That oppressive sensation caused no pain, yet it made people instinctively want to retreat, to lower their heads, to avert their gaze from the source of that power.
The instant one of the palace knights felt that power, he unconsciously tightened his grip on his spear. But his fingers trembled slightly against the cold metal before quickly steadying.
They did not know what had happened, but their bodies reacted before their minds did.
That resentment force was spreading outward faster than anyone had anticipated, like a drop of thick ink falling into still water, visibly staining everything around it.
Bibi Dong sat on her throne without moving.
The dark purple radiance had completely enveloped the space around her, weaving a constantly flowing net about her body, every strand of light vibrating at a different frequency.
Bibi Dong could feel the power within her pouring outward in an unprecedented way. The core of the Rakshasa Divine Seat, which she had once needed to repeatedly marshal her power to reach, was now merging with her soul almost of its own accord.
She knew her ascension to godhood was nearing its end.
The door to the Rakshasa Divine Seat was opening for her.
Meanwhile, deep within the Worship Hall, Qian Renxue was regulating her breathing with her eyes closed in a space suffused with golden light.
When that dark purple radiance rose from the direction of the Pope Palace, her eyes snapped open.
She could sense the resentment within that power. Unlike the gentle warmth of spring sunshine that had accompanied Eva's ascension, it had the texture of stagnant water left to fester for far too long.
Qian Renxue rose, six golden wings silently unfurling behind her.
In the next instant, she vanished from the depths of the Worship Hall. When she reappeared,