This was a blue-and-gold world. There was no land; above was an endless azure sky, while below lay liquid gold that seemed to boil and burn. Golden flames drifted like swimming serpents along the boundary between the golden sea and blue heavens, giving off faint hissing sounds.
At the center of space, a figure in a platinum robe floated in midair. Intricate sunwheel patterns were embroidered across the robe, their faint radiance flowing amid the halo. Behind His head, a dazzling solar disc slowly rotated, resembling both a blazing sun and a Buddhist wheel of merit.
He was the Sun God.
This was His Sunflare Divine Realm.
If Ivette had appeared here, she would have been surprised to find that compared to her grand-disciple Tertia's, the Sun God's Divine Realm looked far smaller. Its radius seemed to be less than two kilometers, while Tertia's Divine Realm had appeared, at a mere glimpse, to have a radius of at least sixty or seventy kilometers.
This was naturally a reflection of the gap in strength, but what constituted a god, and what constituted the Divine Realm, had little to do with strength itself.
Using the connection of faith to cross countless distances, the Sun God's gaze fell upon the massive silver maiden insignia in the wilderness outside Adlock. The doubt and wariness in His heart grew ever stronger.
The Sunflare Sect was not like the Academy of Truth, where Archmages were everywhere and High Mages were a dime a dozen. Here, the Pope was the sole Sacred Realm expert, while the Seven-Priest Council consisted of the only seven Archmages. Though Bishop Aikefu was merely an Intermediate Mage, he was still a highly valued pillar of the sect. Thus, when his report was submitted, even the Sun God Himself paid attention to it.