"If you want to meet this god, just step through that door. Come on, I'm waiting for you!"
At this point, the solemn and awe-inspiring voice paused for several seconds.
"That is, if you're not afraid!"
Chen Pingchuan's eyebrow twitched. He walked down the stark white path toward a jet-black door. In such an environment, it was a glaring anomaly.
Chen Pingchuan pushed the door, but it offered none of the resistance he had expected.
With a dull, heavy groan, the door swung open. A potent, more sinister aura washed over him like a physical wave, making the hairs on his body stand on end.
The world beyond the door was a colossal palace. Inside was a vast, empty hall where eerie black flames flickered atop candelabras lining the walls. The flames offered no warmth, only a bone-chilling cold.
At the far end of the hall, a massive humanoid statue stood in silence.
The moment Chen Pingchuan's gaze fell upon the statue, he froze. An expression of pure disbelief washed over his face.
