The Guide to the End of the World: Four Sentinels Compete for Favor

The residents of Frost City on the mountain roads and in the old city looked up at the earth-shattering divine power at the top of Lingdian Mountain, and their hearts were shocked beyond words.

Tuoba Qing looked at the illusion of the Holy Spirit Battle Blade in the sky, and his heart was restless for a long time. No matter how many times he had seen it, her pure and flawless power was always so soul-stirring.

Ai Wanxin was very satisfied with the current results. She turned to Tuoba Qing and asked, "Is this enough? What about the Soul-Calming Palace?"

Tuoba Qiong came back to his senses: "The Soul-Calming Palace can be built slowly."

Ai Wanxin glanced at the misty Wailing Canyon and said, "I should have known not to throw the Resurrection Temple down there."

Tuoba Qiong didn't say anything. The Soul-Calming Palace actually does not refer to a palace or a temple, but twelve special locations corresponding to the stars.

In a place like this, it is easiest to open up the Hell Well.

As for the main building of the Soul-Calming Palace, it was built under the auspices of the parliament in the previous life in order to allow humans in despair to find spiritual sustenance.

The process of building the Soul-Calming Palace is also a process of reshaping faith and rebuilding order.

Asaiah did not agree with the parliament's decision, but she always respected the collective decisions made by the parliament, so she did not interfere.

"Are there any requirements for the shape of this Soul-Calming Palace?" Ai Wanxin asked.

Tuoba Qiong shook his head: "That's not the case..."

"He Yang--" She smiled and greeted He Yang who was flying high in the sky to take panoramic photos.

Soon, the high-spirited special forces captain returned to her side: "Here I am, honey, are you satisfied with it?"

Ai Wanxin and he leaned over to watch the video for a while and praised, "It's really good. By the way, I remember you have earth-related abilities, right? I'll pick up the temple that fell into the canyon later. Can you rebuild it?"

He Yang smiled and said, "Sweetheart, there must be no problem with this. Do you want to go to the canyon? Can I take you there?"

Jing stepped forward: "Sister, how can he take you there? You can't lie on his back, let me take you there~"

With that, a shadow passage opened up behind him.

Ai Wanxin happened to have something to ask him, so she replied, "Okay."

The two figures disappeared in the shadow passage one after another. He Yang said to Tuoba Qiong angrily: "Your brother is really unlovable."

Tuoba Qiong said coldly: "Do you want to fight?"

Below the Wailing Canyon, the Temple of Resurrection that fell from the top of the mountain was shattered into pieces, with only the golden dome remaining intact.

Ai Wanxin was not in a hurry to pack up the ruins of the temple, but asked Jing: "What happened in the cave?"

Jing sat down on a broken, fallen stone pillar, her beautiful emerald eyes curved, "Sister, do you trust me more, so you come to ask me?"

"No, it's because you don't have any psychological trauma." Ai Wanxin answered him good-temperedly.

Jing said aggrievedly: "But sister, do you know how it feels to be an only child for more than 20 years and suddenly find out that your father has other children?"

Ai Wanxin shook her head: "I don't know, I'm an orphan."

There was a moment of blankness on Jing's face.

For many years after that, when he woke up in the middle of the night, he would jump out of bed and curse himself, "Why am I such a worthless person!"

"Hurry up, if we delay any longer, they might start fighting again."

I have to say that Ai Wanxin handled the four of them's reserved programs very well.

Jing stood up from the stone pillar, thought for a moment, and said, "When I followed my brother into the cave, I saw my dead father standing in front of the magic circle. He even asked us to follow him, sister~"

"What then?"

"Later, we all refused to go with him, so he ran away." Jing shrugged.

"Why?" Ai Wan was curious, "It's fine if A-Qong doesn't go with him, but why don't you go with him too?"

Jing smiled and said, "Sister, my father has been dead for many years. God knows what kind of person is the one who asked us to go with him."

"Many years?" Ai Wanxin said in surprise.

"Yes, he probably died when I was ten years old. I buried him myself."

Ai Wanxin suddenly felt distressed, and she comforted him softly, "It's okay, they leave first, and we will be there soon."

Jing said with a smile: "It doesn't have to be that fast."

"So, if he is not your father, he should not be able to recognize you two. If he is your father, he is really resurrected..."

Jing suddenly asked: "Sister, do you know who Adrian is?"

Ai Wanxin's pupils trembled violently. She controlled her expression and asked in confusion, "What's An?"

"Or Arian? Anlyon?" Jing Gou scratched his head, "I didn't hear it clearly."

"What do you mean?" Ai Wanxin asked.

"When we first entered the cave, my father had his back to us. I don't know why, but my brother blurted out a name I couldn't understand, or something else? I asked my brother, but he refused to tell me."

Speaking of which, A-Qiong does know a lot...

but.

"I know you are very curious, but don't be curious yet. You will know it naturally when the time comes, don't you understand?" Ai Wanxin said earnestly.

While Jing was stunned, she had already put the ruins of the temple into the space.

"Let's go back. We've been here for so long. I'm really worried that they will tear down the old city."

When saying this, Ai Wanxin inexplicably had a sense of déjà vu as if he had a group of huskies at home.

When she piled the temple's golden dome, broken columns, gates and walls on the foundation, Tuoba Qing seemed to be hesitant to speak.

However, Ai Wanxin didn't notice. She looked at He Yang expectantly: "Look after Jian. I'll leave it to you."

"The task assigned by sweetheart must be completed perfectly~"

As they were talking, the shattered walls and gates were mended and stood upright again, the broken columns were reconnected, and a building that was almost identical to the original Temple of Resurrection appeared in front of everyone. Soon, only the golden dome was left lying quietly in the temple square.

Everyone looked at Yin Yanhan, and heard Ai Wanxin shout: "Don't pretend this, just add a cover to it, we can't make it so extravagant and out of touch with reality."

He Yang looked at the golden statue that was leaning on a golden spear and shining brightly in the sun, as well as the illusion of a spear that stretched from the sky to the ground.

If this is considered down to earth...

Pei Junlin opened his phone, pulled out a photo, and held it in front of him: "This is it, Captain He, this was designed by a famous architect in the 16th century."

He Yang squinted his eyes and looked at it for a while: "Don't tell me this is your family's church."

Pei Junlin smiled and said, "To be precise, it is a church in an ancient castle manor that I bought in the Silver Empire. I don't live here very often, so it's not my home."

He Yang said expressionlessly: "Sweetheart is a general now. He needs military approval to go abroad. You bought it in vain."

Jing asked curiously: "Sister, are you a general?"

Pei Junlin smiled and said, "Now he is a brigadier general, but he will be a major general soon."

"Huh?" He Yang raised his left arm. His terminal, which had been silent for a long time, was vibrating rhythmically. "Communication request from the military?"