Along the mountain path, countless gods and beings are offering gifts to the supreme monarch.
At the edge of the sky, several vast illusions also pay homage to Mount of the Gods.
"As you can see, he is the Lord of the Divine Domain, the King of Kings."
"All things in the world should belong to him, and you are the saint spreading the gospel."
"..."
The Divine King spoke thus, exhausting all the praises he could think of at that moment.
As the sole listener, his heart swayed, Rudas at this moment could barely contain himself.
As a believer, he had imagined countless times what the deity would look like in his mind.
But humans cannot imagine something they have not encountered, so even in dreams, he had never seen such a grand spectacle.
Yet now, all of this was happening before his eyes.
"I understand."
Taking a deep breath, in a daze, looking at the scene before him, Rudas remembered the indescribable magnificent sight he vaguely saw at the time of worldly destruction.
