Unlike the gloomy altar Fia had seen, this place was a magnificent, dazzling golden hall where anyone could set foot. A colossal golden pillar stood on the altar at the center of the room, rising in a perfectly straight line to the ceiling. The dense magic radiating from it was enough to make even Fia take notice.
According to Shenyue, this golden pillar of light resembled a tree trunk and seemed to be formed from countless sieve tubes—though in reality, those were countless golden threads of magic. It was the source of the Holy Tree’s magical power. Whether it...
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