[Wait a minute!]
[Don't die.]
An old voice carried by the wind.
[You are a god, you can control a lot of things.]
A lotus that had already turned golden flew out from Shang Yanting's sleeve, an unending stream of the Power of Xiangyang rushing toward him, and he seemed to hear countless voices speaking.
"Please, Dragon God, bless me with a long life."
"Please, Dragon God, help me find my two children."
"Please, Dragon God, ensure the safety of my master and mistress in this catastrophe."
...
All kinds of prayers merged together; these are pleas, yet also faith, or perhaps... power. The power to control people's life and death, promotions and wealth, emotions and careers, everything.
So he could...
"I want to grant new life to all those who died in this catastrophe."
His words followed by deeds.
The rules of the world would serve him because of living beings' faith in him.
