Within the Witch God Temple, Ye Chen sat cross-legged before the statue of the Witch God, the throbbing pain in his head causing his face to twist, while cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead.
Fortunately, Ye Chen had experienced the inheritance from the Dragon Pattern Ring, and although the spiritual power in his mind was extremely domineering, he could barely hold on.
Time passed, and gradually the luster on the Witch God statue faded, and several cracks appeared on its surface.
Ye Chen opened his eyes wearily, feeling the complete Witch Scripture in his mind, his eyes revealing a hint of excitement.
I nearly lost my life here, but it was indeed worth it.
Ye Chen stood up from the ground and looked at the statue riddled with cracks, saying solemnly, "I thank the Witch God for imparting knowledge today. I, Ye Chen, will forever engrave this kindness in my heart. If the Witch God Cult faces a crisis in the future, I will surely repay this favor."