章節 1611: A Prayer

Varian mediated, emptying his mind and letting his consciousness just sit in the void of nothingness.

There was no thought, no emotion, no impulse.

Everything turned into nothing.

Then, his consciousness slowly reeled back, sensing his origin which existed in multiple avenues on the divine paths.

Next was the power of the slivers that existed deep inside him, intertwining with his origins themselves.

Finally, the divine powers themselves, that exerted themselves into the real world through aura.

When he's about to open his eyes, however, something caught his attention.

A small golden thread, weaving into itself and unfolding, breaking into little pieces before coming together, over and over and over.

It was a power that didn't come from any of the divine paths or the pair of slivers.

The golden thread was slowly growing. The only thing it seemed capable of was 'nourishing'.

But the power was familiar.