A temple that seemed like it was constructed out of golden pillars was emitting light. As it bathed in multicolored splendor, it seemed incomparably divine. As it rested within the innermost area of the Rain Clan, a rain of light scattered down.

This was one of the Rain Clan’s important locations in the real world, and it was providing them with a magical fragrance, causing the auspicious qi to overflow. Typically, no one was allowed to enter, and only during great events that affected the Rain Clan’s reputation would they be able to.

Currently, a group of elders were kowtowing one after another. As they walked over, their expressions were solemn and dignified. These people were all incomparably devout, and traces of blood could be seen on their foreheads.

They were kneeling and bowing with their hands joined, giving their greatest respects to a statue of their divine ancestor. At the same time, they gave an offering. Everyone was in prayer, and their expressions were extremely solemn.

Did all the ancient deities die off? This question wasn’t something that anyone could give a clear answer to. It was likely that they had all fallen, buried with the passage of time.

Upon entering the temple, an extremely indistinct stone statue could be seen. Its appearance had long become unrecognizable. Its mystical golden body had cracks in it; its luster was dull and its coloring mottled.

Rumor has it that the Rain Deity had long fallen within an ancient battle. However, the Rain Clan still worshipped his ancestral figure, hoping to bring about the miracle of him returning someday.

Even though the exterior of the temple was brilliant, the interior was rather...