The sixty-second year of the Tian Yuan Era.
December.
The autumn air was crisp, and the golden osmanthus filled the air with fragrance.
Amid lush green mountains and clear waters, the land seemed forgotten by time. Everywhere the eye could see was untouched wilderness.
Mist curled and surged among the mountains like gauze, enshrouding the entire region in an isolated secret realm. It was impossible not to think of the legendary Tao Hua, tranquil and mysterious.
Yet in this desolate place stood an inconspicuous little temple.
The temple occupied no more than a hundred square meters. Its gray bricks and dark tiles were simple and weathered.
The only strange thing was that even the most dilapidated temple would bear some identifying mark. Yet this little temple had neither plaque nor signboard, as though it had deliberately hidden its own name.
Inside, the furnishings were simple. A divine statue with indistinct features stood silently within, making its identity difficult to discern.
More bizarrely, faint light occasionally flickered around the statue, appearing and vanishing with an air of wonder and mystery, as though it contained some unknown power.
Suddenly, a low hum rang out before the statue.
A pitch-black fissure tore through the void and slowly opened inside the temple.
A figure slowly emerged from within. Its outline flickered in and out of view, each step seeming to shatter space, giving it an unreal, hazy quality.
Yet upon closer inspection, one would find that the figure's outline was ninety-nine percent identical to that of the statue. "After leaving the City Beast World, my power really is weakening rapidly."
Su Mo slowly clenched his fist, feeling the formidable power within him quickly recede before finally stabilizing at roughly the level of an advanced Main God.
Just as obtaining City Beast authority had granted