Every crook and creak within the divine land was checked through by the subordinates of the current Sovereign and still haven't found any traces. They've spent a whole month looking all over the small space of the divine plane only to not find what they've wanted to see. They could only lower all their heads and report to their ruler honestly that they've failed their mission.
Above the sea where the Underwater palace used to exist. Verte, the Wind Spirit King, observes his subordinate as they check through the ruins of the fallen temple with a calm expression but the frown on his face could not be hidden at all. Beside him, his right-hand man was waiting for his juniors to finish their investigation.
"King, do you believe there would be traces left in here when you had investigated it personally once yourself? There is no way you didn't know the meaning of temples collapsing. I'm afraid that God Mayim is no longer..."
