The Fire Master stood at the boundary of the control area of the Soul Light Cathedral, feeling the praise around him raging like mountains and seas, his whole body feeling ecstatic.
If the Midnight Cemetery Plane succeeds, and he secures the position of the Saint Heir of the Peaceful Sect, he will not only be worshipped by millions in this plane but also across countless planes of the Desolate Realm, revered by all followers of the Peaceful Sect.
This is faith, this is control.
If it weren't for the need to maintain the Pope's dignity due to the many followers around, he would have already hummed in pleasure.
All this was thanks to Luz and others.
It was they who came to him voluntarily, revealing everything Mickael I had done back then, that made Fire Master realize that despair and suffering are the source of faith.
