The celestial river of stars cascaded down like a waterfall, billions of stars turning into streams of light, pouring into the temple!
Whoosh~!
The believers of the entire city knelt down like waves of wheat rippling in the wind, their foreheads pressed tightly against the ground, and the sound of devout prayers converged into a sea.
Streets, squares, in front of shops.
Everywhere the eye could see were prostrating figures, as if the entire world had been reduced to nothing but that star-devouring temple.
In the shadows, Wu Heng, wearing a Faceless Mask, quietly watched all this.
"What a spectacular scene~!" Lady's voice came from the side, "When will our Spirit Awakening Sect ever have such a presence?"
On the other side, Xiao Xiao said, "The people here are so strange, I was eavesdropping on them earlier, and they talk like it's a set script, repeating 'Praise the Holy Light' and 'Thankful for the Blessing'... like a broken record."
