Vatican, the Prophet's Land, a pure land where Divine Beings slumbered, was extraordinarily vast—far larger than the nominal little patch of land in the mortal world, boundless and endless.
Here, towering Divine Mountains rose and fell, wreathed in streams of Holy Radiance. Angels sang hymns, exotic flowers bloomed, ancient medicinal herbs grew upon cliff faces, and Pureblood Unicorns roamed the forests.
This was a peaceful ancient cultivation ground. Aside from cultivators, one could also see Elves, Giants, and all manner of rare magical beasts that had long since gone extinct in ancient times. A savage prehistoric aura rushed forth.
In the distance lay a deep Dragon Pool, while Waterfalls plunged from heights of tens of thousands of feet. Dozens of enormous mountains stood out most prominently, each inscribed with the Dao marks of heaven and earth, utterly extraordinary.
Upon every mountain stood a magnificent holy hall, grand and imposing. Whether its foundation stones, roof tiles, or wooden pillars, all dated back to ancient times and had endured through the ages.
This place evoked a sense of grandeur and antiquity. Though the years changed and eras shifted, it had remained unchanged since time immemorial, sacred and majestic.
Not everyone could set foot in this place. Even among cultivators of the Western Lands, few were fortunate enough to enter this ancient cultivation ground and cultivate here.
Rumble...
That morning, at the center of Vatican, atop its highest and most majestic Divine Mountain, two beautiful Angels with divine wings pushed open the grand palace, opening the sacred gates of the center of power.
At the center of the sacred gates stood a stone chair engraved with a cross, ancient and weathered.
Today was Vatican's important Pentecost ceremony, established in commemoration of Sage Jesus. It was generally held fifty days after Easter.
"The Pentecost