Ye Li had no time to think.
The view before his eyes swiftly pulled away, piercing through layer upon layer of the vast Star Sea in an instant, crossing countless burning stars.
At last, his gaze fell directly into a magnificent, icy-white tower.
The headquarters of the White Tower Church!
Upon that altar soaring into the clouds, there was nothing at all.
This was not because it was crude.
Rather, according to the Church's doctrine, any divine statue carved from mortal materials would only profane that supreme being!
God had no form!
Other than the High Bishop who remained here at all times to serve the deity, only the Church's current Walker could constantly heed God's oracle!
At this moment, within the empty and silent Divine Hall.
Light footsteps rang through the air.
Hilia, clad in a pure white clerical robe, slowly stepped into this core of power as though she had emerged from the light itself.
At one side of the altar.
The Blond Archbishop holding an ancient scripture slowly turned his eyes toward her.
He looked like a middle-aged man barely over forty, yet within those infant-like clear and immaculate eyes lingered a gentle smile born of weathering countless vicissitudes.
"You have worked hard, Hilia."
There was a miraculous magic in the bishop's voice that made one unconsciously relax:
"You came here in such haste. Is there some urgent matter?"
Hilia lightly blinked her pure white eyes, her voice ethereal and calm:
"God Said that I was to investigate the newly established Xuanjian Mansion."
"I have already completed the investigation and returned here to report."
Hearing this, the White Tower bishop gently nodded, turned a page of the scripture, and smiled.
"I have heard a little about this matter as well."
"I did not expect the one who