The commotion at the Death Temple died down after a good while.
Wu Wang mingled among the minor gods who had come to watch, gazing from a distance at the scene.
Layers of Divine Power crisscrossed, and innumerable beams of Divine Light stained the night sky.
Scorching lava overflowed from the volcano, as if at any moment a chaotic beast would crawl out of the lava lake and launch a surprise attack on the Heaven Palace.
Above it, dark clouds rumbled. Volcanic ash mixed with the clouds, continuously releasing bolts of lightning.
At that moment, the Death Temple was enveloped by layers of golden light. From time to time, a dark beam of light would tear through the golden restraints.
The Head Manager floated above the Death Temple; the golden light was indeed scattered by his hand.
