The path grew steeper as Shenlong followed it up the mountain, winding through dense trees and jagged rocks. As he neared the summit, a powerful aura washed over him—an energy far stronger than anything he had encountered before. Shenlong's hand moved to the pendant, feeling it resonate in response.
Suddenly, a figure appeared, cloaked in mist. It was a guardian spirit, an ancient beast with scales that shimmered like silver in the moonlight, its eyes glowing with a fierce intelligence. It regarded him with curiosity and wariness, as if assessing his worth.
"Who dares approach the Temple of the Forgotten?" the guardian's voice echoed through the air, its tone both regal and foreboding.
Shenlong held his ground, his heart steady. "I am Shenlong, heir to a forgotten legacy. I seek the temple's wisdom, to unlock the path that lies hidden within me."
The guardian studied him for a moment, then spoke again. "Many have come seeking the temple's power, but few have proven themselves worthy. You must face three trials: the Trial of Wisdom, the Trial of Courage, and the Trial of Heart. Only then may you enter."
Shenlong nodded, his gaze unwavering. He had come this far; he would not turn back now. "I accept the trials."
With a nod, the guardian spirit vanished, leaving Shenlong alone in silence. A mysterious light appeared on the ground before him, illuminating the way to the first trial. Shenlong took a deep breath and stepped forward, ready to face whatever lay ahead.