When the Fate-Weaver Consort Su Luoli was once again brought before Lin Rui, the majestic dome of the Great Ming Hall was adorned with twelve platinum sun wheels, each halo flowing with pure white Purifying Fire, casting the entire space as if it were a Divine Country.
The Holy Fire on the altar at the back of the hall shot straight to the Heavenly Curtain, and the prayer voices of seven million two hundred thousand priests echoed like tides in this Underground Farm, causing the vast underground space's sacred Purity power to surge like mighty waves.
When Su Luoli stepped into the Great Ming Hall, she saw that only the Master of Light and the Holy Mother of Light were present in the grand hall.
Lin Rui sat upon the Divine Throne of Light, the Primordial Heavenly Dragon coiled around his neck, and the nine pairs of Galaxy Light Wings of both man and dragon slightly folded. The Golden Sun halo above his head shone with dazzling brilliance, appearing sacred and inviolable.
