Passing through the Ice Soul Divine Stone City Gate, a wave of clamor far more intense than anything outside washed over them, completely shattering Qin Feng's preconceived notions of the Divine Domain.
There was none of the solemnity and ethereal aura he imagined the Divine Realm would have. Instead, it was remarkably like a bustling main city in an online game from the Mortal Realm. The streets were packed shoulder-to-shoulder, and the air hummed with a mixture of Divine Power fluctuations and raucous noise, so lively it was almost Boiling.
What was even stranger was that rows of Gothic spires undulated through the golden clouds. On the stone walls, Divine Patterns flowed with the Power of Faith, refracting shimmering flecks of light in the sun.
