More than ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
The refugees heading for the Dragon-Raising Temple were still increasing.
According to the Dragon-Raising Temple's secret tally, there were at least around two hundred thousand of them. And that was only the number of large refugee groups they had identified.
As for how many scattered refugees there were in total, it was impossible to count. It seemed that at every moment, new refugees were joining the migrating ranks.
Everyone in the Dragon-Raising Temple was anxious and restless. Countless meetings of all sizes had been held, yet they still had not thought of a solution.
During this period, Yuanhui's black hair had turned white. The dignified mid-grade powerhouse had nearly died of exhaustion.
"Alas!"
After yet another routine attempt to pray to and communicate with that unknown existence, only to gain nothing, Yuanhui opened her eyes, withdrew the magic power she had released, and let out a long, quiet sigh.
She gazed toward the sky. The unknown and colossal mysterious Spiritual Light remained as lofty as ever, shrouding the sky above the Dragon-Raising Temple.
Relying on her keen intuition, as well as her connection to the Spiritual Light of the Spiritual Serpents, she could sense how vast and boundless this Spiritual Light suffusing the heavens was.
It came from the same source as the Spiritual Serpents.
Yet it was entirely different.
It suffused the sky with dazzling brilliance, yet blazed with scorching heat.
It contained wind, brimmed with rain, shared a source with thunder, and stood revered alongside the world.
Yuanhui did not know what sort of existence emitted the Dragon Light suffusing the sky above the Dragon-Raising Temple. Within the entire temple, only she and Muqiao could sense it.
Perhaps Muna, who guarded the Snake Abyss, should be counted