Dust-Whipping Pearl

As they spoke, a hazy purple glow suddenly lit up within the temple, dyeing the entire expanse of water a pale violet.

Ripples shimmered with glittering light, beautiful beyond compare.

At the same time, a sacred aura bloomed forth.

Like the last flash of life before death, it restored an air of sanctity to the deathly silent temple.

At the sight, Wu De's face lit up with delight, and he immediately called to Fahai, "Quick, there's a relic inside."

Fahai reacted swiftly as well, immediately charging inside.

Seeing this, Wang Tie Zhu hurried after him.

This temple was anything but ordinary. Not only had it recorded the era of the temple's destruction, but even a single Illusory Shadow of the Dao Ancestor had withstood all manner of attacks from the armored warriors of the divine realm.

In the end, it had taken a god personally intervening to subdue this temple.

It was perfectly normal for such a temple to have left something behind.

This even reminded Wang Tie Zhu of Corpse Burning Room No. 7.

Grandpa's Corpse Burning Room looked somewhat old now, but Grandpa had reinforced it with great care. He wondered whether it could withstand a god's palm strike.

Of course, those thoughts only flashed through Wang Tie Zhu's mind.

What mattered most now was finding out what it was.

The group of humans and beasts quickly arrived at the source of the purple glow.

It was coming from a patch of ruins.

It was the divine statue that had just collapsed. After being crushed into powder, it had formed a mound like a heap of sand.

A column of murkiness drifted down from above like a plume of smoke.

The purple light lay at the very center of the sand mound, at the bottom of the smoky