The Prophecy Unfolds (Continued)

As Ye Xiu's soul infused the token, the air was charged with an electric tension, and the massive doors of the Death God Temple creaked open, inviting the group to enter. The sound echoed through the valley, a call to destiny that could not be ignored.

As they stepped into the grand hall, their footsteps echoed off the walls, drawing attention to the imposing throne that dominated the center of the room. Adorned with a glittering crown and scepter, the throne seemed to radiate an aura of power, drawing the gaze of all who entered. The worshippers and supreme elders, their faces aglow with devotion, knelt in reverence, their whispers and murmurs weaving a tapestry of prayer that filled the air.

The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation, as if the very fate of the world hung in the balance, waiting to be revealed within the sacred walls of the Death God Temple. Lan Yue's eyes locked onto the throne, her heart pounding with excitement and trepidation. She knew that this moment was the culmination of centuries of prophecy, the moment when the fate of the world would be decided.

Ye Xiu's eyes seemed to bore into the soul of the child, as if searching for something hidden deep within. The air was thick with tension, as if the very fabric of reality was about to be torn apart. And then, in a voice that was both ancient and eternal, Ye Xiu spoke the words that would change the course of history forever.

"The time of prophecy has come," Ye Xiu said, their voice echoing off the walls of the temple. "The child of destiny has been chosen, and the fate of the world hangs in the balance. Let us proceed, and may the gods guide us on our journey."

As the words faded away, the room fell silent, the only sound the soft breathing of the child. The fate of the world hung in the balance, and the journey was about to begin.