As he entered, the originally two-meter-wide circular vortex seemed to have triggered some condition, and immediately shrank and cut off the entrance.
At the original spot, only a stick of incense still wafting smoke remained, surrounded by silence as if all living creatures had been killed in an instant.
...
Goo-zz~
Goo-zz~
Xu Shu narrowed his eyes and passed through the passage.
This place was initially very narrow, only allowing a person through, and then it became tighter, as if the gray-white walls of unknown material were squeezing him.
A few dozen steps forward, it finally opened up, a vast expanse of ancient temple architecture appeared before his eyes.
Underfoot was the peak of a green mountain, and the air seemed to carry a faint misty rain, with whispering sounds of chanting in his ears.
There was a tall tower on each side of the temple, and the sound of bells occasionally echoed from the tops, calling out to each other.
