Lin Qi rose to his feet, turned, and entered the passageway of the Inheritance Temple. Avoiding the warning magic arrays, he stepped in front of the group. Their leader was a handsome young man clad in a mysterious dark-purple robe embroidered with pale silver celestial stars. Beside him stood over twenty guards radiating faint divine might, clad in fully enclosed silver heavy armor.
Standing behind the young man, cautious and reverent, were three elderly men in purple robes, their hair and beards both silvery white. They were merely lower-tier demigods, their blood and vital energy withered and depleted, clearly not long for this world.
In Lin Qi's vision, the essence and blood throughout the three old men's bodies had nearly run dry. Only within their skulls did clusters of pure faith power shine like suns. Their faith power had already condensed into substance; if their heads were split open, one would obtain three faith crystals astonishing in both size and quality.
What especially surprised Lin Qi was that within each of the three elders' faith crystals, a tiny, constantly rotating nebula had already formed. Specks of dark-silver light continuously streamed in from all directions and were absorbed by those nebulas, steadily making the elders' faith crystals stronger.
Clearly, although these three elders were weak, their faith was on the verge of condensing into laws. They were three devout saints. Compared with the sort of saint Wan En Longshan had once impersonated—one who showered people with gold notes every day—these were true believers.
"I am Lin Qi, subordinate god of Mu Wei, the Goddess of War. I inherited the divine offices of Scarlet Wrath and Roaring Thunder, so you may call me Scarlet Thunder." Lin Qi bowed to the young man in purple robes. "May I ask which esteemed deity you