Temple
The choice between the temple and the young Feathered Serpent God was an easy one.
As long as Kukulkan was safe, the temple could always be rebuilt, even if it was destroyed.
Ultimately, the Kakaya tribe protected Kukulkan, the Feathered Serpent God—not the temple, which was merely a lifeless structure.
"Then, Professor Yamada, be my guest!"
Li Bai cared about the enormous rock beneath their feet, not the buildings on top of it.
The temple had been built from the rock itself; it could even be considered part of the rock formation.
Compared to the enormous rock, however, the temple was insignificant.
Atop the rock, wisps of mist curled through the air, faintly resembling a vortex.
This mist was entirely different from the water vapor commonly found in tropical rainforests. It was formed from highly concentrated spiritual energy, and the area it covered had reached the level of a true Blessed Land—one even a little superior to Little Demoness Hong Li's Li Pearl Space.
Even practitioners of the Art Way from another world would spare no expense to claim a place like this for themselves.
To Li Bai, the enormous rock was far more valuable than the Tanzanite discovered on the African Continent.
The Glazed Heart had mapped it out completely. In truth, there was nothing unusual about the rock itself; there wasn't even a trace of Spirit Crystals inside it.
As for how it differed from ordinary stone, its composition was uniform throughout and its texture exceptionally fine. If it weren't such an unremarkable, grayish color, like limestone, a brighter hue or even the slightest translucence might have made it pass for jade.
And yet this unremarkable stone gave off a faint, active spiritual energy. Over time, it had made the spiritual energy in the Meteorite Crater extremely