Zhan Shen: It’s Just a Sacrifice, How Can I Become a Villain?

462: The ruined Temple of HeavenMount Lingjiu, with wind and snow filling the sky.

However, at the foot of Mount Lingjiu, which is perpetually covered in ice and snow, there is a lake that never freezes.

This lake is like a mirror, remaining undisturbed even after tens of thousands of years.

The reflection of Mount Lingjiu shimmers on the lake’s surface; from a distance, the two are symmetrical, appearing grand and magnificent between the water and reality, forcing one to marvel at the Divine Power of the gods.

The Tian Shen Temple of the India Divine Kingdom is located on Mount Lingjiu.

However, outsiders do not know that the true entrance to the Tian Shen Temple is not on this mountain peak, but rather hidden within the reflection on the lake’s surface.

The cautious India gods, in order to better protect the Divine Kingdom, used Divine Power to create such an illusion to interfere with the investigations of other Divine Kingdoms.

Song Zhong stood by the lake, gazing at the snow-capped reflection.

As a Transmigrator, he naturally knew that the true entrance to the Tian Shen Temple was within the reflection.

However, at this moment, his brows were slightly furrowed, because Song Zhong suddenly noticed that the lakeside, which had been unchanged for tens of thousands of years, was now occasionally rippling.

And in the moments when those ripples appeared and vanished, faint traces of Cthulhu aura would dissipate.

“It seems that something indeed happened here at the Tian Shen Temple, no wonder Yang Jian was so severely injured,” Wang Mian said, looking at the lake.

Zhou Ping, Xia Simeng, and Athena also noticed the anomaly here.

“Lord Song Zhong, what should we do next?” Athena asked.

At this time, Athena’s Divine Power was abundant; when she left Crete Island, Athena had already joined Song Zhong’s Ghost Country.

Now Song Zhong had merged with the fate of Olympus, and Athena had converted her faith to Song Zhong, so for Athena, the demise of Olympus had no impact on her.

Song Zhong looked at the somewhat eerie Lingjiu Lake, lost in thought.

Now, to clarify the situation, they had no choice but to go into the Tian Shen Temple.

“Nothing ventured, nothing gained; it seems we must go to the Tian Shen Temple to see,” Song Zhong said.

“But I heard that the entrance to the Tian Shen Temple is very secret, and the India gods have never revealed it to the outside world, how do we get in?” Zhou Ping asked.

Song Zhong pointed to the reflection on the lake and said, “The entrance is right beneath our feet.”

With that, a surge of Divine Power erupted from Song Zhong’s finger, and he activated his ability [Rain Realm Ripple]; instantly, tens of thousands of ripples appeared on the previously calm lake surface.

These ripples were irregular, looking as if tens of thousands of mischievous children had simultaneously thrown a large pile of stones into the lake.

The ripples collided and spread.

And Song Zhong’s Divine Power also freely moved through the lake with those ripples.

Song Zhong concentrated, carefully sensing every subtle change in Lingjiu Lake.

Suddenly, Song Zhong locked onto an area in the lake.

Just now, with countless collisions of the Divine Power ripples, Song Zhong noticed that each time the Divine Power reached this area, it would mysteriously disappear.

“The entrance is over here, follow me.”

Song Zhong rose and flew into the lake; Zhou Ping and the others immediately followed, watching as Song Zhong reached the middle part of Mount Lingjiu’s reflection and plunged towards the position of an ancient tree.

Under the gaze of Zhou Ping and the others, Song Zhong plunged straight into the lake, but unexpectedly, the lake surface showed no reaction; Song Zhong seemed to vanish into thin air, disappearing without a trace.

Zhou Ping and the others exchanged glances, then also dove into the lake.

As their bodies entered Lingjiu Lake, Zhou Ping and the others did not feel the suffocating sensation of entering water; instead, it felt as if they had entered another world.

The surroundings were pitch black, and even though Zhou Ping and the others had already ascended to the level of gods, they still felt a strange sense of void.

However, this process was very brief; soon, Zhou Ping and the others felt a force pull them out of that sense of void.

The few of them opened their eyes, instantly stunned by the sight before them.

A huge, dilapidated temple stood before them; the steps, made of massive blue stones, were covered with countless pits and holes, looking as if they had been corroded by a large amount of strong acid.

The originally magnificent golden temple gate had now turned into a pile of fragments, the temple walls were shattered, and there were traces of fire everywhere.

Clearly, a major battle had taken place here earlier.

“This… what happened? How did the Tian Shen Temple become like this?” Zhou Ping asked.

Wang Mian took a step forward, “Let me see what exactly happened here.”

With that, a silver stream of light appeared from Wang Mian’s body; he intended to use the Law of Time to reverse time and see what had happened here.

But just as Wang Mian’s Law of Time power appeared, countless deformed black flying insects flew out from amidst the broken walls and ruins.

Those insects seemed particularly sensitive to the Law of Time, flying in swarms towards Wang Mian.

Wang Mian was startled and was about to defend himself when he saw a nine-colored flame appear in front of him.

That flame seemed alive, directly attaching itself to those deformed insects.

“Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!”

The strange insects emitted piercing sounds, and some even flapped their wings, attempting to extinguish the flame.

But Song Zhong’s nine-colored flame was no ordinary thing; how could it be extinguished by these insects?

The flame burned brighter and brighter, and these strange insects immediately became fuel for the fire, turning into a pile of ashes.

“Thank you, Lord of the Kingdom, for saving me,” Wang Mian said, bowing.

“No problem, I didn’t expect Cthulhu monsters to still be here; it seems the India gods just fought against Cthulhu.”

Hearing Song Zhong’s words, a question simultaneously arose in the minds of the few.

“Lord of the Kingdom!” Zhou Ping walked over, “Among the Cthulhu gods, only the Black Goat has revived, and in the previous fishing village incident, the Black Goat was severely wounded.

And the India Divine Kingdom has always been the Divine Kingdom with the most complete preserved strength.

With the Black Goat’s current ability, he has no way to devour the entire India Divine Kingdom.”

“Yes,” Athena also frowned, “Among the India gods, although Shiva fell very early, Brahma and Vishnu are not ordinary Supreme Gods.

Moreover, the India gods are numerous, and their abilities are even more bizarre; if we consider it solely from the perspective of destroying a nation, destroying the India Divine Kingdom is the most difficult.”

Xia Simeng looked at everyone; she felt a bit overwhelmed now, as analyzing such matters was her weakest point, and at this moment, she felt that everyone’s words made sense.

Song Zhong looked at the shattered Tian Shen Temple and said, “Don’t be in a hurry to draw conclusions; let’s go inside and see first.”

With that, Song Zhong stepped onto the stairs, walking step by step towards the interior of the Tian Shen Temple.