Before the temple!
Mo Ke's voice was indifferent yet resolute, as if uttering the simplest of words.
Her voice was so gentle, and she, after all, was but a mortal without significant fluctuations of Spiritual Power, yet at the instant this sentence was heard,
the statue within the temple shook violently, instinctively sensing something amiss, its eyes filled with terror.
Boom!
Gusts of wind surged, waves of black mist billowed out from the statue, enveloping the entire temple.
Within the mist, a face slowly formed, so indifferent and lofty, as if a deity had descended, looking down upon the world of mortals.
Common folk witnessing this scene may have been overtaken by terror, especially the devotees who understood all too well what it signified.
Deity, was awakening!
Even if just a part was stirring, even if it was merely the will descending, it was not something mortals could confront.
