Wherever the light passed, even the dust in the air was purified, and all darkness, filth, and violence instantly disappeared.
The entire hall was illuminated by the holy sun, making it as bright as day. Every corner was filled with holy light. Being in it felt as if one’s soul had been cleansed, and all the distracting thoughts, hatred, and unwillingness in the heart were temporarily suppressed.
This place was the most sacred place in the hearts of cultivators on the Fourteenth Heaven of the Holy Light Realm, a holy land that countless people yearned to worship once in their lifetime.
Currently, the temple head, Shen Tong, was standing in a magnificent hall that was admired by many people.
His figure looked extremely small and pitiful in the vast and majestic hall.
Once upon a time, he was a mighty lord that rivaled the Divine Hall, possessing a Divine Hall foundation that was tens of thousands of years old, with countless mighty warriors under his command, tens of thousands of elite disciples, and followers spread across every corner of the Fourteen Heavens.
At that time, he was full of enthusiasm and looked down on everyone else. With one tip of his scepter, he can change the world and make all powers submit to him.
Let alone ordinary powerful clans, even other top powers would be extremely cautious in front of him and would not dare to show the slightest disrespect.
At that time, how could the supernatural powers take the temple seriously?
In his mind, the temple was just a bunch of old fashioned people who stuck to tradition and had no ambition. They claimed to be the orthodox lineage of the gods just because they occupied the Holy Light Peak. In reality, they were content with their corner of the world, not daring to participate in the conflicts of the outside world, and simply hiding in the Holy Light Realm to earn a living.
He even openly mocked the Divine Hall on numerous occasions, in front of many divine cultivators.
They said that the temple “only has a name, occupies a holy place but does nothing.”
They said that the people in the Divine Hall were “nothing more than cowards hiding in the Holy Land of Light, clinging to life.”
They said that the temple was not worthy of being called a holy place, let alone bearing the name of an orthodox divine race.
Those words, each resounding and disturbing, echoed throughout the Fourteen Heavens. Everyone knew that the Temple Master, Shen Tong, was the archenemy of the Divine Hall, regarding him as their greatest opponent and a source of ridicule.
Back then, he never imagined that one day he would fall into such a difficult situation.
But now
Everything has changed.
Shen Tong lowered his head slightly, his gaze did not fall on the throne, nor on the temple elders, but only glanced slowly behind him from the corner of his eye.
There stood more than two hundred temple disciples.
They had long lost the prestige and pride they once had as temple disciples.
They were all wearing tattered clothes, bloodstained and full of holes. Some had broken arms, some had deep wounds on their legs that exposed bones, and some were as pale as paper, clearly badly injured and barely able to stand.
Their faces no longer showed the joy they had before; instead, there was fatigue, a disheveled appearance, sadness, and a hint of barely concealed fear and unease.
Looking at the two hundred disciples, Shen Tong felt great sadness and suffering.
Long ago, he led thousands of elite troops from the temple. Every disciple is carefully selected and has extraordinary talents. As he traveled, his banner covered the sun, and his aura soared into the sky. Wherever he went, all races paid their respects. How great and glorious he is!
But now, after a big battle, the thousands of elite troops in the past were almost completely wiped out, leaving only these two hundred people behind.
These two hundred people were the last embers of the temple, the last thing left behind from its tens of thousands of years of construction.
Once he was in a very high place, revered by thousands, his word was law, and no one dared to disobey him.
But now, he had to put aside all his pride and pride, and humbly come to his former arch enemy, whom he once hated and ridiculed, to ask for protection.
From clouds to mud, from a ruler to a beggar.
This sense of loss and humiliation was a thousand times more painful than killing him directly.
He felt hatred, anger, hurt, and frustration.
However, he had to endure it.
For the last remains of the temple, and for the lives of the two hundred disciples behind him, he had to endure.
As long as they could live, as long as the trace of the temple’s bloodline could be preserved, he could let go of everything, endure any humiliation, and accept any ridicule.
Shen Tong took a deep breath, suppressed the various emotions roiling within him, and slowly raised his head. His gaze finally fell on the golden throne, made of pure gold and holy jade, located high above the main hall.
The throne was enormous and majestic, carved with the patterns of hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix and all the gods worshipped, exuding an aura of majesty that was too terrifying to look directly at.
It was not just a seat, but a symbol of power, a symbol of the divine race’s orthodoxy, and the most prestigious position in all of the Fourteen Heavens.
A figure sat upright on a throne.
FAQ Novel
Q: Where is the main hall of the shrine located?
A: The main hall is located on the peak of the Holy Light Mountain.
Q: What is the primary material used to construct the main hall?
A: The main hall is made entirely of rare holy jade.
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