On the top of the holy mountain of the old gods’ era, there is a pure white towering building. On the pediment are carved totems of gods in various shapes, and under the dome are 126 huge divine pillars.
Standing here, floating clouds gather under your feet and the air is filled with a clear, cold fragrance, high and distant.
"This temple is older than me, it's quite stressful to look at." The God of Light Phaeth said as he touched the nearest pillar. On one side of the white pillar was a goddess nodding her head, and on the other side was a flying deer in the forest, with the feathers on its wings clearly visible, lifelike and exquisite. "Who built the temple in the first place? You or Pheza?"
Thenis slapped his claws away: "Why are you scratching? I built it, what? Do you have any ideas?"
"I dare not." Phaethon glanced at her nonchalantly, retracted his claws, walked to the edge of the temple, looked out, and said, "Why did you choose such a place? It's high and cold, who would be willing to come here if they have nothing better to do? You really are... quite thoughtful."
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