In this game dungeon, it was almost evening. The game character that Qi Ming had transformed into was a Daoist from the east.
In the game screen, the game character that Qi Ming had transformed into was dressed in a green robe and held a horsetail whisk. His expression was calm, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes. He raised his head and stared at the Dawn Temple in front of him.
The temple was tall and magnificent. It was dazzling and shiny. It sat in the center of the city. There were believers coming and going. They had firm beliefs in their God.
In the evening, the light of dusk shone on the ground, dyeing the temple in front of him with a layer of faint yellow light. A shadow fell, and in this shadow…
A strange murmur sounded.
Vicious tentacles, squirming flesh, screaming faces, despairing cries…
"Dawn Temple."
