Fate

The pupils of all the World Sea Realm experts constricted at once. For the first time in a long while, they all felt like leaves blowing in the wind, their individual strength and power suddenly meaning absolutely nothing in the face of the volatile cyclone of Faith. 

The momentum of this breakthrough was completely unlike the last. Breaking into the Immortal Realms had made an entire small realm come to a grinding halt. But, this time, the entirety of a large world was frozen in place. Whether it was the weakest mortal all the way up to the strongest Sky God, as long as they were in the Shrine World, they were no longer able to move. 

Ryu stood silently amidst it all, his hair fluttering wildly. His pupils were like two shimmering moons, making it impossible for anyone to meet his gaze. 

At that moment, the skies vanished. The trillions of lifeforms on the Shrine World all looked up, finding themselves in the depths of space.