Zhu Minglang walked out of the Imperial Palace and from the high palace walls, he could see the temple glowing brightly in the night.
He bowed in the direction of the temple.
What is worthy of worship need not always be divine.
Carrying this soul bottle, Zhu Minglang planned to return to Fengdeng City, to the Bi Jiang Ting, so he could restore the Weaver Star's three souls and seven spirits.
But before Zhu Minglang could ascend into the night sky, a colossal hand suddenly emerged from the murky clouds, a furry hand like that of a primordial beast appeared without warning over Zhu Minglang's head!!
"Boom!!!!!!"
A thunderous sound shook the air; the sprawling palace walls and the surrounding buildings collapsed one after another, leaving the once resplendent Golden Crow City with a terrifying handprint that pulverized the glazed tiles to dust.
Zhu Minglang crawled out from the rubble, glaring fiercely at the dark clouds above.
He knew things wouldn't be that simple!