The chisel pierced his heart, and the Sculpting Knife scraped his bones over and over. Gao Ming looked at the gaping hole in his stomach. Every blood vessel in his body seemed to connect to a blood-red building.
"I've become Blood City? This is Blood City's perspective!"
Gao Ming had used himself for the Organ Installation of the Blood City Divine Statue. He should have been inside its stomach, yet his viewpoint rose without limit. He saw the vast rosy radiance overhead, the cultivators kneeling throughout the Seventh Floor, and the corpses casually crushed to pieces. He also saw himself, his broken body lying in the statue's stomach, amid everyone's desires.
Chanting scriptures, praying, pleading with gods, worshipping Buddhas—all those different sounds became bubbles of every color, yet they could not fill the holes in people's hearts.
More and more desires gathered. Just as desire was about to devour everything, that ever-swelling mass suddenly burst, forming a terrifying power.
Driven by desire and charged with intense longing, this power far exceeded Gao Ming's understanding. It seemed capable of turning falsehood into truth, dreams into reality!
"The power of Spirit Vision comes from desire? Is this the power of belief?"
Believing made it true. Once everyone within the Spirit Shrine believed something, it would become fact. Not a single ray of light could be seen inside this pitch-black tower anymore, so it could stand in the darkness and describe the outside world however it pleased.
The secret to becoming an immortal, the Immortal Palace overhead, the trials on every floor—everything was driven by the power of belief. Everyone's desires inflated an illusory Immortal Palace, only for that illusory palace overhead to enslave and imprison them.
Gao Ming had shaken the foundations of the Nine-Story Spirit Shrine. Streaks of spiritual light lashed