Xu Yuan opened his eyes and was surprised to find that what lay before him was not the grand hall he was familiar with but a dark space.
"Where is this?"
He narrowed his eyes and looked around, but he couldn't feel the presence of anyone else.
"Here lies the dwelling of the Four Divine Spirits."
An ancient and vicissitudinous voice sounded as if it knew what was on his mind.
"The Four Divine Spirits."
"Indeed."
This time, the ancient voice seemed to carry an overlay of echo, then diverged as if a tree branched into four limbs, becoming the voices of two men and two women.
"The flow of scenery fades quickly, but the inherent fire endures."
"The eyelashes continue to fall, yet hearts remain united in perpetuity."
"Humans and demons, no longer shall there be days of mutual fondness."
"Human, for what purpose do you come seeking?"
As the voices separated, lights of blue, white, purple, and red blossomed in front of Xu Yuan, condensing into silhouettes.