu flying into the sky. Rather, the Myriad Gods Spear had manifested the divine power fused into itself, forming a scene of the gods appearing.