In Qin Ming's pupils, Tao Patterns intertwined as he quietly watched the "grand spectacle" before him.
If not for his strong heart, he really would have been scared silly.
The whole mountain and wilderness were filled with "Outer Gods," densely packed in swarms and sheets, all coming to pay homage.
Originally, it was supposed to be him preparing to break through, to See God on Feixian Mountain.
But now everything had been reversed; he no longer needed to seek the God—myriad gods came of their own accord to pay court to him.
Especially underground, where countless light points were drawing near: some faint like fireflies, some brilliant like the stars, and amid them, there was no lack of full moons and Fierce Suns.
Such a grand occasion made Qin Ming's expression grow solemn, as if some vast underground Immortal Dynasty were reviving, ten thousand Divine Spirits opening their eyes from slumber and all bowing their heads to kowtow in unison.
