The death of the Holy Pope and the disappearance of most of its Priests made the situation of the Holy Church quite dire, and coupled with Chu Wuyao's subtle suppression over the past few months, the Holy Church had almost become a thing of the past by now.
Floating in the air above the headquarters of the Holy Church and looking down, Chu Wuyao remained expressionless.
With a move of her mind, she landed on the ground, and then, with her hands behind her back, she began walking around the headquarters.
Glancing around her, Chu Wuyao found that this small city, which used to be bustling with people and was home to many powerful practitioners, was now completely silent.
Recalling the scene she had seen when she first arrived in this place, Chu Wuyao couldn't help but let out a sigh, once again understanding the impermanence of life.
The Holy Church, a massive force with transcendent status and supreme power, had now ended up like this.
