At the highest seat of the Divine Kingdom, the Bai Emperor sat upright there, and Power of Faith, solid as if made manifest, surged in from all directions, continuously pouring into his body.
The injuries he had suffered in the Netherworld were now, under the replenishment of faith, slowly recovering bit by bit.
But this process of recovery was slow.
To truly make a complete recovery, it would take at least a hundred years.
"I absolutely cannot allow the Zhongshan Clan to give rise to a Divine Lord. Otherwise, with the might of that Peerless Dao Arms, if a Divine Lord were to wield it—"
While drawing on faith to heal, he was also thinking of other matters.
There was no doubt.
The Zhongshan Divine Clan of the past had been like a centipede that would not stiffen even in death; though now fallen to the level of a clan, its foundations were still incomparably formidable.
At the moment.
