Since entering the Bronze Immortal Hall, Chen Wang had encountered Divine Spirit Revival and fought bloody battles all the way here. Only now, upon reaching Central Immortal Mountain, did he finally catch his breath.
Though the Hanging Ghost Scholar looked gloomy and bizarre, he had not made any move to cause actual harm.
Seeing that he bore no hostility, Chen Wang did not act rashly either.
Since countless myths could spread from this place, there were naturally some utterly terrifying things within.
Chen Wang cautiously left the place where the Hanging Ghost Scholar was and then followed the mountain path upward.
The stone steps winding through the mountain carried the feeling of passing years, laden with the weight of history.
Chen Wang made his way up and arrived before the temple.
The temple bore no plaque and looked somewhat dilapidated.
Moss had grown along the eaves and across the ground, while the red paint on the mottled pillars had already peeled away.
With a temple suddenly appearing inside the Bronze Immortal Hall, Chen Wang had no choice but to be more careful.
A statue was enshrined within the temple. It held a Peach Wood Sword, while Pure Qi surged from above its head, making it appear extremely imposing.
Other than that, there was only a meditation cushion before the statue.
The yellowed cushion looked rather worn-out, while everything else appeared utterly ordinary.
No matter how he looked at it, it resembled a temple from an ancient age, without the slightest unusual aura.
Chen Wang raised an eyebrow. "Where is there any scrap metal here?"
Then Chen Wang noticed that although the enormous Incense Burner in the temple was covered in ash, it appeared to be made of metal.
There was much incense ash inside it, carrying the weathered feeling of