God Realm.
The boundless immortal aura seemed almost tangible, wisps of it shifting into countless forms. The grand hall stood above the clouds, gleaming with sacred radiance, its spires piercing the heavens as though conversing with the stars.
The gaze moved into the hall, where a vast and solemn space came into view. Countless angels were carved into the four walls—some wielding weapons, symbolizing justice and strength; others spreading their wings in flight, representing freedom and hope. Every statue was exquisitely detailed and lifelike. Simply looking at them evoked a sense of ethereal purity beyond the mortal world.
Within the God Realm, gods of second-class rank or above were qualified to build temples of their own. This was the Angel Temple of the Angel God King.
With a flash of light, a handsome young man with twelve golden wings appeared in the hall. His expression seemed on the verge of breaking down, the veins on his forehead throbbing wildly. With a dark face, he opened the temple gates, revealing a deep-purple figure beyond them.
"Long time no see, Angel."
The visitor was none other than the Destruction God King. He greeted him with a grin, then, as if he had arrived at his own home, strode past Angel God King Ling Bai and brazenly found himself a white jade chair to sit in.
"Destruction, are you all right? Are you all right? Are you all right?"
Ling Bai sat across from the Destruction God King and immediately hit him with a triple soul-questioning, demanding fiercely, "One year in the mortal world is one day in the God Realm. You haven't gone more than five days without seeing me, and you're already here smashing the gates of the Angel Temple!?
This isn't even the first time today. Every few days, you