This was a hall seemingly carved from ice and jade.
Yet a dreamy chill had drifted through the entire hall for ages. On the plaza before it, countless expressionless people knelt upon the cold ground.
All of them worshipped toward the curtain at the far end of the hall.
What they worshipped was the figure sitting quietly behind the curtain!
The vast hall's doors were tightly shut. The long corridors outside bore no other color, only a deep, somber black.
Amid that profound darkness, a long table stood in the plaza before the corridors, with three black shrines quietly placed atop it.
The white jade plaques before the three shrines bore three different titles: "Sword God," "Saber God," and "Fist God."
Where was this place?
Why were there three such shrines here, and who could be called the Sword God, Saber God, and Fist God? Was this exaggerated flattery, or did it truly represent three powerful experts from the past?
Besides these three white jade plaques, two more sat farther back on the table. One was entirely blank, while the other bore only a single character—God.
God.
Among the Vassal States, there had only ever been one person who called himself a god: the God of Longevity and Immortality of Sou Shen Gong.
Could this be Sou Shen Gong?
A beastlike panting suddenly came from one of the deep corridors, followed by the gradual appearance of two figures.
One was a kind-looking middle-aged monk.
The other had sparse hair and stood over nine feet tall. His entire body radiated a savage and vicious aura, and he was extraordinarily massive and muscular. His face had completely lost the vitality a normal human should possess, leaving only the untamable ferocity of a wild beast. Rather than a man, he was more like