As Zhang Yu contemplated, the spirituality gathered before him gradually began to change.
Because the order of precedence among the spiritual positions had been reversed, the spirituality of the various clan members swiftly became kindling, serving as nourishment that continuously tempered the spirituality above them.
The clans also realized something was wrong. The people around them were disappearing one after another—not transforming into spirits, but dispersing into part of the surrounding spirituality. Those who remained, recognizing the situation, struggled and howled desperately, trying to break free.
But it was useless. Once the spiritual rite began, it was propelled by all spirituality together, like being swept down by a surging torrent. Unless one could resist the power of the entire current, there was no breaking free.
Before long, the members of the various clans vanished one by one, filling the spirituality positioned above them.
Yet the providers of this upper spirituality were all ordinary commoners. Their thoughts were chaotic and trivial, and they were numerous. Once this spiritual power was divided among them, each did gain a little benefit, but they remained far from fully merging into spiritualization. They themselves were also fiercely resistant to it.
But the ritual would not stop because of this.
Just as those clan members had been unable to resist, although these commoners refused to offer themselves, the ritual did not actually need their consent. With higher spirituality participating, it would naturally force this spirituality together, continuing to drive and complete the ritual, turning everyone into spiritual creatures.
And at this very moment, because the power of the upper spirituality had long failed to cooperate, the Upper Layer's power finally began to move.
As an immense force descended, the spirituality within these commoners' bodies was forcibly kneaded together and gradually converged in one place.
Zhang Yu