Under the dim light of the sky, the ancient temple gates exuded an aura of age-old mystery.
Duan Yun had previously accessed similar memories when trembling over the female corpse.
Except that the palace of the temple was golden, resembling the Golden Palace spoken of in the Martial World, rather than this ancient dilapidation.
He couldn't help but recall what the female corpse had said—"Danger! At 5 a.m., danger! Under the Golden Tree, golden leaves, and beneath the leaves, there is a shadow..."
At this time, it seemed not much different from 5 a.m.
Could there truly be a Golden Tree here, and what is the shadow beneath it?
The dead village elder's sneak attack had interrupted his memory reading.
But it doesn't matter; whatever is inside, he'll know once he sees it.
Just then, a chill wind blew by, and the surrounding vines swayed like serpents, creating a ghostly atmosphere.
Even Duan Yun felt a chill down his spine.
This is the human instinct, a fear of the unknown.
