First Temple

There was a circle of deep dark blood, and Ye Ling's eyes were filled with tears and pain. "I don't believe this ending." The withered ancient palace, the iron crow perched on the ruined tiles, blinked its pale red pupils, and the floating cold feathers "Ah-!" Scattered into a ball of ashes. There are two stone statues at the entrance of the hall, holding candle holders with both hands reverently, and the shadow candles are swaying. Youyan greedily swallowed a mouthful of green fat, and a few wisps of swaying darkness like a smoky snake in the palace wanted to reach out of the palace. The Youyan coiled on the green wax trembled slightly, and the dark invisible body like a smoky snake suddenly ignited with blue fireflies, and a few dark black blood beans escaped from the entrance of the palace, but dissipated into ashes in the next blink of an eye. The darkness stopped flowing, and the Youyan slowly stopped trembling and continued to sleep peacefully on the green candle. Seen from a distance, this palace has no roots and is boundless, standing at the end of the eternal night road. In the void around the green candle melting hole at the entrance of the hall, a frosty haze emerged like a star ring. A silver-brown black shirt came into view. Ye Ling opened his fangs on the horizon and began to sneer. Dragging a scarlet bone spear behind him, accompanied by the sound of the piano that cracked the armor, he slowly stepped towards the ancient palace. On a weathered bronze tablet behind him is a line of mottled and eye-catching words: "Fellow Taoist, please stay!"