At that thought, Huo Yuhao simply gave up on trying to contact Rong Nianbing. Leaving aside the fact that he had no idea where the Emotion God's temple was, even if he did, every temple in the God Realm was separated by immense distances. With time flowing over three hundred times faster, there was no way Huo Yuhao could make it there.
All he could do now was hope that the Angel God Temple contained sufficiently valuable information—and that no one was guarding it.
His divine sense finally reached the vicinity of the Angel God Temple and hovered near the Relief Wall.
Huo Yuhao studied the reflected image of that magnificent, towering wall. Only when he looked at it closely did he realize that the relief patterns on its surface seemed to possess lives of their own, slowly shifting in form.
Huo Yuhao examined it with utmost care.
In a daze, he felt that the patterns on the relief seemed just a tiny bit familiar.
It felt as though he had seen them somewhere before.
But in the next moment, that faint sense of familiarity was swiftly washed away.
Because he discovered that no matter how hard he tried to observe it, he could not make out what kind of image this ornate relief had carved into it.
It was a strange feeling, difficult to put into words.
It was like knowing what every single stroke was, yet being unable to understand what they depicted once they were put together.
He tentatively separated a wisp of power and sent it into the temple, but it was swiftly intercepted and dissipated without a trace.
Huo Yuhao immediately frowned. Although the Angel God Temple was ownerless, its Defense System was still active.
Just as Huo Yuhao anxiously scratched his head, helplessly blocked