Long Tian stepped into the temple, instantly swallowed by complete darkness, devoid of even a glimmer of light.
Maintaining his composure, he held his position. Moments later, white mist began to creep up from the ground, engulfing his legs up to his knees.
Simultaneously, light started to pierce through the darkness, revealing the commanding presence of a bald, six-armed man seamlessly intertwined with the mist.
"Welcome to the palace of 'the fallen,' you are the second living being to successfully enter here," the man declared, his voice serene yet profound.
"Who was the first?" Long Tian inquired, his eyes narrowing with curiosity.
"Someone related to time and existence shouldn't be here. Neither should you," the man responded, crossing his arms.
Hearing this, Long Tian furrowed his brow. Someone related to time who shouldn't be here... His mind worked hard to comprehend this.
