Forty-seven. The sixth believer

What happened next was no different from the previous level.

The swiftly passing time made it impossible for Lu Li to warn the priests arriving at the church one after another.

At dusk, the familiar glow of fire lit up outside the church.

To absolve himself of his sins, Jonah set a massive fire that buried the historic church and his sins under fierce flames.

Taking the oil lamp, Lu Li turned and pulled open the wooden door.

Endless nothingness surged from all directions, and the lonely wooden door stood starkly in the abyss.

The traces of the walls were completely erased, leaving only fragments of stone steps twinkling like stars that extended downward like constellations.

Even if Lu Li could ignore any assault on his mind, the oppressive march toward destruction made him slightly uncomfortable. Taking a deep breath, Lu Li, with the oil lamp in hand, ignored the surging darkness around him and, stepping on the scattered stars, walked to the final wooden door.