And the once stable structure had become shaky and was on the verge of collapse at any moment.
Sighing, Jiang Hui forcefully restrained the urge to kill Emperor Cang, stepped over the temple threshold, and completely entered.
The space inside the temple was not very large; one could grasp its size at a glance, but it still conveyed a sense of vastness and grandeur, indicating its precious status in bygone days.
In the center stood a golden statue over ten meters tall, but it was dirty and dilapidated, its original appearance no longer discernible.
Beside the golden statue.
Sat a figure of matchless grace, resembling a fairy from the lunar palace misplaced in the mortal realm.
With her green garments fluttering, the woman's eyes were tightly closed, and her brows slightly furrowed, adding a touch of melancholy but failing to conceal her extraordinary elegance and unparalleled beauty.
Such elegance.
It was indeed no one else but Willow God.