The Basilica Hall stood at the very peak of Saintlight Peak.

The structure rose high and solemn, vast enough to overwhelm the eye. It was built entirely from rare holy jade of light, each piece steeped in sacred radiance for countless years. A soft golden glow flowed from its surface.

It wasn’t blinding or harsh, but it carried a quiet authority that made anyone who looked at it instinctively lower their gaze.

From a distance, the entire hall seemed forged from light itself—standing in silence between heaven and earth, embodying a holiness and permanence untouched by time.

The main doors towered three hundred yards high. Carved across their massive surface was the creation myth of the celestials—sun and moon, stars, mountains and rivers, forests and fields, and the countless living races. Every figure was so vivid it felt alive, as if the doors contained the power of an entire world.

Above them hung a massive plaque inscribed with four ancient words in the script of the elder celestials: Basilica Hall.

The strokes were ancient and forceful. Each line shimmered with holy radiance, and within that glow, the faint echo of a greater law seemed to ripple through the air. One glance was enough to unsettle the mind and leave no room for disrespect.