The Second Heaven, Moqiulia.
There were many temples here, large and small alike, most belonging to deities of the good alignment.
The more powerful a deity was, the larger their temple tended to be.
As Huo Ling and the others flew past, Huo Ling also saw many abandoned temples. These temples, built of stone, were now utterly deserted.
Huo Ling stopped above one temple. Compared to many of the others, this one was very small.
It was like a little chapel built in the countryside. This temple had also fallen into ruin, its white stones overgrown with all kinds of green plants.
There were no longer any statues within the temple, its holy emblem had shattered, and even the temple's name had vanished without a trace.
Tiamat seemed to see Huo Ling's confusion and said, "There are many such small temples in Seven Heavens."
"Many deities are not particularly powerful, but after joining the Pantheon, they come to Seven Heavens to build temples of their own."
"Rather than developing followers, these temples serve more as places to establish a connection with Seven Heavens and the Pantheon."
Pointing at the temple, Huo Ling asked, "So this abandoned temple belongs to...?"
Tiamat smiled. "You've already guessed, haven't you?"
"Clearly, that deity fell long ago. With the deity's true body dead, naturally no one would maintain their temple in Seven Heavens."
"Judging by the state of this temple, they probably fell only within the last few centuries. Otherwise, such a small temple would have collapsed under the passage of time long ago."
Tiamat spoke at length, clearing up some of Huo Ling's doubts.
Huo Ling had already harbored some guesses, and Tiamat's words now made things clearer.
Huo Ling caught a term he cared about and asked, "The Pantheon?"
Tiamat led Huo Ling