Su Lu was certain that there was no belief in the God of Death in this place on the Dragon continent.
Even among the ancestral spirits, there wasn't one who claimed to hold the regalia of death.
"Could it be a great existence from somewhere else... And its influence here has gradually faded away?"
Su Lu drew in a breath; he could feel his palms getting a little sweaty.
If not for the Twilight of the Gods, he would most likely have turned and run by now.
Rashly exploring the church of such an existence, there's a good chance he might attract the attention of the great being and incur some indescribable curses.
"But now, even the Mother Earth Goddess has not projected her power into this place…"
"Isn't this exactly what I'm looking for? Compared to the artifacts and legacies left behind in the legends… the treasures left behind by the gods are more likely to make me wealthy overnight!"
Risk and opportunity coexist!
