Bright Turmoil!

"My supreme Bright God, what is happening? Why... why can I see cracks on the Bright God?!" A believer's eyes widened in shock.

The other believers were equally stunned. They had all noticed a crack on the Bright God Spirit's forehead.

What were the Bright God Spirit statues?

They were statues born from heaven and earth's creation, representing light and holiness, eternal and indestructible!

How could such a statue develop cracks?

Could it be foretelling something?

Even An Bulang was dumbfounded, repeatedly thinking, No way, no way.

It was only a wish. It could not be that serious, right?

Was it not just that he wanted to surpass his father?

Why had it cracked open on the spot?!

No one knew whether it was a coincidence.

Even the hidden grand formation of the Bright God Temple began to tremble.

At that moment, inside the Bright God Temple.

Carol was shrouded in holy radiance, seated upon the Goddess Throne. Her delicate figure flickered indistinctly as though she were within a mist of light, her long, shapely legs crossed, her face clouded with worry and vexation.

Below her, several hundred high-ranking pontiffs bowed their heads in devout worship. Powerful Divine Guard captains stood solemnly at the side, their auras as vast as the sea.

Even though Carol possessed the power of the entire Ancestral Land and could command a large number of powerful experts at will, she was still driven mad by everything happening before her.

"What exactly is the situation now? Who has our Years Ancestral Land provoked? Where did so many monstrous geniuses come from?" the woman asked in a cool yet slightly irritated voice.

A Divine Guard commander with a powerful bearing stepped forward. A divine halo hung above his head, and he radiated the oppressive might of a