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After carefully inspecting the temple complex, Li Huowang headed back to the path in the mountains.
Gently patting Mantou's head, Li Huowang, with lips pursed and without uttering a word, continued onward.
It wasn't long before Li Huowang discovered another of the Cross Temple constructions, which seemed to be concentrated in the area.
This particular Cross Temple was clearly more complete—the head of the divine oxen statues had not disappeared without a trace.
The head of the divine oxen was charred black, as if it too had suffered the torment of flames.
Yet, carved upon such a head were expressions of intense jealousy and extreme longing.
Staring with what had become two lumps of charred coal for eyes, the statue gazed straight up at something above the temple.
Li Huowang also looked up, only to see at the top of the temple a montage of things combined with an assortment of colors and shapes.
