"In this Age of Awakening, psychic power reigns supreme. Awakened or ordinary, everyone is sinking into the boundless sea of psychic forces: greed, desire, kindness, evil, and many more.
And I shall wield psychic power in this Age of Awakening and ascend to godhood."
Xiao Sheng sat at ease aboard his flying craft, one arm around a stunning goddess who had stepped out of a dream, the other holding a cup of peerless wine. He drained it in one gulp. His brows were like swords, his eyes like stars, and his bearing utterly captivating.
Before him, the most powerful figures from the great nations of Blue Star nodded along in trembling agreement.
Suddenly, Xiao Sheng's expression changed dramatically as a million mud horses galloped through his mind.
"Damn it! Who told you to broadcast this to the whole world?!"
At that moment, a colossal tide of psychic power surged toward Xiao Sheng, ignoring the distance between them, overwhelming and unstoppable!
It was the manifested psychic power of the billions of people on Blue Star watching the global broadcast!
Xiao Sheng pressed a hand to his forehead, his head throbbing.
An exquisitely intricate pattern took shape between his brows. Behind him, a massive pair of pure white wings slowly appeared, and his rank reached the limit this world could bear in a remarkably short time!
Holding down his throbbing temples, he tried again and again to suppress it, but in the end he couldn't hold back his deep, apocalyptic divine voice:
"Damn it, I just wanted to show off! I never meant to become a god!"
