Yan Zhu began to walk toward the golden plate, but just after two steps, his gaze was completely drawn to the divine throne in the distance.
"This is the divine throne... It's said that only deities and their avatars are qualified to descend upon the divine throne..."
"I am a Shaman..."
"I worship the deities, I..."
"I... can..."
Yan Zhu's eyes started to redden, a wild ambition filled his chest, making his heart and all his blood boil.
Almost uncontrollably, he walked toward the divine throne.
But after just two steps, still a full nine zhang away from the throne, he suddenly heard the roaring thunder in his ears, as if the deity was enraged from above the nine heavens.
The wrath of the deity, mighty and intimidating, shattered his soul.
Yan Zhu instantly fell to his knees, his whole body trembling, not daring to lift his head.
His ambition, together with the blood in his body, grew cold.
