The vast plaza was utterly deserted. A cold wind whistled across it, bringing who knew how many withered yellow blades of grass from somewhere. Ancient round stone pillars lay toppled every which way around them, their broken surfaces densely scarred with countless sword and blade marks.
Looking at this plaza steeped in desolation and ruin, even Lin Qi could not help shivering. He muttered under his breath, "What an unpleasant place! Archbishop Mu Wei, where is this?"
Mu Wei glanced around and shrugged indifferently. "Nothing much. Too many people died in battle here, so some corpse miasma gathered here. Every year, we spend a great deal of effort purifying the air here, but after all these years, it's still like this."
Counting on her fingers for a while, Mu Wei revealed a mocking sneer. "During the Primordial Divine War, the enemies of the gods launched attack after attack here, but they left behind more than ten billion corpses in total. Great fires burned here every day, reducing mountains of bodies to ash. Yet before yesterday's corpses had been fully burned, even more fresh corpses had piled up here."
She let out a heavy breath, as if trying to expel every trace of bloodiness filling her chest, then shook her head. "Then, the various divine clans suddenly erupted into an all-out conflict over the Divine Domain. Many grievously wounded gods fell. The Ashir Divine Clan alone lost more than twenty-four thousand High-Gods in that brief year."
With a soft snort, Mu Wei smiled coldly. "But they ultimately failed. The Ashir Divine Clan won the final victory. Although that battle plunged every god of the Ashir Divine Clan into slumber, leaving them unable to open up new lands of faith elsewhere, and forced the once-mighty Ashir Divine Clan to remain confined to