As long as she could avenge her husband, the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King.
She was willing to do anything.
Half a year later.
Sun Moon Empire, Spirit Pagoda Headquarters.
Huo Yuhao sat cross-legged on a prayer mat, his eyes closed as he rested his mind.
The Water Dragon King Godhead floated slowly before him.
Above him was a dome engraved with intricate, profound patterns. The surrounding walls bore all manner of sacred-looking reliefs, while pale frosty air permeated the chamber.
His mind sank slightly as he examined the eighty divine flames within his sea of consciousness. They continuously shifted through the three states of water, their mysterious runes gleaming brightly.
Just one final divine flame, and I can forge a ring of divine flames, become a God King, and continue infusing myself with Faith Power. No matter what, I must condense the eighty-first divine flame today!
With that thought, he drew upon even more Faith Power, attempting to ignite the final divine flame.
Naturally, igniting divine flames became increasingly difficult the further one progressed, and required ever greater amounts of Faith Power.
To prevent his plan to ignite the final divine flame from failing.
He had specifically ordered every life form that believed in him to put aside all their affairs and pray for him collectively today.
Fortunately, his efforts to spread the faith in recent years had produced good results. As such, he had quite a number of followers on Douluo Star.
As for security during this period, he naturally left it under the temporary care of the Plane Consciousness.
As his thoughts became even more focused, seemingly endless prayers surged toward him like raging tides, continuously battering his mind.
It was as though tens of millions of monks were chanting beside his ears.
"Praise the Ice God,