The Statue of the Holy Maiden of the Dragon Clan stood 108 ters tall, with ancient and exquisite attire and a figure in an ascending dance pose. It was beautiful yet solemn, with an imposing aura.
It was the tallest structure in the Dragon King Temple and a landmark building of the Mu Continent.
Below the pedestal of the Statue of the Holy Maiden of the Dragon Clan was the Treasure Hall of the Dragon King Temple, built of marble. The walls inside were adorned with colorful murals depicting "Dragon Dance" and "Celestial Auspiciousness," which could not be seen from inside a submarine—only by entering the hall.
In front of the Dragon King Temple’s Treasure Hall lay an 80,000-square-ter sacrificial plaza, featuring a sacred altar, with dragon-thed parks flanking either side.
Each year, during the national sacrificial ceremonies, people would co here to pray for the peace and prosperity of the country.
The entire exterior of the Dragon King Temple was covered by a hemispherical protective shield acting as a waterproof layer.
It was designed to emulate how the ancient Saintess of the Dragon Clan used the dragon’s soul as a seal to prevent the sea from invading the Mu Continent.
Every household in the Mu Continent employed a similar design for their waterproofing.
Even after tens of millions of years, the gratitude of the Mu Continent’s people towards the Saintess of the Dragon Clan had not diminished.
Many people, when encountering difficulties, liked to visit the Dragon King Temple to pay their respects to the Saintess, praying she would bless them all.
Elder Mada Bai was a devout follower. Upon arriving at the Dragon King Temple, she pulled Si Mingjing along to burn incense and offer prayers.
Standing in the plaza and looking up at the 108-ter-tall colossal Statue of the Holy Maiden of the Dragon Clan, Si Mingjing felt inexplicably dizzy.
She scrutinized the face of the Statue of the Holy Maiden and found it as exquisite as if it were God’s most outstanding sculpture. It was just that... it differed quite a bit from her own appearance.
The Statue of the Holy Maiden before her more closely resembled the Mu Continent people’s idealized vision of the perfect woman, with every feature as ticulously crafted as possible.
It wasn’t that she considered herself ugly, but... there’s always a slight difference between the seller’s product photos and what the buyer receives; it’s like a filter has been added!
She couldn’t help but ask, "Is this what the Saintess looked like?"
"Why wouldn’t she look like this?"
Elder Mada Bai, the Saintess’s most devout follower, shot her a reproachful look. "Good child, co on, let’s go buy so incense. We must pray to the Saintess thoroughly today. Your grandmother prayed earnestly before the Statue of the Holy Maiden for a whole month, and that is how you were born into the Bai Family."
Si Mingjing followed slowly, feeling no particular interest in worshipping herself. She was more interested in seeing the murals on the walls of the Treasure Hall.
As they walked, she asked, "Grandmother, what was the Saintess’s na?"
"Who knows? Isn’t the Saintess just called the Saintess?"
Elder Mada Bai approached the incense seller, requested a few sticks, lit them, and then led Si Mingjing to pay tribute to the Saintess.
She handed three sticks of incense to everyone, including Mo Yinhe.
"Since we’re here, let us all pray. Praying can ward off disasters and misfortunes."
Clutching her three incense sticks, Ye Siyuan said, "I heard that if you pray to the Saintess of the Dragon Clan, whatever you wish for will co true. Can one also find love this way?"
She had visited the Mu Continent before and prayed for love before the Statue of the Holy Maiden of the Dragon Clan. Unfortunately, the Saintess did not bless her, and she left the Mu Continent crying, escorted by her biological brother.
Elder Mada Bai responded, "Of course. If you pray more, your marriage with Crown Prince Lisao will soon co to pass. You must be devout; it won’t work without devotion."
Ye Siyuan’s face instantly flushed.
She held her three incense sticks, bowed in prayer, and closed her eyes to make a wish.
After she had made her wish, Mo Yinhe, guessing what she had wished for, poured cold water on her hopes: "As the Sea God of Atlantis, you’ve co all the way to the Mu Continent to pray to the Saintess. How promising."
