Temple.
Huo Ling entered the temple, looking at the murals around him and the scenes painted across the lofty dome overhead.
This was the story of how Li Yi, the God of Twilight, had climbed step by step until he finally became a god.
It was not only Li Yi's story. Many of the paintings depicted the tales of some powerful temple warrior.
Some told of believers placing their faith in Li Yi.
But Li Yi had only ascended to godhood a few years ago. How could he possibly have such a wealth of experiences?
All of it was fake, every last bit of it a polished illusion.
Who said gods could not fabricate? Who said gods could not disguise themselves?
Li Yi might have only just begun being a god, but he had long since lost count of how many gods he had killed—true gods and lesser gods alike.
He did not have much experience being a god, but he had plenty of experience slaughtering them.
Huo Ling walked to the throne at the very front of the temple. Behind it stood a towering statue of a warrior whose features could not be made out.
This was the divine statue of Li Yi, the God of Twilight.
The moment Huo Ling looked at it, he sensed Li Yi's gaze within the statue.
That old bastard was currently like some peeping tom. Unable to leave his divine kingdom, he was crazily using his statues to spy everywhere.
Huo Ling sat upon the throne and looked down.
The Church of Li Yi, the God of Twilight.
Although He had only just ascended to godhood, the church already possessed every institution and holy canon it could possibly need.
After all, many gods had taught Him everything they knew, and His faith had