On the resplendent Plane of Light, the first thing countless believers did each morning was pray to the great God of Light. They prayed with devout hearts, beseeching the great God of Light to grant them good fortune.
"Great God of Light, please grant us a miracle and keep our village peaceful, free from attacks by wild beasts."
"Great God of Light, please save my wife. I will spend the rest of my life devoting all my faith to the God of Light..."
Countless other prayers flowed incessantly into the Light God Temple.
Whoosh.
Inside the Light God Temple, the Light God Lord abruptly opened his eyes and let out a long breath, looking thoroughly pleased. "It really is more comfortable here in the temple. All this endless power of faith-another trace of divinity is almost ready to condense."
Seated in the center of the temple was none other than the Light God Lord, who had withdrawn from the battlefield against the Spellcaster Civilization. He had been back on the Plane of Light for several days.
"I've already rung the divine bell. According to the agreement we made when the alliance was founded, no matter the circumstances, once the divine bell rings, the Divine Lords of all eight divine pantheons must assemble."
The Light God Lord's gaze seemed to pierce through the Light God Temple as he looked beyond the plane, awaiting the arrival of the Divine Alliance's other seven Divine Lords.
This time, the Light God Lord had an "important mission." Although he coveted these Divine Lords' divinity, he knew better than to sacrifice a greater gain for a lesser one. He would first win over the other seven Divine Lords, then ultimately obtain all the divinity from the Atlan Civilization.
After all, the Light God Lord had never