The arrival of Korea's God Kingdom brought an entirely different aura.
Unlike the crude ferocity of the Black Wind Bandit God Kingdom, this divine city, though equally immense, exuded a deliberately cultivated sense of "holiness" and "antiquity."
Its walls were carved with many obscure, incomprehensible runes and oddly posed divine statues. Most of the statues held pottery jars, their expressions haughty.
"Korea?" The Old Drunkard narrowed his eyes, studying the divine city. "Tsk, tsk, you don't often see such a peculiar God Kingdom. But that flag... grinning like an idiot while holding a pottery jar? What's that supposed to be?"
"It's the totem of their 'state religion,'" Yun Che explained. "They're famous throughout the world for their various kinds of kimchi. In truth, even that little bit of know-how was merely learned from another ancient nation."
"Rumor has it that they worship a deity called the 'Jar God' and believe everything in the world was born from 'jars.' Even the foundation of their God Kingdom is connected to this special 'Spirit Jar.'"
"A Spirit Jar?" Ye Qingshuang raised her brows slightly, her gaze settling on the enormous phantom pottery jar that towered into the clouds at the center of the divine city. The phantom emanated powerful fluctuations of faith and was clearly the core of the entire God Kingdom. "Somewhat interesting."
Just then, an arrogant voice boomed from Korea's divine city like a great bell, reverberating through the skies. It pierced straight through the Azure Luan Glazed Light God Kingdom's defensive barrier and reached everyone's ears clearly.
"Aish, you lowly God Kingdom, submit at once! I am Jin Dachui, ruler of the Spirit Jar God Kingdom! Everything in your God Kingdom, including your land, believers, resources, and even your Godheads, will become spoils of war for our Spirit Jar God