The ancient temple was shrouded in countless threads of twilight, the statues within pinching flowers between their fingers, their eyes filled with a compassionate silence, as if praying for blessings upon the world. The sound of the bell was distant and desolate.
"Since the birth of humanity, be it religious prophecy or mythological legend, all bear testimony to the possibility of the world's end. Sigmund Zweig's 'The Queen's Head' once said that the price for all gifts of fate is marked discreetly beforehand. Early human sages also believed that gods would not willfully redeem mankind."
Ji Zhou lit a stick of incense before the statue and softly said, "Moreover, early ancestors did not truly regard the Ancient God Clan as gods... Child, there's one thing you must remember."
Gu Jianlin looked at her back, with a gaze seeking guidance.
"You were not born to behold or revere anyone,"
