The crisp moonlight, like a babbling spring, surged forth and instantly engulfed the entire temple.
The Doomsday Witch raised her head, her brows slightly furrowed, gazing solemnly at the scene before her.
This was the power from the Bright Moon Goddess.
Tranquil, yet teeming with deadly intent.
"...Beatrice?"
The Witch murmured softly to herself.
She did not know what had gotten into the other party.
For ten thousand years, there had been no display of Divine Power within the Pantheon, and the policy upheld by the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Gods, Xiya, was merely sealing, waiting for the coming of Dharma's Sword.
The Doomsday Witch, affected by the Order Divine Chain, was also incapable of influencing the outside world.
Internally and externally, they were like two parallel lines, never to interfere with each other.
Yet now, it was the side from Xiya that broke this strange equilibrium first.
What on earth had her followers done in the past?