Song Jian, bored to death, sat on the plaza in front of the Dragon God Hall, surrounded by darkness, unable to see anything; yet the air around him was rippling with strong waves of energy, one after another, spreading out like tides continually.
Just then, Song Jian suddenly felt a fluctuation from within the Shattered Divine Realm, and a thought flashed through his mind, bringing everything within the realm instantly to his consciousness.
"So the Sacred Spirit Temple has been successfully constructed. Let's see, what use is this building that cost twenty-five points of divine power to build!" Song Jian mumbled to himself.
The Sacred Spirit Temple within the Divine Country looked like an Athenian temple, with walls and columns depicting scenes of war—all kinds of warriors fighting bloodily, their most thrilling moments turned into reliefs on the surfaces of the walls and pillars.
