"I say..."
Shadow Kims touched Julius Reed, his voice trembling slightly: "Old Reed, is this damn thing not even bothering to pretend anymore? Just revealing its true form outright?"
Normally, there would be three statues here.
The difference between the three God temples and regular temples is that the buildings are larger.
They’re suitable for hosting gatherings, allowing devotees to co and worship.
But the internal structure and layout.
Are basically the sa.
Three golden statues would stand here.
For everyone to worship.
This has been confird within the Temple of Nine Spirits.
Shadow Kims is different from Pranay Martinez.
Pranay Martinez is an old fox, almost never visiting the temples to prevent himself from being controlled by the gods.
He always refuses with various excuses.
Shadow Kims is a very devout devotee, never missing a single gathering.
However, the only temple he visited was Nine Spirits.
Because the location of Temple of Nine Spirits is in the Central Plains.
Other temple locations are very remote.
Like the Temple of Return to Heaven, its location is on Boulevard Mountain.
Five thousand years ago, Boulevard Mountain was bone-chillingly cold, frozen over, and hardly inhabited.
He had only heard of the three God temples, but had never been to the others, knowing nothing about their locations.
But unlike the Temple of Nine Spirits, the temple in front of him was extravagantly designed.
Carved with terrifying demons!
Shuras that look like bats, half-human half-beast, and even three-headed six-ard figures are all here.
Chilling to the bone.
"The Temple of Return to Heaven is built here, probably because the temple’s design is too terrifying." Julius Reed clasped his hands behind him, examining the eerie statues inside the temple, squinting involuntarily. "Choosing a frigid place like Boulevard Mountain ans no chance of disturbances."
"Then what’s the point of building it here?" Shadow Kims’ heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
He was a devotee, once the most faithful servant of the gods.
But after the temple’s downfall, he beca a theologian, beginning to study the so-called gods.
This was originally a great disrespect.
But in Shadow Kims’ heart, can gods who aren’t omnipotent still be called gods?
Only the invincible, the omnipresent, are worthy of the title of gods.
"If I’m not mistaken," Julius Reed touched his chin with his finger, chuckling lightly, "the Temple of Nine Spirits is for your worship, so it’s similar to those for ordinary worship. But here, it might be for the Prophet’s own worship, or perhaps for their Underworlders."
Back when he destroyed the temple, he had no impression of the Temple of Return to Heaven.
It seems the Temple of Return to Heaven was protected in advance, creating a false destruction.
Many tis, Julius Reed arranged for his subordinates to search and destroy temples worldwide.
After all, with so many temples globally, he couldn’t handle everything personally.
"Hidden this deep, and still discovered." After saying this, Julius Reed’s expression suddenly turned grave.
He discovered this temple thanks to the guidance and pushing of that painting behind it.
Otherwise, Julius Reed would be too busy dealing with Trent Marsh in Gonzalez City to have ti to co out.
To understand anything about the so-called Gills Alliance?
Without that painting, this situation wouldn’t exist now.
Thinking about it, Julius Reed felt a vague unease.
That painting was truly bizarre.
"Master, footsteps." Hawthorne whispered.
"Hide!"
Julius Reed swiftly ducked behind the Shura statue.
It was very secluded here, and with the dim lighting, they couldn’t possibly be discovered.
"Hide all your presence."
He instructed.
If a so-called master arrived, their presence might be detected.
Shadow Kims and Hawthorne gestured ’understood’, hiding themselves likewise.
The Temple of Return to Heaven being one of the three God temples, capable of housing thousands of years of worshippers, even after experiencing a collapse, still had this expansive space.
The footsteps suddenly halted.
Probably having seen the body at the doorway, they sensed sothing was amiss.
If they were from the Gills Alliance, it couldn’t be this quiet.
The alarm should have sounded long ago.
The lock was still broken, any ordinary person could enter, yet the newcor did not co in, stopping at the door.
It seed the sight of the unusual door reflected heightened caution.
For a full five minutes.
Then the footsteps resud.
If the newcor was from the Gills Alliance, reinforcents should have arrived by now.
But all was still silent, suggesting the visitor might be similar to them.
"Didn’t expect to find a kindred spirit here." A shadow dashed through the door, entering the Temple of Return to Heaven. "Since we’re friends, why not reveal yourselves?"
No response from within the temple, the visitor chuckled again: "Everyone, we are all Martial Artists, I can sense your presence. Rest assured, I am like you, we share the sa aim."
Seeing no response still, the shadow in his hand ignited a ball of fla!
He raised his hand, illuminating the temple directly!
"How can this be?"
Upon seeing the statues in the temple, the visitor exclaid, "The Dragon was true to its word!"
The firelight quickly dimd.
The visitor seed uninterested in investigating whether anyone was inside the temple.
He felt no presence of others at all.
The spacious temple seed to house only him.
"Haha! I’ve finally found it!"
The man looked at statue after statue.
Finally, as he approached a statue of a Shura with an axe, he inclined, kneeling on the ground, bowing three tis.
Julius Reed was right on top of this statue.
He was amazed to discover the visitor was Ilia Danvers!
Ilia Danvers, not in Mont, not at Dusty Platform, why co here?
Julius Reed was curious if Trent Marsh had been saved by Ilia Danvers.
Or had Trent Marsh died, as depicted in the painting?
Originally expected to be at Dusty Platform, how did Ilia Danvers know this statue’s secret?
Why co to the Gills Alliance?
But suddenly!
A miraculous scene unfolded.
After bowing three tis, Ilia Danvers paused briefly, then bowed four more tis.
Instantaneously, the statue’s mouth opened!
Slowly opened...
Julius Reed, standing atop the statue’s head, witnessed the entire process clearly.
"Haha! Just as expected!" Ilia Danvers stomped his foot, his whole body rising, entering the statue’s mouth.
Bam!
As soon as he entered, the statue closed.
"What’s going on?" Shadow Kims saw this scene from a distance.
How did Ilia Danvers know this secret?
"The Dragon was originally a fierce beast of the Underworld Hall; it’s worshipped in Mont, Ilia Danvers must have learned the news from the Dragon." Julius Reed leapt to the ground, stomping a few tis.
No response.
"Hah, I am the Master, how can I kneel? Hawthorne, you do it." After Julius Reed spoke, Hawthorne reluctantly kneeled in front of the statue.
First bowing three tis, then four.
Crunch!
The statue’s mouth opened once more.
"You two stay outside and observe, I’ll go in and see." Julius Reed leapt into the air, entering the statue’s mouth directly.
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