With time to spare, Gu Shen wandered around the City of Light several times disguised as Lu Shi.
This was a city of faith, more grandiose and imposing than the Southern Continent's Holy City. Shrines were everywhere in the urban districts, and adults and children alike were devout believers.
The Church of Light advocated "order."
There were no fights, brawls, robberies, or riots within their districts.
Peace reigned.
The visiting delegations, along with those scattered transcendental beings, were politely invited by the church to the main urban area managed by the temple.
"There really is no chaos in the City of Light; that's no idle rumor."
Gu Shen felt a stirring of emotion deep within his heart.
This city presented a very favorable impression, and even though he was an "enemy" of the Church of Light, he had to admit this fact.
"Many years ago, the City of Light was a 'residence' that countless people dreamed of."
Chu Ling said, "During the Fa Hong War, many people from the Northern Continent wanted to come here and settle down... Compared to the cold and war-torn borderlands, this place was warmer and more peaceful."
"Indeed... It is said that Mr. Gu Changzhi once cultivated here back in the day."
Gu Shen looked at the magnificent streets, arched rooftops, recessed statues, and those believers clad in white robes. Even he, the King of the Underworld, felt a trace of warmth welling up in the lake of his heart on this quiet afternoon.
He reached out and touched the third letter nestled against his chest.
Years ago, right before Mr. Gu Changzhi passed away, his final wish was to deliver three letters to the three people in this world he cared for the most.
Now, only the God of Light's Throne remained.
Mr. Gu