Thousands of miles away, within the island country.
There lay a temple hidden within the mountains and forests.
A few individuals clad in strange and unusual attire were seated in meditation within the grand hall.
The vast hall was devoid of any statues of deities.
Only a variety of peculiar and ancient talismans adorned the space.
"Clang!"
In the exceptionally quiet grand hall,
a sudden, albeit faint, sound echoed.
Yet it was enough to capture everyone's attention.
The woman seated in the place of honor slowly opened her eyes.
Her gaze fell upon the row of wooden racks on the south side.
"Protector, this is terrible, it's Beitiao Jiancilang!"
Someone already rushed forward, picking up the wooden tablet that had fallen from the rack.
And quickly ran back to the woman.
With both hands, they held the shattered tablet.
On it, the name Beitiao Jiancilang was clearly inscribed.
This was his personal name tablet.
Now shattered, it also signified that this person was dead.
