Under the cover of night, Shenlong slipped through the gates of the clan, leaving the world he had known behind. He traveled swiftly and quietly, his senses alert as he ventured deeper into unfamiliar territory. The road to the Temple of the Forgotten was long, winding through dense forests, treacherous mountains, and regions rumored to be inhabited by powerful demonic beasts.
Days passed, each one filled with encounters that tested his skill and resilience. He faced beasts he had only read about in clan scrolls, their strength formidable, but his determination pushed him onward. The teachings embedded in the Qin pendant became his lifeline, guiding him in ways that seemed both natural and foreign.
As he crossed into the remote region where the temple was said to be hidden, a sudden chill filled the air. Shenlong halted, sensing a presence—a powerful energy that seemed to pulse from deep within the surrounding mountains. It was as if the land itself was alive, watching his every move.
His eyes scanned the horizon until he saw it: a faint, weathered stone path, barely visible beneath the overgrowth. This, he knew, was the road to the Temple of the Forgotten.