Xu Kun nodded without the slightest hesitation. He walked beneath the jade pillar, sat down cross-legged, and could not help looking at Chang Geng.
Chang Geng looked at him and smiled. "You really do resemble him."
"Resemble who?"
"That monkey."
"A monkey?"
"You should call him Senior Brother."
"Douzhan Martial Saint?"
Chang Geng nodded and waved a hand. Two cups of fragrant tea appeared.
"Please."
Xu Kun suspiciously lifted the teacup and gulped it down without savoring it. "Old Angel, do you have some connection with my senior brother?"
Chang Geng set down his cup. "Not a connection from this life, but one from the previous life of the divine position I inherited."
Xu Kun looked bewildered.
"No rush. Let me explain it all to you."
"This place is the holy land of our heavenly kingdom. When you arrived, you must have already seen the thirty-six holy pillars standing here."
"Each holy pillar represents the inheritance of a god," Chang Geng said astonishingly.
Xu Kun's pupils shrank slightly, but he did not appear overly shocked.
Because when he saw Zhan Rourou standing before two holy pillars, he had already anticipated it.
"These Thirty-Six Holy Pillars originally represented thirty-six true gods once left behind by our Angel Race, including Gar and Mona. However..."
"However what?"
Chang Geng smiled faintly. "Some of the former holy pillars returned to dust and earth along with the complete demise of the ancient gods."
Xu Kun frowned. "But aren't they still standing now?"
Chang Geng nodded. "Exactly. But most of the holy pillars here were later replacements, including the one I reside in!"
Replacements?
The Angel Race could not be without the protection of gods. Its importance surpassed even that of the Lord we worshipped—of course, that was only true in this era.
Xu Kun seemed