I won't describe the climbing process in detail here.
Beichuan Si had returned to the Shenzhu Shrine, where a ghostly firelight still flickered in the main hall of the shrine.
The entire shrine complex was surprisingly simple, its front obscured by the main hall of the shrine, leaving only the general outline of the structures visible in the back.
With his energy replenished, he no longer hesitated, stepped onto the wooden path, and walked straight towards the front door of the shrine's main hall.
Perhaps due to the rain yesterday, the entire wooden path had been submerged in murky water.
Beichuan Si stepped on the water and approached the wooden path, feeling the warmth gradually stripping away from his body.
The door of the temple was tightly shut, and Beichuan Si's fingers, gripping the crack tightly, couldn't pry it open.
It was as if it were connected to this space.
Beichuan Si took two steps back, and a cold glint from Jian Ding shot through his hand.