In the Snow Mountain Temple outside the Great Rift, Qiu Tianyu's avatar sat in the High Priest's seat, with a steaming cup of tea before him.
Qiu Tianyu was completely sunk into the sofa, dozing with narrowed eyes. Then his body gave a slight jerk, and he suddenly woke from his dream.
After stretching, he turned sideways and yawned before gesturing to the person beside him. "How long was I asleep?"
"Almost a day." The former High Priest replied, then hesitantly asked, "Um, are you really the Snow Mountain Goddess's High Priest? Why do I feel like something isn't right?"
Qiu Tianyu narrowed his eyes and asked with a faint smile, "Are you questioning the Snow Mountain Goddess's choice?"
"No, I just... sorry."
The other man retreated in confusion, while Qiu Tianyu picked up his hot tea and began observing the situation on the monitors.
The Snow Mountain Goddess's temple had not sunk into the small world along with the Great Rift.
It remained in the Mortal World, but because of its connection to the Snow Mountain Goddess, it could observe what was happening inside the Great Rift, making it easier for Qiu Tianyu to arrange matters.
When he saw the scale of Chen Yu's Shelter, a trace of appreciation appeared in his eyes. He sincerely sighed, "It's already grown this large? How long has it even been?"
After sighing, he began observing the Great Rift.
The Great Rift was the product of a great battle between cultivators. All kinds of mighty beings had perished here, their immortal blood and bones filling the pits and valleys in staggering quantities. That war had lasted an incredibly long time and covered an immense area, enough to rank among the greatest wars in the history of the Great Qian World.
Outer Gods and