Lear, filled with anticipation, strode towards the temple.
As the distance shortened, he could clearly feel the aura emanating from the temple becoming heavier.
It was as if stars were swirling inside, this inconspicuous building like a towering mountain, inducing a great sense of pressure.
Arriving at the entrance of the temple, Lear took a deep breath and stepped in.
A statue, roughly sculpted, stood within the temple.
Aside from this, there was nothing else.
In that instant, an indescribable terrifying aura leaked out from above the temple.
In a daze, it was as if he was being stared at by an ancient deity that had survived through the ages.
The gaze crossed time, traversing space.
Ancient and mysterious.
Lear's mind trembled, the Power of Faith gathered by the villagers' prayers suddenly surged.
Narrowing his eyes, a vast amount of Power of Faith erupted from the Divine Format, directly enveloping the entire temple.
