The long rod in the old man's hand was about to rise from the water.
Li Mutian's feet had already sunk into the stinking water, and he constantly felt something touching his feet.
Li Mutian's face turned pale, appearing as if he was about to faint.
Just then, something exploded in his mind.
Li Mutian felt his brain was throbbing with intense pain.
Holding his head and wailing, once the wave of sharp pain passed, he reopened his eyes only to find himself stepping out of that secret chamber again.
He stood on the vast square in front of the empty Divine Temple, where four massive pillars, needing three people to encircle them, rose into the sky in the square's four cardinal directions.
Li Mutian felt as if he had awoken from a nightmare, but once escaped, he realized this was anything but a dream, for the brown duckweed still clung to his ankle.
His expression changed, and he hurriedly brushed off the duckweed, suspecting the duckweed to be the corpse of a Crow.
