"Writing?" Yang Qinglan perked up with interest.
She took out the Jade Cauldron, suspending it above her head, and an endless waterfall of Power of Faith poured down like a myriad of stars.
Within every star, there were masses praying and chanting, as if countless Divine Countries were worshipping her.
Yang Qinglan was the Heavenly Empress, though she didn't manage affairs or show herself, yet under Yafeiluna's management, the Six Great Stars and the Thirty-Six Strange Worlds all had her temples.
Compared to professionals like the Buddhists, she was unmatched, but... the S-rank "Faith Explosion" made her faith terrifying.
Clad in a green robe, with a cloud of fortune holding the Jade Cauldron above her head, and a Ruyi in her arms, she walked onto the Dao Platform like a Goddess, surrounded by stars.
The Power of Faith burned rapidly, and the stars evaporated, turning into fog like a dreamlike nebula.
