Chapter 1270: Primeval Motherworld
Dark green starlight flowed through a rift in space-time, becoming like moonlight glimmering on an endless black glacier. As the light went on, it spread out over the entire glacier until it was like the canopy of heaven over a world. Beneath that canopy was a temple that had existed for countless years, which was emanating a faint, mysterious light. Other than that, everything was dark.
It was impossible to see anything within the gloom. However, it was possible to hear hair-raising cries. There were also sounds like chewing and the snapping of bones, as well as disgusting swallowing sounds that would cause one’s hair to stand on end.
As for the mysterious light, it was only around the temple, which was illuminated hazily. From a distance, it looked like a candle burning in the night.
The temple was deep underneath the frozen glacier. Innumerable years had passed in which no one disturbed it. Deep within the temple were twelve badly damaged statues of gods. Thēy were circled around a red altar, atop which... was a bronze door, standing upright.
The bronze door opened silently, and a figure slowly emerged from the darkness beyond. He wore a black robe, had violet hair, was tall and slender, and had a mesmerizing face. As he looked around with a vigilant expression, his entire person pulsed with a terrifying aura. He was... Xu Qing, who had just experienced a teleportation via the star ring hemp!
Where am I...?
He immediately sent his divine will out to scan the area. He was ready for anything. Unfortunately, he had no idea where he was. All his divine will revealed to him was that this place was extremely ancient and full of intense pressure! His cultivation base, his divine will, and everything else about him was under immense pressure. He couldn’t even fly.
Xu Qing’s brow furrowed. Thankfully, though his divine will was severely limited, he could sense the twelve damaged statues surrounding the altar. Thēy were gruish in appearance, yet were also indescribably holy. Thēy were covered in deep slash marks, like growth rings left behind by the claws of some terrifying entity.
Considering how large thēy were, and how large everything else was in this place, Xu Qing felt like he had come to a kingdom of giants. He seemed insignificant.
Is this a temple?
His eyes narrowed as he studied his surroundings more closely. However, he didn’t identify anything unusual. Eventually, he stepped onto the altar. When his shoes touched the blood-red tiles, a red liquid oozed out from beneath his feet. It floated about gruishly, as if it were blood that was waking up.
Xu Qing’s eyes flashed, but he kept walking. He wanted to get out of this temple and have a look around to determine where he was.
