Murals of the Hidden Land of Gods

The back of Namek was dim, as always.

Even the three suns couldn't reach here, only twilight and the perpetual smell of sulfurous Qi.

The Hidden Land of Gods was hidden deep within this desolate area.

Krillin, holding Aki's hand, walked through the exposed ancient ruins.

The main structure of Aki Temple was built from an extremely rare white jade.

This jade hadn't aged despite the erosion of time. Instead, it was nourished by the surrounding high concentration of life energy, glowing with a gentle luster.

The giant mutated Hydrangea tree still stood quietly in the center of the God Temple. Its drooping purple vines resembled a luminous net, decorating this enclosed area with a bizarre, surreal beauty.

Aki walked ahead, her priestess robe woven from unknown white petals trailing in the dim light.

Her signature purple hair was casually tied back, revealing a smooth nape.

This was where they had once performed the "Sacred Baptism."

Returning to her homeland, the ancient Saintess had visibly relaxed, her steps carrying a youthful lightness.

"What you're looking for is on the lowest level," Aki turned back, her green eyes reflecting the purple light of the vines.

She extended her slender, fair fingers and tapped a stone wall covered in intricate patterns at a specific frequency seven times.

With a series of clashing and grinding sounds, the once smooth stone wall receded to both sides, revealing a dark passage sloping downwards.

The inner walls of the passage were covered in glowing blue moss. The air was a mix of stale dust and an indescribable, earthy, fishy aura.

The two descended the stone steps.

Krillin walked slowly, his gaze constantly wandering over the stone walls on either side.

Even without deliberately releasing his Martial Dao True God domain, his body's perception of the surrounding