Holy Mountain!
Lin Qi stood before the main road leading into the Holy Mountain, his heart filled with an indescribable, peculiar sensation.
He had finally arrived here! He was finally standing outside the threshold of the gods. Many years ago, when he had huddled in the Black Abyss Divine Prison amid cold, reeking beast hides, Lin Qi had never imagined that one day he would come to the Church's headquarters and stand face-to-face with those lofty, unimaginable beings.
Though Osmanthus Tree and the others occasionally let slip words that revealed nothing but scorn and disdain for the gods, Lin Qi knew clearly in his own heart that with his current strength and authority, he could at most conduct some exchanges of interest with those powerful beings. Beyond that, he simply had no power to oppose truly mighty gods.
Even if he had used schemes and tricks to ambush a few gods, Lin Qi knew that such losses were no more than superficial wounds to any divine clan. The power of a complete divine clan was not something humans could easily fathom.
Mu Wei and Hu Xinzhu stood beside Lin Qi, all three gazing toward the mountain entrance ahead.
Beneath their feet lay a level road paved with great black stones. This avenue had been built when the Church was first established, and over countless years, no one knew how many Church clergy had passed in and out along it. The road was pieced together from stone slabs roughly a meter square, yet not a single seam could be seen. Ground down over the ages, the enormous stones had almost fused into one whole.
Several hundred meters ahead, two mountain peaks stood to the left and right, clamping the entrance to the Holy Mountain between them. These thousand-meter-tall mountains had been