Where Bai Chen stopped was where he wanted to go: the centre of the sacred temple. The gate glowed golden and had carved into it ancient patterns. He inhaled deeply to suppress the pain and excitement.
He had been able to reach this point without losing his life. That meant there were no more dangers. All of the obstacles were no more.
Bai Chen breathed in again. His spirit qi was almost depleted. He was lucky that there was still some left, otherwise he would not have been able to even open the gate.
Then, Bai Chen reached out his wounded and bloodied hands and touched the glowing gate. He pushed it open.
The gate was slowly opened. The light that it radiated was gorgeously blinding.
Bai Chen had to cover his eyes since he could not look directly at the light.
Once the light faded, Bai Chen lowered his hand. It was a beautiful golden room. It was very shiny.