After checking his physical condition and the state of his storage space, Hao Ren decided to explore the temple first.
Of course, he was even more worried about where Lily had run off to—but before that, he had to figure out what kind of place this was. Judging from all the details, he was certain he was no longer in outer space. So where exactly was this temple?
He first examined the stone pillars inside the temple and the sculptures between them. All of them had suffered severe damage. Temples built by mortals could not compare to the true divine halls on the Founding Star. These once-sturdy megaliths had been weathered beyond recognition over countless centuries. The carvings on every pillar had been completely worn away, while most of the sculptures of heroes and great men had been reduced to little more than pedestals. Hao Ren stopped in front of a sculpture that was barely intact. It depicted a warrior clad in armor, leaning on a longsword and facing the center of the temple with his head slightly raised. His gaze was fixed on the empty space above the hall. Considering that the other half of the temple had been split away, that should have been where the suspended pulpit was.
The pulpit represented the voice of the gods, so these sculptures probably represented the greatest holy warriors in history—or something similar. Hao Ren reasoned this out with his half-baked logic as a divine worker.
Aside from the sculptures and stone pillars, there was nothing else noteworthy on the temple's lower level. Hao Ren made two fruitless rounds before finally reaching the temple's main entrance.
After stepping over the remains of a collapsed, splintered wooden door, he saw the landscape outside the temple. He had already made countless guesses and