At that moment, a muffled sound suddenly came from the sky, and a strange yellow wind blew up from nowhere, which quickly whipped up, completely blocking the sky in a few moments.
The already dim sky was now completely dark, almost indistinguishable from night.
The surrounding mist was swept up by this strange wind, like a rolling wall of gas approaching, its force was so strong that Shen Luo could hardly walk normally.
Left with no choice, he had to brave the wind, taking one step at a time into the ancient temple.
Just stepping into the mountain gate, Shen Luo was confronted with a headless obese corpse seated in front of him. His heart tightened, and he subconsciously began to activate the Yang Gang Qi to protect himself.
However, when he saw clearly, he found that the corpse was clutching a string of Buddhist beads in its hand, which was unmistakably a clay Maitreya Buddha statue.
