Right before her eyes was the illusion of something that had happened tens of thousands of years ago, left lingering in that temple.
Ye Qingtang had no idea when this illusion would end. She could only stand quietly by the side, watching what seemed to be a memory unfold from all those years ago. Those happenings related to primordial humans and True Gods who only existed in legends.
Observing how these primordial humans worshipped the True God with such ardor, it was hard to imagine how they could have chosen to betray them in the end.
That particular illusion didn't last for too long. After a short while, the scene in the temple changed to another time.
Light still filled the place. The gold-armored True God sitting on the altar still looked as mighty and powerful. But the faces of the primordial humans looked slightly different.
