Qian Yuhan: "From This Day Forward, I Am No Longer a God. I Am God's Apostle, God's Angel."

"Praise the Primordial Lord of the Root!"

"Praise the Lord Above Time! Praise the destination of fate!"

One voice after another joined in.

Those clergy members who had once stood so high above all others.

Those Temple Knight commanders who had once led thousands of troops.

Those human elites who had nearly collapsed in Eternal Night.

At this moment, they were like a flock of lost lambs that had finally found their shepherd.

They slammed their foreheads against the stone floor like madmen.

Even when they bled, they did not stop.

But that light gave no response.

It merely hovered there in silence.

Blurred and distant.

Like a shadow cast from another dimension.

Then, it began to fade.

Qian Yuhan's heart suddenly clenched.

She wanted to reach out and seize it, but her hand had barely lifted when the light vanished.

Only the stone statue remained upon the throne.

Within the hollow temple, only heavy breathing and low sobs rose and fell.

A deathly silence descended.

"No... don't go..."

Qian Yuhan's lips moved, her voice so soft that even she could barely hear it.

But she knew that the miracle had disappeared.

Just like the one a few months ago, it had come without warning and departed without warning.

The only difference was that this time, a faint layer of moonlight still lingered in the sky.

It was thin and could go out at any moment, but it was truly still there.

She raised her head and looked toward the horizon through the high window of the temple.

That faint glow hanging in Eternal Night was neither the sun nor the moon. It was the manifestation of the Silver Dragon King's true body.

She knew it.

In the direction of Star Dou Forest, where the moonlight shone brightest, was where