He slowly stepped through the gate.
The passage between the two worlds was like rippling water, sending out waves of ripples after Chu An entered.
Every step felt as if he were walking into a viscous swamp.
A few minutes later, Chu An successfully passed through the gate and stepped onto land paved with stone bricks.
Standing where they were, the two exchanged glances and nodded in greeting.
Looking at the temple-like building in the distance, Chu An only briefly surveyed his surroundings. His face was as expressionless as a playing card, and he seemed unsurprised by the scene here.
The temple was enormous, and its towering dome was covered with brightly colored frescoes.
The bluestone-colored floor tiles and the sacred white walls gave the place an ethereal air.
Like a medieval church, the dome's paintings were done in an oil-painting style. At a glance, one could clearly see that the figure depicted in them was Lin An.
Through religious reinterpretation, scenes of Lin An's past appearances had been imbued with sacred meaning. Even the scene of Bolaka "judging" the nobles had been painted as a Miracle, occupying the highest point of the dome.
At the farthest end stood four enormous stone statues.
The central stone statue depicted Lin An with his arms spread wide, dressed in a White Robe and wearing a saintly smile.
On the massive altar base made of gold and gemstones, white candlelight cast his figure as exceptionally majestic and mysterious.
At a glance, it even gave off a sense of compassion.
Absurd. Bizarre.
Under the hands of devout sculptors, Lin An himself probably never would have imagined that he would be fabricated into such an image.
On either side of his enormous statue stood the giant bear, resembling a Guardian, and An JingTian holding a