The white-robed figure looked toward the very front.
There stood a gigantic angel statue, a hundred meters tall.
The statue was exquisitely sculpted, its head slightly bowed, its face tranquil and holy.
Her eyes seemed to hold endless compassion and wisdom, as though they could see through all the suffering and hope in the world.
Twelve wings spread from the angel statue's back, their snow-white feathers slightly unfurled behind her. Every single feather was lifelike.
It seemed as if they could beat at any moment and stir up a fierce hurricane.
Suddenly, a beam of golden light poured down through the glazed dome at the upper left of the holy hall, draping the statue in a sacred radiance.
Immediately after, an illusory figure emerged over the statue's surface, identical to the angel statue.
This figure seemed to be light itself, representing all hope and beauty in the world.
That ethereal gaze lowered and fell upon the white-robed figure below.
A voice, like the soft chime of silver bells, rang out.
"I have sensed the aura of the Serpent of Destruction. Xizhong Si, my Apostle, I require your aid. Go purify it! This item will help you find its location!"
As the words fell, a glimmer of light descended.
The white-robed man kneeling on the ground lowered his head slightly and answered with reverence and devotion.
"Xizhong Si shall obey the divine oracle. I will give my all and not fail this mission!"
As Xizhong Si's words faded, the golden radiance that had enveloped the entire statue gradually dimmed and withdrew.
He raised his face, revealing stern, sculpted features.
His nose was high, his eyes deep-set, and his skin so pale it was nearly translucent, as though it could emit a faint glow.
His brilliant golden hair cascaded over his shoulders