The Death Temple seemed to harbor some mysterious power. Not a blade of grass grew around it, leaving the surroundings desolate.
However, vast numbers of living beings came here year-round. With so much traffic, the major factions had built shops near the temple, gradually forming a city.
Space inside the Death Temple was limited, while countless people wanted to enter. Conflicts had often broken out in the past.
To limit the crowds, the Death Temple opened once every ten years for five days. After those five days, it closed again, allowing people to leave but not enter. Anyone wishing to enter would have to wait another ten years.
A barrier surrounded the Death Temple, temporarily keeping everyone outside. The opening had yet to officially begin.
Su Jin glanced at Jiang Ping An, whose expression was slightly weary.
"Junior Brother Jiang, if you sense anything wrong, stop your contemplation immediately. People often die in there."
Wearing a crown, Qi Lu folded his arms and cast a sidelong glance at Jiang Ping An, seemingly offering a friendly reminder.
"Every time the Death Temple opens, hordes of people who overestimate themselves die inside. Only by recognizing your own strength can you live longer."
When he said, "Only by recognizing your own strength can you live longer," he deliberately emphasized the words, as though they carried another meaning.
Jiang Ping An cupped his hands in thanks. "Thank you for the reminder. I cherish my life more than anyone."
Hum!
A resonant vibration came from the direction of the Death Temple, and the barrier surrounding it gradually dimmed.
The noisy crowd before the temple fell silent for an instant, then erupted in waves of voices.
"The Death Temple is opening!"
"This is my last chance to participate. I have to comprehend as much of the