The door of the Divine Temple was pushed open.
Cold light projected from the gradually widening door gap, beams of light mixed with dust full of historical weight.
Gapar couldn't help but cough, feeling uncomfortable because of the dust.
This temple seemed to have not been visited for a long time, the traces of history manifested here in the form of accumulated dust for all visitors to see, not knowing how much time has flowed here before he pushed open the door.
When he fully pushed the door open, the temple seemed to suddenly brighten up.
The shadows of night occupied every corner, but the night's light projected from the dome created mottled spots on the dusty ground, illuminating the deep places with original rings of light.
Shrouded by the mottled light was an empty throne.
But there was no dust on it.
Gapar stepped into the temple, enveloping his entire body with Fighting Qi to prevent harmful dust from invading his breath.
