The sunset was infinitely beautiful,
Yet it was nearing dusk.
A few lone birds flew across the horizon as golden light shone down from the sky.
Arriving before the Stone Tablet, Jiuyou bit open his finger and let his blood drip onto it.
A thunderous boom rang out from all around them.
The ground beneath their feet began to crack, fissures spreading outward as a temple slowly rose from below.
"What is this?" Xu Zimo asked.
"A temple. It can only be opened with the blood of our Divine Race. This is also one of the places where we keep in contact; outsiders would never be able to find it," Jiuyou said.
The temple was not particularly large. Its surroundings were pale white, built from a special kind of crystal.
The roof of the temple was brown, and a great gate stood tightly shut.
There were no windows on either side, while two silver door rings hung upon the great gate.
Jiuyou walked forward, gripped the door rings with both hands, and shoved hard. With a creak, the dust-sealed great gate was pushed open.
It seemed that fresh outside air had not entered this place for a long time. Dust swirled everywhere, and the air was filled with impurities.
The two entered the temple, where the furnishings were equally simple.
Pale yellow curtains hung on either side, with three prayer cushions placed beneath them.
At the highest position stood a statue being worshipped.
The statue was entirely blue, its eyes a deep azure. Its features were incomparably handsome.
It had eight wings, four on each side, and sat upright in the foremost position, gazing ahead.
Within those azure-blue pupils, it seemed as though countless divine realms were evolving.
This temple appeared to have gone a long time without visitors. Apart