In Jialan City, on the square in front of the Light Church, by the time the sun was three poles high, the place was already packed to the brim.
Amid the dense crowd, there was still a two-person-wide passage left empty, leading straight from Jialan City into Qiling Square within the Church.
On both sides of the road stood the Church Guards, fully armed and on high alert.
The sudden halt of the Divine Son election yesterday did nothing to dampen people's attention and enthusiasm for it.
After a night's buffer, everyone had basically recovered from the shock brought on by yesterday's election.
Perhaps it was precisely because of such a brutal competition that people were more willing to acknowledge the strength of the Divine Son who would finally be chosen.
As the number one power on the Nine Nether Continent, utterly unshakable, the Light Church's successor naturally could not be someone an ordinary genius was fit to be.
