At the summit of Shamouti Island, the weather-beaten temple stood tall, exuding an ancient, solemn air. The salty dampness of the sea breeze mingled with the delicate fragrance of some kind of plant incense, forming this place's distinctive scent memory. Ye Li's state of mind was as complex and inscrutable as the vast, surging sea before him. He had imagined his own ending countless times: achieving fame and success amid a vortex of schemes, or being utterly defeated by the forces of justice. Yet he had never expected that he, a core member of a villainous organization lurking in the shadows, would be revered by a group of utterly guileless islanders as the "Chosen One" who would save all living beings. The situation was absurd enough to make him laugh, yet too real for him to evade.
Yet Ye Li was no ordinary man. His resolve was as tough as steel, his thinking swift. After a brief moment of astonishment, he quickly composed himself. Since fate had thrust the identity of the "Chosen One" upon him, he decided to go along with it and turn the situation to his advantage. He would use this unexpected honor as a stepping stone toward realizing his ultimate ambitions.
Guided by the island's highly respected Elder and mysterious Miko, Ye Li passed through one stone doorway after another, finally reaching the heart of the temple. There, just as expected, stood an enormous altar carved from some kind of white crystal. The crystal had the warm luster of jade, yet was indestructible, and gave off a faint glow. The altar's design was ancient and mysterious, its carved lines matching the patterns he had seen on that ancient plate on the Seafoam Islands to an astonishing degree. At the center of the altar were three recessed