Soon, the group arrived before a flight of stone stairs. The stone stairway was over ten meters wide, rose more than twenty meters high, and had approximately fifty to sixty steps, all suffused with an ancient aura. At the top of the stairway stood an imposing stone Stele! The Stele was tens of meters tall, its entire body snow-white, as if crafted from white jade. Upon it, two large characters were engraved:
—Temple!
These two characters, as if etched with iron hooks and silver strokes, emanated a majestic aura. Behind the Stele lay a series of magnificent halls. Some were tens of meters high, others hundreds, and some even soared into the clouds.
"Is this the Temple?" everyone murmured, scanning the buildings with eyes full of curiosity, including Fatty and the Wolf King. Only Qin Feiyang remained unfazed; after all, born in the Imperial Capital, he was not entirely unfamiliar with the Temple.
Fatty asked in a low voice, "Boss, do you know what this Temple is for?"
