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Beneath the crimson remnants of the setting sun, the broken temple stood among the desolate grasses as if time had come to a complete halt.
The main structure of the temple was incomplete, with most of the architecture weathered into dust over the long course of time, its beams cracked, and the wood turned to sand.
Chu Zheng sidled into the temple, activating his Spiritual Eye, and cautiously observed his surroundings.
There were no arrays, no traces of battle, no special fluctuations of spiritual energy, and the occasional pop-up information on the panel was about exceedingly common objects.
After scanning the area, Chu Zheng turned his gaze towards the broken divine statue seated high upon the sacred platform.
The statue was a shade of teal-gray, with its upper half shattered, only the broad hem of its robes visible, the lines simple yet rugged.
Chu Zheng examined it for a while, and promptly the panel sent a prompt.
