The celestial brilliance that reached into the heavens on the day of the climb, Divine King Shan En saw it.
Shan En's expression was complex as he watched the scene.
Thousands of years ago, before awakening his self-awareness, Shan En yearned for his father's prophet, yet now that another prophet had been born on earth, Shan En found his emotions mixed.
The Divine King stood within the temple, with thunder entwining around Him.
The Divine Statue crafted by Hiris, held a stone-made Divine Thunder in its hand, its face exceedingly majestic, crowned with a diadem woven from Gui Ye leaves.
He was the King of Gods.
Shan En stared at the Ancient Elf Kingdom, which should have been concealed.
In His palm, thunder roared furiously.
After a long hesitation, Shan En slowly lowered His hand.
"Why are you so lacking in confidence, Shan En?"
Divine King Shan En muttered to Himself,
"Can a mere prophet really destroy the Golden Age created by the Gods?"
