Within a certain space lay an incomparably vast world, with endless forests and mountain ranges. Clear streams converged into azure lakes, which in turn flowed into an emerald sea.
Thousands of Elven Petitioners arrived in the divine kingdom, at the foot of a mountain. An unbroken flight of stone steps climbed the heights above them, leading to the distant divine palace.
"Is this the divine kingdom our Lord has bestowed upon us?" The thousands of Elves still looked as they had in life, their souls bearing the marks of their deaths. Still incorporeal, they gazed around in astonishment.
"You fought for our god, and he shall welcome you into his kingdom." Just then, an Elven Holy Spirit approached, took out a book, and opened it. "All whose names are called shall be resurrected in the divine kingdom."
"Eleven thousand three hundred and sixty-one in total. First, Gu Manke!"
A middle-aged Elf with three clearly visible fatal wounds stepped forward and answered.
As he answered, his body rapidly solidified. Flesh swiftly formed, restoring him to the prime of his life, equivalent to a twenty-year-old human.
"Qixiu!"
Another Elf stepped forward and answered, likewise swiftly gaining a fleshly body.
Name after name was called, the voices carrying up the mountainside and into the palace.
Anion lay in slumber, his figure half-hidden amid the swirling clouds formed by the power of faith.
Suddenly, a vast white radiance blazed forth. The surging faith power was received by his godhood and continuously converted into divine power. As his divine power steadily increased, Anion finally stirred and opened his eyes.
"Have we won? It is time. I shall raise my throne on high."
With these words, an endless stream of power seeped in from the void throughout the divine kingdom. The world of the divine kingdom