Sacred Land

"Yes! Your Eminence!"

Cecil walked forward slowly until he reached the gates of the temple.

He liked looking down from here. This was the highest point in the entire Hemel Plane.

As a divine son on earth, his strength was naturally formidable, comparable to those in the Spirit Realm who had only just become Legends.

In the Hemel Plane, his strength was considered powerful as well, enough to rival a demigod.

Standing at the temple gates, Cecil looked down and saw the temple city below.

This sacred land of the Radiant Kingdom, where members of the royal family and countless clergy lived.

Cecil's gaze continued downward, falling upon a winding mountain stairway.

There were many pilgrims here. Some wore magnificent robes, but naturally, even more were raggedly dressed.

Bearing lofty faith, these pilgrims wished to climb the highest peak of the Hemel Plane.

Only here could they, the believers, come closest to the God of Radiance they worshipped.

The mountain peak towered into the sky, growing colder the higher one climbed, with icy gales sweeping past from time to time.

Not every believer could make it to the end on their own and climb into this holy city.

Many believers died forever along the way, some even blown off the cliffs by the freezing winds.

Yet none of the believers harbored resentment because of this. In their hearts, this was a trial from the gods.

After successfully reaching the summit, their souls would receive a lofty cleansing. Mortal believers who managed the climb were almost all devout followers of the God of Radiance.

They were important assets of the God of Radiance, and they would be treated well.

As for those believers who died along the way, they would be casually thrown off the mountain path, their bodies returned to