"What is this thing?" the God of Gray Mist asked the others.
"I don't know, but if these cities have something to do with entering the protective array, then I'm afraid this is it!" The God of Hunting shook his head.
The few of them immediately approached step by step.
Soon, they arrived before the floating, pure-white stone stele, and at that moment, the stele's specific details were displayed even more clearly before everyone's eyes.
The stele was engraved all over with profound, complex inscriptions, and as it hovered, those inscriptions continuously spilled white light.
"Such pure divine power!" The few gods sensed it briefly, and their eyes immediately lit up.
Because they had already sensed pure divine power from the stone stele—the kind of power that only the Creator God could possess.
Even so, however, everyone still did not know what this stone stele represented.
"Gods, look at the pattern on this platform!"
While the God of Hunting and the others were all fully focused on the stone stele above, Nalant discovered something unusual on the platform below.
The platform below was likewise engraved with patterns, which should be a simplified map.
On this map, there was a tall peak, and atop the peak stood a majestic palace.
And in front of that mountain peak, there were twelve cities standing as a guard around it.
"Huh, this pattern... Could the one on that mountain peak be the Creator God's Temple?" The few gods naturally were not fools either.
With Nalant's reminder, once they saw the pattern below that clearly resembled a map, they immediately had a conjecture.
"That's right, it's very likely the Creator God's Temple. Look at these twelve cities—they must correspond to the cities we currently occupy!"
The God of Tides' eyes immediately shone.
"Look, there's a