It was precisely seeping out from the other's soul.
The energy emitted a faint, hazy white glow, uniquely attracting him.
However, it was too weak and somewhat easy to overlook.
In contemplation, his consciousness drifted out, trying to touch that weak energy.
The next moment, a devout prayer suddenly resounded in his mind.
"Great Your Majesty Lear, your humble subjects and devout followers pray to you."
"May your radiance eternally cover the swamp, eternally shine upon the world."
"Everyone should listen to your words, everyone should bow down at your feet."
"You are the master of the swamp, the immortal uncorroded by death, the eternal and undying light..."
"Praise you, extol you..."
Were they... praying to him, and as believers?!
Lear's heart was shaken.
Divine spirits take faith as their foundation; almost every divine spirit has a strong desire and possessiveness for believers.
