In a magnificent and great temple, straight pillars of red and gold supported the four corners of the structure. They were carved with images of dragons and phoenixes and all sorts of strange beasts. Just looking at them made one feel awe.

If anyone was here, they would recognize that this giant temple resembled the Imperial Zenith Hall located deep below the center of the imperial palace.

Both were exactly the same, like a reflection in water, without the slightest deviation.

But this was not the imperial palace.

A figure sat atop a luxurious and majestic dragon throne. One hand gently tapped against the armrest and another hand was placed against the chin. The figure’s eyes opened and closed occasionally. Countless rays of light passed through his eyes, each one as brilliant as an aurora.

“Holy forsaken…” He muttered beneath his breath. The voice was temperate and even gentle. “I don’t believe things are so simple.”

As this voice spread throughout the temple, perhaps because it was too empty and hollow, even though this place was lit up it still seemed cold.

He stood up and took a step forward. It was like a shadow separated from his body. One walked out of the temple, but another...