Ye Qingchen struggled in a sea of chaos, feeling as if he was trapped in endless darkness.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but his consciousness gradually awoke. However, his mind was still clouded, and his limbs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
Ye Qingchen tried to open his eyes, and the scene before him gradually became clear.
"Where is this place?"
Ye Qingchen opened his eyes and found himself lying on a cold stone slab, surrounded by a dim space.
Above his head was a tall arched ceiling, intricately carved with patterns and runes, glowing faintly as if telling some ancient tale.
Huge stone pillars were embedded in the walls around him, each carved with totems of divine beasts in various forms, lifelike as if they might leap from the walls at any moment.
The entire Ancient Temple appeared deep and mysterious, with old lampstands on the walls emitting a faint fiery glow that cast a dim yellow light.
