Chapter 166: To You, Five Hundred Years Later

As that familiar mechanical sound began to echo, the Eternal Holy Temple bloomed with a splintered gold radiance. The golden roots and stems unfurled in exquisite elegance, emitting a mysterious and ethereal fragrance, as if it were spices from the divine nation in the sky.

The golden branches and leaves danced gracefully, cradling the Deity-like Dark Matter Body. The eyes, swirling with scarlet Magatama, now wept crimson blood, from which endless black flames emerged—indeed, it was the Curse of Origin!

The white-haired boy was swallowed whole.

He was imprisoned within the golden roots, where countless white fibers penetrated his body, as though piercing every nerve and burrowing into the deepest parts of his cells.

His life force drained away wildly.

But the Curse of Origin flowed out like a deluge, spreading in all directions, tracing countless Magatama-like matrices, and finally converging upon that gold sarcophagus.

It penetrated deep into Long Que's body.