The temple had no special decorations. Its vast, empty space made Li Si and Aivar feel insignificant.
The two of them were like two of the countless petitioners from ages past, gathered in the palace to offer their faith to a god.
At the very center of the palace stood a towering statue.
The statue depicted a handsome middle-aged man with sharp features, clad in magnificent azure armor. His right hand tightly gripped an azure trident, while his left hand was extended palm-up before him, supporting a pale blue wide-mouthed cup.
Pale blue water flowed from the cup resting upon the statue's left hand, falling from dozens of meters in the air like a dreamlike waterfall into the pool before the statue.
Astonishingly, the falling water did not splash in the slightest. It silently entered the pool without stirring a ripple, then flowed quietly out through the temple's main entrance, forming the strange stream Li Si had seen along the way.
Looking at the somewhat familiar trident in the statue's hand and its location, Li Si immediately realized its identity.
It should have been God of Storms and Thunder Ansiel.
It seemed this god, Ansiel, had belonged to the human faction.
Generally speaking, once one successfully broke through to become a god, one's life would ascend to another level and one's divine body would undergo transformation.
No matter what race or form of life one had been before, the final body would be composed of divine power and no longer bound to a fixed form. It could become anything.
However, gods generally did not alter their appearance or race after their breakthrough.
The primary reason was the need for a stable source of faith.
For example, a god of the human faction would still draw the foundation of their believers