As Ansel's howl, filled with extreme hatred and unwillingness, gradually faded away, silence returned to the temple.
Just as it had remained unchanged for countless millennia.
At the center of the temple, the light on the trident held by the divine statue gradually dimmed as well. It seemed to have regained its calm after losing Ansel's control.
Aivar, in the pale-blue pool before the divine statue, still had his eyes tightly shut. He slept on, seemingly completely unaware of the fierce clash that had just taken place outside.
Li Si fell silent for a moment, then let out a breath of relief.
Though he had been quite confident just now, it had ultimately been nothing more than his own speculation. There was still a chance that something unexpected could have happened.
If that had truly happened, he could only have called for Teacher Stephens.
But now, it seemed the final result was quite good.
Li Si had barely needed to act before completely destroying the remnant soul of the god Ansel, extinguishing His final hope.
Even so, Li Si's heart remained tightly clenched.
Fortunately, this Ansel had been restored from the core of the remnant soul left behind by the god Ansel. To be honest, he and the god Ansel were already two entirely different people.
If the god Ansel's divine soul had been here, Li Si would not merely have been unable to crush it. Even attacking with all his strength would probably have been no more than scratching an itch.
But if he had truly been facing the god Ansel, Li Si would have run without the slightest hesitation.
Who would be foolish enough to provoke a true god?
Li Si put away the fragment of the Storm Trident in his hand.
The fragment of the divine artifact