The sunlight came into the hall, and the golden murals shimmered. Although Lu Zhiyu was respected by many people as being equal to a god and countless believers were willing to give up everything to follow him, it was the first time that he had been worshiped as an incarnation of God.
This gave Lu Zhiyu a novel feeling. Lu Zhiyu had lived for almost a hundred years, which normal people couldn't achieve. Although there were no signs of aging on his face, time had still shaped his mind. For instance, he was no longer naive, and he had no sense of excitement while doing things that he used to like doing.
The foundation of the palace was ten meters high, so it could be seen by everyone in the city of Pusuote. if he was standing on the outer corridor of the main hall of the palace, a man could also see the whole Pusuote city.
