The instant the divine son appeared, heaven and earth fell silent.
An inexplicable awe and reverence welled up in every living being's heart, along with an infinite urge to worship and look up to him. They almost wanted to kneel and kowtow in devotion.
This was an instinct ingrained over tens of millions of years.
Had the founding of the Datu Dynasty changed that instinct?
No.
At the very beginning of the Datu Dynasty's uprising, its founding ruler had established the national policy of "revere the gods, love the people." The founding ruler had keenly perceived the immense power of faith and gods, and thus followed that force, uniting even more strength to establish a dynasty that swept all beneath heaven.
At that critical juncture in those years, there was no shortage of kings who sought to utterly deny the gods.
Many rulers regarded gods as a sin. Wherever they went, they razed mountains and smashed temples, destroying every faith and planting the roots and tendrils of their own dynasty's rule.
It was not as though there had been no rulers who thought this way.
Yet all those radical rulers died.
Some died to internal rebellions among the people; others died to rulers like Tu Sanyi, whose national policy was to unite greater forces. Like mayflies that vanished in a single flash, they never had the chance to grow.
Within the present Datu Dynasty, nearly every soldier and commoner was a devout believer in the gods.
In the eyes of the people and soldiers, the gods stood far above any ruler.
At this moment, that inexplicable sense of familiarity and awe made countless soldiers hesitate, forcibly suppressing the urge to kneel upon the ground.
But in the next instant—
Boom!
A thunderclap erupted from the boundless heights. An incomparably majestic