The moment the Ancient God broke free, a magnificent chorus suddenly erupted as if myriads of choirs were chanting in unison, yet there wasn't a single living person here.
"It's the Power of Faith!" Xu Yi suddenly realized, the voices he heard were all emanating from the overflow of the Power of Faith.
He had once possessed faith, but compared to this immense faith before him, it was like the difference between the bright moon and a firefly.
The God capable of possessing such enormous Power of Faith, in today's world, there was only one.
Holy light descended from the sky, within which a giant golden cross faintly emerged, Jesus in a white robe slowly descended, behind His head was a massive halo of white light, the thick Power of Faith drifting out.
Besides Jesus, eight other beings descended as well, no, to be precise, eight deities.
Their appearances and attire varied, but they shared one thing in common, each harbored great Divine Power within.