Qishen

Inside the Temple of Divergence.

The enormous ancient temple, tinted with a mysterious shade, exuded an aura of antiquity. It stood empty, chaotic, and serene.

Upon an ancient throne of gold, a skeletal figure sat perched above, surrounded by dozens of similarly ancient thrones. Behind these thrones loomed a massive, enigmatic statue.

Snickering...

After a strange noise, a glimmer of light flickered in the eye sockets of the golden skeleton.

"Zhen Wuyang!"

"Hmm, is it really him?"

"I didn't expect his nose to be so keen, discovering the Temple of Divergence so quickly."

"Ah, kill him, kill him."

"Traitor, I want him dead."

At the same time, all the skeletons on the dozens of ancient thrones awakened, their eyes filled with anger. They roared the name Zhen Wuyang, indicating how much they loathed him.