High above the heavens.
After the Evil Gods perished, Jiang Yang pointed at the Sky Divine Throne behind him.
At Jiang Yang's will, the golden throne changed shape, becoming a small golden sun that shone over the City of Beginnings.
Golden light spilled across the land. At least in the City of Beginnings, there was a hint of sunlight bathing everything.
He glanced with satisfaction at the small sun the throne had become before him, watching the world power ripple and flow within it.
The Mayi World was not a deep-space cosmic system like Earth's, but a geocentric world.
The sun and moon were both celestial bodies that rose from the land and revolved around the world.
In Jiang Yang's view, as long as he kept slaying Evil Gods, reclaiming the world essence they had plundered and merging it into the Sky Divine Throne...
Sooner or later, this small golden sun would become a magnificent, enormous sun.
Leaving the small sun in the sky, Jiang Yang stepped down through the air.
Looking at the mortals prostrate on the ground, he waved a hand and pointed, sending another wash of golden radiance down.
The people of the City of Beginnings felt as though warmth had caressed their bodies, and many of their chronic ailments were healed.
At once.
The mortals all kowtowed again in gratitude.
Jiang Yang nodded. Looking at the respectful mortals before him, he spoke solemnly.
"The Goddess of Light, Youla, has passed away, but I will take up her scepter and her duties, and protect the Mortal Realm she loved."
"I hope that, in the history to come, you will remember this goddess, and remember all the gods and people who protected and sheltered you on this battlefield!"
"And from this day onward, I will watch over this