"I didn't come here to listen to stories."
Xiao Fan shook his head as he listened to Tianchi, his expression utterly unconcerned.
Within the Spirit Clan, Yue Yao was the only person he cared about. Everything else-the state of the Spirit World, the fate of the Spirit Clan, even how many Dou Shengs or Dou Zuns the clan had-meant nothing to him.
So, although Tianchi's words and expression told Xiao Fan that there must be a story behind her, he had no interest in probing further.
Still, he did not want his recklessness to bring about Yue Yao's final death.
Thus, he patiently asked Tianchi:
"What did you mean when you said acting recklessly would cause Yue Yao to die?"
Tianchi gave Xiao Fan an indifferent glance and sat back down on the stone stool. Her fingertips tapped lightly against the stone table, the crisp sounds echoing rhythmically through the Small Courtyard.
Only after a long while did Tianchi speak:
"The Spirit Clan... every Saintess has a rather unusual condition. It is beyond our control, and our purpose is to achieve one..."
As Tianchi's words fell and her fingers stopped tapping the stone table, Xiao Fan finally realized that they were already within a brilliantly illuminated underground space.
At the center of the underground space stood an enormous temple. Its appearance and style seemed somewhat similar to those of the temple that had fallen from the sky.
Countless indistinct statues stood densely packed on the ground surrounding the temple, all facing toward it.
However, the statues' faces were blurred, and Xiao Fan could not make them out at all.
Aside from these, several enormous murals were carved into the towering walls surrounding the temple.
Powerful auras suffused the murals.
"...outcome."
As Xiao Fan surveyed his surroundings, the remainder of Tianchi's