A powerful spiritual pressure enveloped everyone.
The projection of the God of Machinery unfolding before them was an exceptionally unique presence, unlike any divine spirits Su Ziyu had encountered before. The divine spirits of the Dark Soul Plane were embodied beings, similar to those of the Olympian Pantheon and the Nordic Pantheon. However, the God of Machinery seemed to be a kind of consciousness, not an independent life form but a collective incarnation.
Cold mechanical pupils slowly opened.
As Su Ziyu laid eyes on it, it also gazed back at him. This wasn't his first time looking directly at a divine spirit, but this occasion felt entirely different, as he witnessed endless streams of data in his mind — knowledge that flashed by quickly. It seemed as if the eyes of the God of Machinery held boundless knowledge, knowledge that could be directly shared with its followers.
— "Do not gaze upon the God!"
