The underground godly temple was pitch black, full of humidity, and grim looking; even though, in the far distance, there was a lit Buddhist torch on top of the pagoda, the light couldn’t dissipate this darkness.

No one knew why this godly temple sunk into the ground for the past few thousand years, or why the buddhist torch still was lit; it radiated a divine light, just like the lotus seat’s light, traveling towards all four directions.

The shape of the lotus seat was the same as a human’s footprint.

The two people standing on the lotus seat were Feng Feiyun and Dongfang Jingyue.

The two were originally like fire and water, refusing to stand beside each other, but at this moment, they were leaning on each other like one’s figure and shadow. Even though Feng Feiyun was just a young adult, his stature was not small. With a wide chest and standing at seven feet tall, he was seemingly higher than Dongfang Jingyue by half of a head.

The lotus seat was truly too small as there was not enough space for one person standing on top, let alone two people squeezing together. Dongfang Jingyue was standing in front of Feng Feiyun, but her orientation was that of leaning close to his chest.

Dongfang Jingyue was...