‘The disciples of the Yang Clan have been handling matters well over the past few months. Although the power of faith isn’t completely pure, and the specific amounts vary, it's still incredible. When you add all the thousands of streams together, it can fill my nascent divinity within moments.’

As the dazzling streams of faith poured through the void and into him, a nascent divinity true flame appeared within his cultivation base.

It was none other than the Flame of Hope. With the power of faith he was gathering, it had entered a new state, as had the Wheel of Fate.

The Wheel of Fate was currently illusory, and it required huge amounts of faith and destiny to operate properly. The true and real Wheel of Fate would be many hundreds of times more powerful, perhaps even a thousand. Unfortunately, such changes could not occur overnight.

But with the faith from the thousands of planetary systems he now had access to, Yang Qi was still making progress. Both his clone and his true self became wrapped up in passing on daoist techniques to their subordinates,...