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Amid the picturesque lake and mountain scenery, two figures shared a tender moment.
Shui Bing'er's eyes were filled with deep affection, while Shui Wuya gently stroked her hair, his gaze filled with warmth.
Suddenly, an electronic tone sounded in Shui Wuya's mind.
[Detected a change in Shui Bing'er's destiny. Congratulations, host, you have acquired a new structure—the Temple of the Gods!]
The Temple of the Gods!
Shui Wuya's heart stirred.
This temple must possess divine power.
It was perfect timing, as he needed to collect divine energy to improve the realm of the undead.
"What a stroke of luck."
Shui Wuya felt thrilled, secretly anticipating what was to come.
Then, Shui Wuya and Shui Bing'er continued their affectionate moments.
The intimate time seemed to freeze at that very moment. As their tender moments ended, Shui Wuya knew it was time for him to leave.
"Bing'er, I have to go to the future."
Shui Wuya said softly as he bade farewell.
With tears glistening in her eyes, Shui Bing'er reluctantly replied, "Wuya, you must be careful."
Shui Wuya gently reassured her, "Don't worry, I'll be careful."
As Shui Bing'er watched with sorrowful eyes, Shui Wuya gave a gentle wave.
In a flash of light, Shui Wuya vanished, traveling to a time a thousand years ahead.
Shui Bing'er stood quietly on Ice God Island, watching Shui Wuya disappear into the brilliance.
"Wuya, when will we meet again?"
Shui Bing'er murmured to herself, her eyes shimmering with tears.
As Shui Bing'er's emotions shifted, the environment on Ice God Island also changed.
The island's wind grew colder, and the surrounding ice crystals emitted a faint glow, reflecting a melancholic atmosphere.
On the island, Feng Xiaotian, who was diligently practicing the Infinite Gale Slash technique, sensed Shui Bing'er's sadness. He couldn't help but stop his training, his expression touched.
"Elder Bing'er seems so sorrowful. It must be because the Order Elder has left her again to carry out a task."
Feng Xiaotian murmured to himself.
Every time they parted, they could feel this aura.
"Elder Bing'er and the Order Elder's relationship is truly enviable," said Huo Wu softly.
Looking at Feng Xiaotian, her eyes sparkled with longing.
Huo Wushuang clenched his fists, full of fighting spirit.
"With the two elders favoring us so much, we must not disappoint their expectations!"
Feng Xiaotian nodded resolutely and said, "Let's go. We need to grow stronger quickly and ease the burden on the two elders."
The three of them, filled with passion, were determined to work even harder in their training.
A thousand years later.
The Shui Family.
At this time, the Shui Family was flourishing and majestic.
The courtyards were bustling with numerous disciples, full of vitality.
In the core area of the Shui Family stood a grand and sacred building—the Temple of the Gods.
The Temple of the Gods loomed majestically, exuding a solemn and divine aura.
On the immense roof of the temple stood statues of various gods.
The Fire God was surrounded by blazing flames, fierce and majestic; the Wind God was as graceful as clouds; the Thunder God commanded awe; the Healing God was gentle and serene; the Angelic God had ethereal wings.
The statues represented the gods from across the continent's history, all displayed here.
However, the most striking was the statue of the Ice God in the center of the temple.
The entire hall seemed to be enveloped by the aura of this Ice God, radiating an indescribable mystical power.
The Shui Family's Temple of the Gods was renowned far and wide, celebrated across the continent.
The Shui Family's status was further elevated due to the presence of the Temple of the Gods.
In front of the Temple of the Gods, a group of Shui Family disciples and elders gathered outside the doors. They gazed solemnly and reverently at the statues of the gods inside, their hearts filled with devotion and awe.
A young disciple exclaimed excitedly, "The Temple of the Gods truly lives up to its reputation as the pride of the Shui Family."
An elder nearby, with a solemn expression, replied, "The Temple of the Gods carries the hard work and wisdom of countless ancestors from our Shui Family. Each deity represented here serves as a model for our cultivation."
The crowd's expressions grew solemn, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in their identity as members of the Shui Family.
At this very moment.
Outside the Shui Family estate, in an old tavern, a few patrons gathered around a round table.
As they looked out at the bustling scene, they began discussing the upcoming Temple of the Gods Conference.
"I've heard that the Temple of the Gods is under very strict management by the Shui Family, and no one is allowed to enter or exit without permission."
"After all, it is the core area of the Shui Family; entry requires their approval."
"But this time is different. It's the decade-long Temple of the Gods Conference! Representatives from all the major divine lineages will be coming. It's a rare grand event!"
"I've heard that the statues inside the Temple of the Gods contain the essence of divine power."
"Families with divine lineages travel from afar, not only to worship their own deities and perform rituals but also to seek divine approval and acquire the essence of divine power."
"Unfortunately, over the years, countless people have tried, but no one has ever succeeded in obtaining the legacy power from the statues."
"Indeed, the Temple of the Gods Conference has become more of a formality."
"Various divine lineages gather at the Shui Family just to showcase their strength and engage in subtle competition."
"That may be true, but if we could get a glimpse inside the Temple of the Gods in our lifetime, it would be worth it."
The Temple of the Gods Conference was about to begin.
Representatives from various divine lineages arrived one after another.
Shui Yuanchen, as the representative of the Shui Family, stood at the entrance of the Temple of the Gods, welcoming the arriving forces.
"Welcome, descendants of the gods, as well as all the clan members and disciples, to the Shui Family for this Temple of the Gods Conference!"
"Please follow me into the hall!"
Shui Yuanchen's voice resonated through the skies.
The grand doors of the Temple of the Gods slowly opened, and a divine aura greeted everyone.
The representatives of the various divine lineages entered the temple.
The heads of the Feng, Huo, and Lei families led their strongest members into the Temple of the Gods.
The Pope of the Spirit Hall, wearing a golden crown and with a solemn demeanor, also led numerous elders and elite disciples from the Hall into the grand hall with steady steps.
As the representatives of the various families continued to enter the Temple of the Gods, the entire hall buzzed with activity.
The representatives from the divine lineages were not on the best of terms.
Except for the Shui Family.
They had long been engaged in open and covert rivalries, with no one willing to yield.
Everyone exchanged formal greetings on the surface.
Beneath the surface, tensions simmered.
The heads of the Feng and Huo families, upon entering the hall, couldn't help but direct their intense, hostile gazes towards Lei Tianhao, the head of the Lei family.
Feeling their resentful stares, Lei Tianhao felt somewhat uncomfortable and instinctively moved away from them.
Yu Qingluan, dressed in a delicate light blue fairy dress, radiated a graceful and pure aura, becoming the center of attention.
Her flowing veil danced with the wind, making her appear as if she had descended from the heavens, capturing everyone's gaze.
Yu Qingluan approached Lei Tianhao and quietly asked, "Father, didn't you have a good relationship with the heads of the Huo and Feng families? Why is it that today, you're not speaking to them?"
(End of Chapter)