The nine old wells were abysmally deep and the bottom could not be seen. Darkness enveloped the well and no one knew where it led. It added a touch of majesty and mystery to the ancient and glorious Xuan Huang Temple.
The temple itself was decorated with dragons at the edges of the roof, three hundred and sixty five golden studs were set in the huge red door. The sense of vicissitude lingered in every corner of the place. The closer he was, the more Meng Qi could sense the ancient and mystical feeling from the original owner of the temple.
He opened his eyes and his gaze landed on Zhao Qian, the former crown prince of Tai Jing, suspected to be an incarnation of Maitreya, and Bi Jingxuan, the Primeval Deity as he paid them no attention. He walked to the edge of the door and slowly lifted his right hand.
