August, year 10003 of the Yulan Calendar. This was a day worth remembering.
Inside the Miniature Plane, two unusual scenes lay deep within Loa's soul. In one, countless winds formed a world. That Wind Space endlessly demonstrated the birth and dissipation of wind-from nothing to something, from weak to strong, from strong to weak, from something to nothing, over and over, as though someone were playing a recording on a loop.
The other was an enormous execution platform standing in the endless void of his soul, the Nine Heavens Execution Platform. Its aura of judging and passing sentence on everything grew ever stronger, like storm clouds weighing overhead before a downpour, heavy and oppressive.
"Pop-"
It was as though a thin membrane had been pierced. The sound was faint and tiny, like a bubble bursting.
The Wind World and Nine Heavens Execution Platform deep within his soul vanished simultaneously. They did not slowly dissipate; they disappeared in an instant, as though someone had pressed the delete key. A vast space opened in Loa's consciousness, but it was not emptiness. It was a clearing-the old had gone, and the new was coming.
"It's here!"
Loa opened his eyes and looked up. He had crossed the boundary between the Saint-level Limit and godhood.
"Buzzzz-"
A tremendous power suddenly descended, striking straight into the depths of his soul. It completely enveloped the area around Loa. Even the space inside the Miniature Plane twisted, as though someone had wrung out a piece of cloth.
That power seemed to isolate Loa from the world. His entire body rose into the air, sitting cross-legged at the center of the Miniature Plane. He hovered three feet above the ground, motionless as a statue.
Loa could feel how terrifying this vast, ancient, extraordinary power was. The Elemental Laws