At this sight, God's expression turned utterly grim.
He watched that young, heroic figure within the Gods and Demons Burial Ground, his blood and qi boundless, making sweeping movements as he continually practiced the Supreme Fist Scripture.
Every move swallowed mountains and rivers in its grandeur, proclaiming his invincibility with unparalleled dominance.
The martial will that flowed naturally from him, without deliberately targeting anyone, was enough to make hearts and souls tremble.
Even unfinished, it already exuded an aura that made even him, a Great Saint only one step away from the Quasi-Emperor realm, feel his heart pound with alarm.
Before it had even been fully perfected, it already possessed such terrifying, invincible might.
If the other man achieved perfection and that Supreme Fist Art truly took shape, how fearsome would it be?
His future prospects would likely be limitless.
"No, I absolutely cannot let him achieve perfection..." God's gaze was sinister, filled with madness. "I must seize the Fusang Divine Tree!"
He made up his mind.
His aura surged, erupting with immeasurable radiance, terrifying beyond measure.
Amid a haze of light too dazzling to look at directly, a phantom of the Divine Realm appeared.
Ancient temples and majestic divine statues shone and rumbled, surging power of faith gathering there, incomparably sacred.
As though the celestial river of the nine heavens had burst its banks, endless power of faith poured ceaselessly from the direction of the Divine Realm, drawn over and channeled into the divine diagram.
"Is that... power of faith?"
Even the God Elders' expressions changed, filling with awe.
They had not expected God to be so crazed, refusing to stop until he broke this place open.
He would even expend power of faith to breach the Gods and Demons Burial Ground.
Rumble...
The divine diagram blazed with dazzling