The elder headed towards the stairs, and upon passing the Lotus Flower Pedestal that was carved from crystal, he reached out and picked up the crown, a very casual motion, akin to picking up some common tile.
The black-robed clergyman that was following behind this elder, was well-known for being cold and stoic, the expression on his face having never changed in the past tens of years. But every time he saw the current scene before him, the edge of his eyes would uncontrollably twitch, his concern being: what would they do if the Yin Yang Crown was to be damaged here?
At the top of the stone steps was a mural, heavy in ink, yet without form, an extremely glorious image.
The elder stood before the wall mural, placing the crown atop his head.
The mural covered wall slowly separated and a rush of light, akin to never-ending waves, spilled in from the opening.
The waves of light enveloped the elder’s crown and divine robe, the dancing rays were like a celebration, obeisance.
This side of the wall, lead to an incredibly tall and expansive temple.
This was the heart of Li Palace; the heart of the Orthodoxy; the heart of the continent’s beliefs, The Radiant Hall.
Both sides of the hall had dozens of gigantic statues, some depicted legends from this continent, some depicted virtuous forebears, some depicted saints, some depicted the twelve knights of the church.