357: Divine Fire Refining Origin

The [Five Weapons Furnace], filled with the ocean of Power Of Faith, floated in the sky and slowly descended.

Song Zhong did not dare to relax; he reached out with his left hand and grabbed the [Great Compassion and Great Grief Rescue Banner]. He exerted force from his waist, waving the [Salvation Banner] with great power.

Each time Song Zhong waved it, countless ghosts appeared in the sky.

After eighty-one times, the sky had completely turned into darkness. The sky full of ghosts wailed, and gusts of cold wind almost froze the Ghost Country into an ice cave.

Those ghosts prostrated themselves towards Song Zhong, and threads of black Power Of Will converged behind Song Zhong, intertwining.

Those black Power Of Will were like silk threads; they seemed to adhere to a certain Law, constantly intertwining. In an instant, a black crown appeared above his head.

At the same time, black and gold interwoven patterns appeared on his black robe. Vaguely, a king's Qi emanated from Song Zhong's body.

Song Zhong slowly opened his eyes, feeling the unusual aura.

"So that's how it is?"

Song Zhong looked up into the distance. At this moment, his temperament had changed.

Originally, Song Zhong gave people a sense of oppression, but now, a few hints of majesty were added to this oppression.

"All ghosts, heed my command!"

Song Zhong's voice echoed endlessly throughout the Ghost Country. All the ghosts trembled, prostrating themselves and not daring to look up.

"Condense!"

Song Zhong uttered a single word, and an invisible Law of power filled the Ghost Country.

After the ghosts heard the word "Condense," their figures, like thick ink dropped into water, merged and converged.

The overwhelming number of ghosts just now, under the power of Song Zhong's single word, actually merged into a mass of pitch-black thick ink.

From that mass of thick ink, branches continuously grew. They shot into the sky, directly propping up the slowly descending [Five Weapons Furnace] in the air.

The overwhelming number of ghosts had now directly transformed into a support, holding up the [Five Weapons Furnace].

Song Zhong spread his hands, and vast Divine Power directly poured into the nine stone pillars surrounding the high platform.

After the stone pillars were infused with Divine Power, the patterns carved on them slowly lit up.

Upon closer inspection, these patterns were somewhat similar to the markings on the bronze coffin.

Eerie ghostly light emanated from the stone pillars. The [Nine Li Fire Seed] at the top of the stone pillars shot into the sky as if energized.

Boom, boom, boom!

Nine pillars of fire illuminated the dark Ghost Country as bright as day. Song Zhong crossed his hands, forming a hand seal. The towering pillars of fire, like living beings, flew away from the stone pillars.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Nine pillars of fire danced in the sky, like nine world-burning Fire Dragons.

"Refine!"

Song Zhong again uttered a single word. The nine Fire Dragons simultaneously flew to the bottom of the [Five Weapons Furnace] and began to smelt the ocean of Power Of Faith.

Song Zhong sat cross-legged, concentrating on controlling the Fire Dragons to refine the ocean of Power Of Faith.

The Origin of the Divine Country is essentially the condensation of Power Of Faith, but the condensation process is extraordinary, so the purity of the Divine Country's Origin is extremely high, enough to support the consumption required for the Divine Country's existence.

Without this, an awkward situation would arise.

The Divine Country would be built one day and then collapse the next.

"Gurgle, gurgle!"

A series of dense bubbles emerged on the ocean of Power Of Faith in the [Five Weapons Furnace], looking like boiling spicy soup.

The gods watching below began to discuss.

"Lord of the Divine Country uses the Ghost Country as a stove, a Divine Artifact as a furnace, and refines the ocean of Power Of Faith into the Origin of the Divine Country with the Nine Li Divine Fire. What a grand gesture, what great ambition!" Shen Tu said.

Yu Lei also praised, "Indeed, indeed, the Lord of the Divine Country's power is unparalleled. I believe it will be completed in one go and succeed quickly."

"Hahaha, after the Origin of the Divine Country is refined, you and I will both be founders of the Divine Country, founding elders and meritorious officials. This glory, no one can take it away, hahaha..." Demon Star Hou Qing laughed up to the sky.

"That's right, with all the preparations Lord of the Divine Country has led us to make, there's no possibility of failure," Silver Spirit echoed.

The blazing Nine Li Divine Fire burned, and the height of the ocean of Power Of Faith within the [Five Weapons Furnace] was gradually decreasing...

Shangjing City, Night Watcher Headquarters.

At this moment, the Mask Squad looked at the perfectly intact Wang Mian, each with an excited expression.

"That's great, Captain, where have you been these past few days?" Whirlpool asked.

"Oh, Whirlpool, don't ask so many questions. The Captain isn't feeling well; let him rest first."

Wang Mian looked at his team members, his joy evident in his eyes.

After obtaining the hilt of [Yi Yuan]'s blade, he glimpsed a corner of the future.

In the original timeline, his squad had all perished in the fishing village.

But all of this had been changed. In any case, everyone being safe was more important than anything, and he himself had let go of his burden and could go all out.

"Haha, don't worry, I'm in great condition now," Wang Mian said. "I have some things to report to Commander Zuo. You all wait for me here first."

When the Mask Squad members heard Wang Mian say this, they cleared a path.

Wang Mian walked into the Night Watcher's office building and, familiar with the way, arrived at Zuo Qing's office.

Zuo Qing already knew about Wang Mian's return and was sitting in his office at that moment.

"Report!"

"Come in."

After receiving Zuo Qing's permission, Wang Mian walked into the office.

He saluted Zuo Qing and said, "Commander, I apologize for making you worry."

Immediately, Wang Mian told Zuo Qing everything that had happened since his disappearance.

After listening, Zuo Qing nodded thoughtfully and said, "So it was the [Spy Master]. No wonder the surveillance cameras couldn't capture you leaving."

"Indeed, those surveillance cameras were tampered with by the Spy Master," Wang Mian said. "But fortunately, the Spy Master is a follower of Michael, and our positions are the same."

Zuo Qing looked at Wang Mian and said seriously, "So, have you made your decision?"

Wang Mian knew what Zuo Qing meant. He said solemnly, "I must do this. The future is now completely unknown. I must do my best to win this war for humanity."

"Since you've made your decision, I won't say any official platitudes. Wang Mian, have a safe journey."

Wang Mian smiled slightly, "Thank you, Commander."

Watching Wang Mian's retreating figure as he left the office, Zuo Qing sat in his chair and sighed wearily.

"Perhaps the era of change has truly arrived. One after another, they don't let me rest easy..."

Zuo Qing took out a document from his drawer and began to read it page by page.

The document clearly contained intelligence about the Reserve Squad's journey to the Kunlun Mountains.