Above the moon.
Ying Yue sat in the Divine Temple, propping her chin in deep thought, resembling a meticulously carved work of art from the heavens, her beauty even more pronounced in silence.
Like the Sun God, a middle-level God, many coveted her beauty, pursuing her tirelessly for years, yet she never took an interest.
—She only wished to ascend to a high God and become a dominant sovereign beyond the heavens.
At this moment, a powerful member of the Clan of Bright Moon, who worshipped her, had just reported the latest developments to her.
The gods had persuaded the Old Thunder Dragon, aiming to overthrow the millennia-long heritage of the Human Race with a decisive strike, and the plan was unfolding methodically.
If nothing unexpected happened, it wouldn't be long before the Purgatory World governed by the Human Race would come to an end.
When that time came, the gods involved would allow the tribes that worshipped them to occupy different lands within the Purgatory World.
