Fang Yu's gaze drifted toward the temple, and his voice lowered.
"You ask what's inside?" he said.
"Then listen, Junior. Let this sage recount a bit of blasphemy,"
The temple loomed behind him, its architecture neither divine nor demonic. Pillars shaped like weeping humanoids reached skyward, their stone flesh scarred with unknown scripts.
Various words were there, left and right, like ancient runes.
The doors was unmoving, massive, yet bore no carvings, only shadows that shifted subtly when you weren't looking.
But looking closely, there were a few red gems up there.
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"This place is not merely a ruin or a simple temple. It is a scar on existence. Long, Long, Long ago, during the era of true gods... Ah, the junior doesn't even have the knowledge about it, first, tell this senior what you know about this place," Fang Yu said.
