Ten miles of painted corridors, within that secluded valley.
Crack!
Crack!
The crisp sounds of shattering kept on incessantly, like mirror after mirror breaking apart.
With an eerie noise that sent chills down one's spine, the young monk knelt on the ground, gazing at the floating Buddha statue above, his eyes brimming with fanatical fervor. Then, he looked reverently toward the distant lake, a quiet expanse covered with maple leaves, as red as blood.
A hint of both wariness and anticipation flickered across his solemn expression.
He remembered clearly that the deities had told him this place was forbidden and housed an extremely horrifying existence.
Once it awakened, it would bring a huge shock to the entirety of Chang'an, and chaos in Chang'an meant the opportunity for the Incense Religion had truly arrived.
This was indeed a cause for celebration for him.
Wasn't the Empress high above, always wishing to maintain order in the world, to restore peace?
