The gate of the Twisted Temple was less a gate than a dark-red fleshly slit that constantly writhed, opening and closing.
Viscous liquid dripped from the edges of the slit, giving off a strange stench that mingled with the strong smell of blood and sandalwood.
Qin Chuan stepped inside without the slightest hesitation.
The sight beyond the gate was even more crazily bizarre than the domain outside.
The temple's interior had none of the structure of a traditional building. It was more like the inside of a gigantic creature's organs.
Dark-red flesh covered every inch of space, pulsing constantly like a living, mutated heart.
Countless twisted blood vessels and nerve bundles coiled and spread across the walls, floor, and dome. They glowed faintly, forming a bizarre scene that desecrated the sacred.
The turbulent energy in the air had grown so dense that it was almost tangible, pressing against every inch of space.
Chaotic spiritual mutterings were everywhere, like background noise, attempting to burrow into the mind and corrupt the will.
"This is... the core region influenced by the Shiva Divinity Fragment?"
Qin Chuan looked around, his gaze calm and emotionless.
A shield formed from the power of the Shadow Domain kept all the corrosive forces outside. He seemed to be walking through a world independent of this madness.
His senses were firmly locked onto the deepest part of the temple.
That was the source of all the energy and chaotic will.
"Out...sider..."
A voice that was clearer than before, yet even grander and more chaotic, exploded directly in the depths of his consciousness.
This time, it was no longer a simple warning or expression of greed. Instead, it carried an air of lofty judgment, as though a deity were looking down upon an ant.
"You... have... disturbed... the... god's... slumber..."