Moments stretched into eternity as Ye Chen stood before the awe-inspiring Ancestral Totem of the Oceanic Tempest Storm Devil Clan. A shiver coursed through his veins, anticipation mingling with trepidation, as he steadied himself for the imminent encounter.
With bated breath, Ye Chen extended a trembling hand, his fingers brushing against the weathered surface of the totem. The moment his touch made contact, a surge of potent spiritual energy surged through his being, jolting his senses and igniting a symphony of whispers in the depths of his mind.
A voice, cold yet exuding an air of pride, echoed within the recesses of his consciousness. "...You are not a member of my clan. Die!"
Instantaneously, the storm that encircled Ye Chen coalesced into a malevolent force, its intent clear: to rend him asunder, to obliterate the intruder who dared to lay claim to its sacred totem.