Xu Xiwang's eyes gleamed with a strange light as he murmured to himself.

This place is so intimidating that it inspires awe and makes people afraid to look directly at it.

This is the temple of the Western world, the Temple of Light.

Legend has it that this temple was founded by the God of Light.

But it's just a legend. After all, the idea of ​​a god is inherently vague and ethereal. Who can prove its existence?

Xu Xiwang's ethereal form slowly moved forward.

There were at least a hundred stone steps in front of him. He lifted his foot and stepped onto them, as if he had passed through layers of obstacles.

Step by step, he walked toward the temple, a solemn look in his eyes.

This place is truly unusual.

Every few steps, Xu Xiwang would feel a strange pressure, and the space would distort once.

When he had climbed the hundred steps, he had reached the temple gate.

The two characters for "light" written in wax script on the gate exude a sacred and solemn aura.

Just as Xu Xiwang reached the door, the door suddenly opened from the inside.

"Excuse me, are you here to worship the God of Light?"

Xu Xiwang looked up and saw a woman in white standing in front of him, gentle and graceful. She held an oil lamp in her hand, and the dim light made her face even more beautiful.

The woman had delicate features, a face as white as snow, and skin even whiter than snow.

Xu Xiwang was slightly taken aback.

The woman's aura seemed that of an ordinary person, yet she possessed an undeniable charm that made Xu Xiwang feel deeply uneasy.

Xu Xiwang nodded. "Mm."

The woman in white nodded slightly, making an inviting gesture.

Xu Xiwang followed the woman in white towards the temple.

The temple was completely silent, except for a few faint rustling sounds.

Xu Xiwang admired the various strange murals and scrolls along the way, his eyes filled with curiosity as he walked and explored every corner.

"This temple is very interesting!"

Xu Xiwang looked at the patterns on the mural, a smile curving his lips.

The woman in white looked at Xu Xiwang, her smile widening.

"This is the Temple of Light, a temple built by Apollo with his own flesh and blood, and the most sacred place within the temple."

"This records the deeds of Apollo, the god of light. He is the greatest deity in the Western world. Long, long ago, the West was a barbaric world, without civilization or cultivators. But it was during Apollo's reign that many powerful beings were born in the West, forming the West we know today. These powerful beings all share a common title: 'Gods of the West'! And gods are gods! They possess omnipotent abilities."

"Until a powerful demon appeared, Apollo fought with all his might to destroy it, falling into a deep slumber. During this time, the strong of the Western world united to resist the demon. After that, the West took on its present form. And over the years, the demon has never ceased its attacks. While Apollo slept, he sealed his power here, allowing the Western world to continue."

The woman in white spoke slowly, her eyes filled with piety.

Xu Xiwang listened silently, the image of Apollo's resolute face and his sharp, deep eyes appearing before his eyes.

"Apollo didn't die?"

Xu Xiwang's expression changed as he looked at the woman in white.

The woman in white smiled and said, "The gods are eternal and indestructible."

Xu Xiwang fell silent.

That's just talk; how could there possibly be a living god?

"Are you a priest of the Temple of Light?"

Xu Xiwang looked at the woman in white in front of him and suddenly asked.

The woman in white nodded.

"I am Apollo's servant."

The woman in white spoke softly, as if she were telling a story that had nothing to do with her.

Aren't you curious about how I came to be?

Xu Xiwang said calmly.

"Since you've come here, you must have your purpose. If you pray sincerely, perhaps a miracle will happen."

Xu Xiwang was slightly taken aback.

The woman in white seemed kind, and the things she said always gave people a sense of closeness.

However, Xu Xiwang did not let her guard down; instead, he became wary of her.

Xu Xiwang knew very well that the woman in front of him was no ordinary person.

The two continued forward, and the woman led Xu Xiwang to a square where many altars were placed on the ground, with thick pillars standing tall, each over ten feet long.

Directly in front of you is a sculpture—it's Apollo!

This sculpture is even more magnificent, standing a hundred meters tall, with an enormous body, like a god looking down at the sky.

On the sculpture's chest, a line of words is engraved.

"Holy Apollo!"

As she moved her palms, the surrounding air warmed up, and rays of light gathered from all directions, enveloping her.

Xu Xiwang was completely stunned!

What the heck is this?