In such a hall, there were countless people dressed in solemn attire praying at this moment.
Some were in clerical clothing, some in noble garments, and others in armor with long swords, arranged orderly, standing or kneeling, all with their heads lowered, praying devoutly.
And in the direction of their prayers, deep within the hall, there lay a flight of stairs.
The stairs led to a high platform.
On the high platform, there was no statue, only a sword embedded in the ground, plain and unadorned in appearance.
However, on this day, this seemingly plain and simple sword suddenly burst forth with a thousand rays of light.
The rust on it fell off, and its originally plain appearance suddenly became vibrant and colorful. The blade was bright and cold, the edge gleaming, and the light it emitted not only overshadowed the light pouring from the ceiling but soared into the sky, penetrating the building, reaching into the clouds, instantly illuminating the entire world in splendor.
