The Mourning Pope began the ritual, and the entire royal city started to transform into a vessel for the Ancient God's descent. Awoken from its long slumber, the Ancient God found its power already beginning to recover and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
Not bad, the Ancient God wanted to commend the Pope like that.
Hiding in this secluded world, difficult for other Gods to find, in a distant corner of the universe where neither the forces of light nor shadow could reach, it had been silently lying in wait for so long, and had even been assisting the different countries of this world in their development during the early stages...
"The world is a vast field, only through meticulous cultivation can one finally reap a satisfying harvest. My previous efforts to transform this world were not in vain, and now it's finally a good time for the harvest...."
