Shawn flew along the pitted passage.
He stopped in front of the magical hall and looked up at the giant bronze statue whose head had been blasted apart, feeling a little strange.
Before reaching the Legendary realm, he might have appeared calm, but inwardly he would have been angry.
Now, however, Shawn genuinely felt indifferent as he looked at the ruined statue.
He suddenly understood why Dumbledore never cared much about empty reputation, why he could shrug off being called a crazy old man by certain reporters.
Would a god on high care about the barking of a rabid dog in the mortal world?
Of course, that depended on the person, and on the mindset and means through which they had reached the Legendary realm.
To reach the Legendary realm, one needed not only an understanding of magic beyond the limits of ordinary wizards, but also an ultimate understanding of everything in existence.
Only then could one emerge from the cocoon as a butterfly, transcend the mortal world, and truly begin the transition from "borrower" to "master."
Until one became the true master of heaven, earth, and the elements, and then a god!
Yes, only after truly reaching the Legendary realm had Shawn experienced this for himself.
Becoming a god did not necessarily require faith.
One could attain godhood purely through cultivating mastery of magic.
As for using faith to become a god, that was merely a shortcut taken when there was no other choice.
Shawn put those wandering thoughts aside and turned to look at the once-thriving Ministry of Magic. Now it was full of shattered walls and rubble, with lingering traces of blood that had yet to dry.
Apart from the wizards who had transformed into werewolves and were using their immense strength to move broken stones and