Within the enormous underground space stood more than a dozen Divine Statues of the Heaven Temple gods in a row. Ye Zhen knew the statue enshrined slightly left of center only too well.
The one enshrined in the center was the Sun Moon Dao Ancestor of the Heaven Temple's Sun Moon Heaven. The statue below it on the right was one Ye Zhen knew even better.
Back on the True Profound Continent, Ye Zhen had bowed before the Divine Statue of the Sun Moon Divine Lord many times. He did not recognize the other dozen or so statues, but he could be certain that all the Divine Statues worshipped here belonged to the Heaven Temple's Sun Moon Heaven lineage.
At this moment, more than fifty thousand borderfolk were kneeling there devoutly, chanting the Heaven Temple Sun Moon Heaven's blessing scriptures.
Several hundred Heaven Temple disciples slowly struck drums, bells, chimes, and other instruments of all kinds. Their sounds mingled together, each note piercing straight into the deepest recesses of the heart, making the borderfolk's gazes ever more devout and their expressions ever more focused.
Yet despite how effortless they appeared, every strike seemed to drain those several hundred Heaven Temple disciples immensely. Their foreheads were beaded with fine sweat.
"Sun Moon Divine Might, unmatched beneath the heavens... May the Dao Ancestor's grace bless us; may the Sun Moon Divine Might protect this disciple from the sea of suffering, free from sickness and calamity, with peerless fortune and longevity..."
The droning chant continued, over and over without end.
Ordinarily, such repetition should have been unbearably noisy. More than fifty thousand people were chanting, with more constantly entering and joining them. Yet to the ear, it carried a strange rhythm, incomparably pleasing, instinctively stirring the urge to chant along with them.
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