As he watched everyone leave, the darkness beneath Lin Feng's feet churned and roiled like Xia thunderclouds.
Wrapped in darkness, Zuan Wangye Temple seemed not to belong to this place.
Amid that vast darkness, Lin Feng looked like a god or demon.
Oh, no—he already was one.
Lin Feng let one hand hang at his side, holding a Curse Seal, while he raised the other, gripping his Dharma Sword. A silent command spread out from the Divine Temple.
[Go, all of you]
In the shadows beneath his feet, an Uncanny village slowly unfurled like an ancient painted scroll.
Within the village, a Guesthouse loomed indistinctly.
Someone stood behind the Guesthouse counter, but at that moment, his face looked very much like Lin Feng's.
The village covered a larger area than the Divine Temple. After those people left, the Uncanny village that had appeared on the border between the two provinces emerged again, engulfing the temple's original grounds and taking its place.
This was a different kind of "Jin Family Town," an Uncanny. The Uncanny was not merely a person; it was a phenomenon.
Such phenomena frequently appeared in eras when human aura declined and the five qi ran rampant.
Now that humanity flourished, scenes like this rarely appeared. When they did, they lasted only a few hours, or emerged after some abnormal event before vanishing just as quickly.
After everyone left, this place became an Uncanny village, a territory where "the living must not enter." Everyone seemed to have forgotten that this young man was also a tourist, not the caretaker of this historical site. When everyone else left, he should have left too. In Xia, Zuan Wangye Temple opened at eight thirty in the morning and closed at five in the afternoon; in winter, it opened at