Ye Siyuan huffed, "When in Ro, do as the Romans do, Brother. You should pray too. Ask the Saintess to bless you with even more children, and if there are any, may you reunite with them soon."
Mo Yinhe appeared indifferent. Holding his three incense sticks to the side, he seed to offer a casual prayer before placing the incense in the burner.
In reality, no one knew that Mo Yinhe had prayed three tis in his heart, each ti silently saying: "Bless my Mingjing, may her life be smooth and easy; bless my children, may they grow up healthy and accomplished."
Si Mingjing was also making a wish. After she finished, she placed her three incense sticks into the incense burner.
Ye Siyuan walked over, sidled up to Si Mingjing, and asked in a gossipy tone, "Mingjing, what did you wish for?"
Si Mingjing replied with a faint smile, "Wishes don’t co true if you tell them."
She wished to herself that she and Mo Yinhe would never again be separated in this life, in this world.
She took Mo Yinhe’s hand and said, "Co on, let’s go inside and look around."
Mo Yinhe nodded and accompanied her into the Treasure Hall.
In the plaza of the Dragon King Temple, there were not only devout believers but also many tourists, creating a clamor of voices.
However, upon entering the Treasure Hall, everyone consciously fell silent.
So tour groups had guides who explained the murals inside, the history of the Dragon King Temple, and the legend of the Dragon Clan’s Saintess.
Inside the Treasure Hall, there were not only murals filled with a sense of mystery but also a Koi Pond.
In the Koi Pond, a few small red Little Liyu were swimming about.
The guide said, "Everyone, please co this way. Do you see this Koi Pond? Legend has it that after the Dragon Clan’s Saintess sacrificed herself to save the Mu Continent, she was sealed on the protective shield for a hundred years. After that, she lost all her cultivation and turned into a red Little Jinli. Therefore, in the Mu Continent, the Little Jinli is a nationally protected fish. It is never allowed to be served at the table. If discovered, it will be prosecuted as a criminal offense."
A curious tourist asked, "What? Was the Dragon Clan’s Saintess destined to remain a Little Jinli forever? What happened next?"
The guide continued, "Legend has it that later on, a man who deeply loved her accumulated rit for her..."
"Who was it?"
The tourists were always particularly interested in tales of romance.
The guide said mysteriously, "Legend has it that he was a very handso man."
The tourists began to discuss animatedly again: "Of course! If he wasn’t tall, rich, and handso, how could he be a match for the Saintess? What was his na?"
The guide didn’t know this. Legends from tens of thousands of years ago had been passed down to the present, with more than a dozen versions existing as rumors spread like wildfire.
"Could the Saintess really leap over the Dragon Sect like a carp and beco part of the Dragon Clan again?"
"Could it be Si Mingjing? Isn’t it said that she’s the Dragon Clan’s only dragon woman?"
"Then wouldn’t Crown Prince Yinhe of Atlantis be that tall, rich, and handso man?"
"Hahaha..."
These were all just legends. The guide told stories, and the tourists discussed them and joked around, but not many took them seriously.
Si Mingjing, however, pricked up her ears and listened carefully.
She knew it was Mo Yinhe who had accumulated rit for her, allowing her to leap over the Dragon Sect and once again beco a noble mber of the Dragon Clan, the Mu Continent’s only dragon woman.
She leaned into Mo Yinhe’s embrace, deeply moved, and deliberately looked up to ask, "Was it you?"
Mo Yinhe listened and then chuckled, "Are you the Dragon Clan’s Saintess?"
"Maybe I am."
Mo Yinhe’s brows furrowed slightly as he said, "My Mingjing only needs to be my darling. There’s no need for her to take on the title of Saintess just for appearances."
This Saintess of the Dragon Clan, with great righteousness in her heart, had sacrificed herself for the sake of everyone else. Mo Yinhe did not want his Mingjing to be self-sacrificing in that way. He felt the title "Saintess of the Dragon Clan" was a shackle. However, he had indeed completed a hundred tasks to bring about Mingjing’s rebirth from ashes. Mo Yinhe couldn’t help but fall into deep thought. Surely it couldn’t be, could it?
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