Within the black rock layer, strange lines twisted wildly.
Just one glance.
Jiang Qiao felt as if his head were about to explode.
"Damn it!"
Amid the intense pain, he immediately activated the iron fragment in his hand.
Bzzz—!
The world suddenly fell silent.
The indescribable existence from beyond, and the strange presence beneath the ground, seemed to enter into a standoff at that moment.
The next second.
Jiang Qiao felt as if a flood had slammed into him head-on.
Dizziness, weakness, pain...
It was also at that moment.
The response brought by sacrificing the iron fragment arrived as well, and a dark tunnel emerged behind him.
Before leaving.
He seemed to "see" a flame flare up in the darkness beneath the ground.
After a long while, all the anomalies returned to silence.
At the critical moment, Jiang Qiao successfully opened the tunnel and left this Supernatural place.
Inside the small temple.
One candle after another lit up.
Everything returned to how it had been at the beginning.
Except.
The old man who had answered Jiang Qiao's questions sat quietly in his chair, silently gazing at the statue of the god.
At that moment.
The lifelike statue seemed to have lost some of its color.
It looked unchanged, yet one could clearly sense that it no longer possessed its former spirit.
"Why did I tell you..."
"Heh heh..."
"I don't know why either..."
"Many years ago, He told me you would come..."
"I remained alive..."
"Only to wait."
His hoarse muttering carried a strange gurgling sound in his throat, like the noise a dying person made with their final breath.
He was about to die.
Or rather, he had actually died long, long ago.
Just as he had said himself.
He was merely a ghost from a distant age.
He