Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

The sages, who taught people not to worship blindly and opposed kneeling, are now being treated in this manner; I'm afraid if His Highness awakens to see this scene, he would also hide away in fear.

After silently visiting this largest Wind Sanctuary, Tilan then went to several other sanctuaries and saw similar grand statues inside.

Among them was the Weeping Angel Chloeatty, bathed in flames; the cold-eyed and mysterious Book-holding Angel Brennard; and the Poetry Angel Sifnelian, gently strumming a seven-stringed zither and singing softly. Each sanctuary had a different atmosphere.

Inside the Flame Sanctuary, rows of candles stood tall, offering a splendid and warm interior. Under the flickering orange light, the weeping angel with uplifted face was particularly captivating, evoking a sense of compassion.

The Rock Sanctuary was filled with black and silver crystals, with reflective surfaces forming mirrors that reflected upon each other, conveying a sense of introspection and supervision. The angel's unopened book recorded everyone's experiences, bringing forth an impartial and relentless judgment.

Inside the Water Sanctuary, clear spring water flowed down in layers from above. The sound of water, arranged in a specific manner, naturally formed a symphony. When one entered, it was as if stepping into the realm of four seas' waves, with tides ceaseless and the song of life ongoing.

Strolling through these magnificent sanctuaries, the more the girl explored, the more insignificant she felt. The statues here had stood for thousands of years, and countless generations of worshipers had come and gone. Everything in sight was ancient relics and engraved writings spanning thousands of years.

Each sanctuary was filled with many tomes, stacked in wall niches and virtually everywhere. These tomes recorded the names of once-brilliant figures in human history, along with their life stories. It is said that only the most exceptional and distinguished contemporaries had the privilege of placing their biographies here. Each one taken out was either a master-level individual who astonished the current world or a sage remembered in history.

Although their remains were absent, their spiritual aspirations remained. The lives of these great sages collectively authored the history of human civilization, making the Four Holy Sanctuaries worthy of being called the 'Sages Shrine' of contemporary human civilization.

Walking here felt like strolling through one shining moment after another in human history.

[Zan Aaron, Fourth Era 98-207, the first pioneer of the Star River Fleet, led the fleet across the galaxy, reaching the then-most distant boundary accessible by civilization]

[Lu Wensi Zhu, Fourth Era 347-412, the Pioneer of the Star Sea Calendar, established the unified calendar time throughout the galaxy based on 178 neutron stars at the Galactic Center]

[Li Jian, Fourth Era 1893-2001, Discoverer of Multi-level Spaces, whose summarized seventeen-dimensional space partition equations brought tremendous changes to civilization]

[Deselina, Fifth Epoch 1211-1267, a Heroine of Rebellion, disseminated the secret of the 'Black Sun' across the cosmos, sparking the rise and internal strife of many Black Suns in the mid-Fifth Epoch, sowing the seeds for future civilizational revival]

Passing by numerous niches and shrines, when Tilan was about to leave this magnificent sanctuary, a female priestess in white robes approached her.

"May I ask you to come with me for a moment." She was a beautiful and mature woman, with golden hair falling from her hood, bringing a touch of liveliness different from the solemn surroundings.

"Is there something?" Tilan inquired.

"The Saintess wishes to see you."

"The Saintess?"

"Yes, the Saintess who serves the Primordial Water."

The other party did not lie, and after listening, Tilan hesitated slightly, then nodded. Since she came here to find out some matters about her origins, meeting with the high-ranking figures here was probably the fastest and most direct way.

"Please follow me."

After that, she led the way forward, guiding them through corridors in the church as vast as a starry sky, heading toward the lower levels. There, Tilan followed the priestess and returned to the plaza, proceeding toward the central statue of Sifnelian.

When they reached the base of the grand statue, there was a three-meter-high stone door. From the outside, it seemed completely sealed, but as they passed through, there was no obstruction, likely designed to block outsiders' sight.

Entering, there was a long tunnel. As it reached the deepest point, a proportionally smaller yet still spacious chapel hall appeared before the girl's eyes. Even before approaching, Tilan's gaze was drawn to the red-haired woman kneeling on one knee in front of an image.

That head of red hair might not be simply described in color; it was closer to flames, faintly emanating a vibrant aura of life, flowing brilliantly with a subtle glow.

When the priestess brought Tilan to the small chapel within the statue, she first bowed and excused herself, then left through a small side door, leaving the hall's space to Tilan and the red-haired woman.

The woman rose, holding a luxurious golden tin staff, dressed in a classical white gown. Her eyes were a faint gold. When she opened them and gazed at Tilan, it made the girl feel a sense of mental intimidation for the first time.

This sense of oppression probably wasn't just the power of Radiant Feather Sequence 7. Tilan had only experienced such feelings from Seraphiel, whose prowess was attributed to the Angel's Descent Ceremony.

Wait a minute, Angel's Descent Ceremony—this intimidation comes from—an actual Angel.