Inside the temple, Jun Wu and Mei Ling were stunned by what they found.
Standing at the center of the temple was a massive, complicated ancient rune etched on the ground.
Just a glance, Jun Wu could count thousands of runes linked together. This was just a fraction of the real runes.
However, his attention merely lingered on the rune before his eyes shifted to the person behind the massive, complicated rune.
He could not tell their gender. The person sat on an ancient imposing wooden throne that emitted terrifying pressure.
Mere looking at it made their heart shudder.
A mere throne made them shudder.
Terrifying!
Then what about the person that sat on it?
They dared not continue on the train of thought.
For the person that sat on the throne, the person was garbed in a plain ash robe that looked ordinary, with a hood over its head.
But they would be foolish to think of it like that.
Suddenly, a voice came from beneath the hood. The voice belonged to a woman. It was ancient.
