Hope of Regaining the Light

Xia Fan leaned over the edge of the fourth-floor terrace, looking down at the pitch-black mouth of the Skywell below.

A steady drizzle was falling from the sky, while layers of gray mist piled overhead. The depths of the shaft walls were the same, with wisps of white vapor rising upward.

But it was not rain mist.

According to the Salvation Sect, temperatures beneath the Skywell sometimes rose abnormally high. Without protective gear, survival was difficult. Even under normal circumstances, bursts of hot air occasionally surged out.

That white vapor was condensed heat flow.

When he had first read the Black Gate Cult's logs, he had suspected that this rainy climate was caused by the Baiyao Mountains and had nothing to do with the "Kingdom of Heaven." Now, however, he believed that this Skywell truly possessed the power to alter the heavens.

When an engineering project reached a certain scale of magnificence, it became part of the planet itself.

"Where's Li?"

someone behind him asked.

Then a figure drew closer. It was Venerable Shengtian.

Though it was somewhat strange that she had fixed her eyes on him to ask about Li, Xia Fan answered honestly, "She went to the bathhouse with Her Highness the Princess. Before she left, she even kicked me out."

Although every house here had a shower room, the showerheads had long since deteriorated, and the Salvation Sect did not know how to repair them. Thus, a separate bathing area had been arranged. Since the envoy group was all staying together, they used the same bathhouse, and Xia Fan had naturally been ushered out.

Of course, he was not the only one who had been asked to leave.

"Is that so?" A relieved expression surfaced on the Venerable's face. "I met with His Holiness the Pope. Tomorrow,