As darkness fully enveloped the surroundings, John felt the temperature around him begin to change subtly.
The air seemed to be filled with something indescribable, yet distinctly elusive.
If it weren't for his already high mind power, he might not have noticed this faint alteration in the atmosphere.
The High Priest spoke incomprehensible words from the platform above, and due to the environment, many echoes resonated around.
It was as if countless voices were continuously arising, endlessly chanting.
John suddenly felt an intense headache; it was as if he was hearing countless whispers again, which had been incessantly echoing in his ears for days, almost driving him to the brink of collapse.
These sounds were like chants whispering in his ears, which he greatly resisted, yet he had no choice but to endure forcibly.
This world belongs to the great deity.
Everything you have now is because of the deity's mercy towards you.
