The power bursting forth from the shattered talisman was the most fundamental power of a Divine Office. Yet, having never received incense offerings, it could not give rise to Divine Power. It could, however, stir human hearts!
Especially since Qiu Yan was now in the Imperial City. There was another world within the Armillary Sphere, and as those ripples spread, they expanded along the Literary Web. A spot of blood-red emerged within the Armillary Sphere.
That blood-red was incomparably dense. Were someone to examine it closely, they would see layer upon layer of spatial folds deep within its crimson depths. They were formed from the refined spatial creature of old. The difference was that within the spatial folds at the creature's core, many thoughts remained.
These many thoughts resembled those of believers praying to gods. They bore the aura of incense offerings and belonged to the Divine Path. The Imperial City was suppressed by Dragon Qi, making it difficult for transcendent Divine Abilities to endure, while the Divine Path faced all manner of restrictions. Yet the spaces here overlapped, Near and Far—seemingly before one's eyes, yet not truly in the same place—thus allowing them to remain.
But at this moment, with a thought from Qiu Yan, a portion of those many thoughts immediately scattered and drifted far away. They contained, unmistakably, fear of the apocalypse and the joy of salvation.
These thoughts had originated when the Firmament Weeping Blood had filled all under heaven with fear. Qiu Yan had soothed them with his voice, then dispersed the blood-red sky and settled the people's hearts. At that time, throughout the world, whether officials or commoners, wherever that bloody light had shone, a thread of thought had been entrusted and gathered into the Armillary Sphere, slowly settling within. This had been one