(P.S.: Update before 6 p.m. tonight.)
"Zhou Ruoyu prays here with utmost sincerity. Please let the Upper Realm God descend upon this world and protect the bloodline of us humans. Our race is willing to offer everything we have and serve the great god."
Inside a palace, a beautiful priestess wearing a silver-white Warlock robe lay prostrate atop an altar. Her hair fell to her shoulders, her skin was white as jade and seemed to radiate a precious glow, while her peerlessly beautiful face could topple kingdoms. She kowtowed again and again, blood flowing from her delicate forehead and sinking into the altar.
At the center of the altar stood a statue. It was filled with an ancient, mysterious aura, yet it had no face. Its body was covered in bronze rust, remaining motionless and indifferent, with no extraordinary power emanating from it.
"Big Sister, stop begging. Our race has served this statue for tens of thousands of years. This statue, which was said to communicate with the Upper Realm God and protect the bloodline of humanity, has never shown the slightest response. We have prayed to it for tens of thousands of years, and it has remained silent for tens of thousands of years. Why should we serve such unresponsive junk?"
A lovely young girl with long black hair, around thirteen or fourteen years old and still carrying a trace of childishness on her face, glared at the statue and spoke bitterly.
Zhou Ruoyu raised her head, casually wiped the blood from her forehead, and sighed softly. "Ruoling, do not be disrespectful to the gods."
Only then did Zhou Ruoling fall silent, though she continued glaring furiously at the statue with puffed cheeks, clearly unconvinced.
"Although I also know this may be useless, it is already humanity's final hope.