Ling Chuxi had never dreamed that the Holy Land in the hearts of countless believers from various countries on the mainland would actually be in such a dilapidated state.
However, even though it was in ruins, one could still imagine how grand the temple had been in the past from the majestic Vermillion walls, the exquisite carvings, and the Golden tiles.
A small, pitch-black Tower ship was docked at the harbor not far from the reef, rising and falling with the waves. The temple's symbol was painted on the ship.
Although the distance was a little far, Ling Chuxi could still recognize that this small ship was made of that strange meteoric metal. She had not guessed wrong. The people of the deity temple had indeed used this method to cross the endless ice sea.
