Qian Renxue's fingertips brushed lightly across the cold wall as she followed the bricks beneath her feet, step by step toward the depths of the temple.
The white jade floor beneath her feet was smooth as a mirror, reflecting the shadow of the six wings behind her. The ink black at their tips had faded until it was nearly invisible.
The deeper she went, the denser the Sacred Aura in the air became, as though countless tiny points of light were circulating around her.
The depths of the temple grew increasingly spacious, yet the light grew increasingly gentle, as if invisible stars were twinkling across the dome.
Qian Renxue looked up and saw several Crystal Chains hanging from the highest part of the dome ahead.
Fine light patterns flowed along the chains, their ends vanishing into a hazy halo.
At the center of that halo, a majestic Divine Throne stood in the middle of the temple.
The Divine Throne had been carved from pure white jade, its armrests wrapped in lifelike patterns of Angel Wings.
Seated atop the Divine Throne was an Angel Statue exactly like the one in the Worship Hall.
However, this Angel Statue appeared even more lifelike, as though it would open its eyes the next moment.
Its right elbow rested lightly against the armrest of the Divine Throne, its palm naturally supporting its chin.
Those jade-carved eyes quietly gazed at the passage through which Qian Renxue had come, as though they had been waiting there for ten thousand years.
Qian Renxue's steps halted unconsciously, and her heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
As she gazed at the Angel Statue, she felt that it was like a long-lost family member she had finally reunited with.
The Sacred Aura in the air reached its peak at that moment. The