As always the church stood infallible, its pillars firm and sturdy, its candles lit as usual and providing a glow that filled one's heart with hope and faith.
Well, this was how a mortal would feel when in a church, but to the few cultivators in the church at the moment, none felt the least bit faithful or melancholic to any god.
They all had their mind on either trying to be a god themselves or being so strong that they could likened to one.
Unlike before when the church had been segregated into two sections, one meant to harbor latecomers and the other for those who arrived on time, this time there was no separation.
Though the church was far less populated than before, housing about 10 people, these people could sit at any position of the church provided they had not been attended to lest they be kicked out whether or not they wanted to stay.
