At that time, Jinshan Temple was already engulfed in battle.
The Cyan Snake severed a river and, with heaven-reaching magical power, flooded Jinshan Temple.
In an instant, Jinshan Temple was like a raging flood, drowning the entire domain of the Saint Sect, leaving it in ruins.
All the monks gathered at the mountain gate, setting up the Celestial Net Array, fully exerting themselves to stop the overwhelming flood.
The Cyan Snake ignored them, instead charging straight towards that towering Leifeng Pagoda.
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"Weren't we going to Jinshan Temple? How did we end up in such a wilderness?"
Over here, Lin Heng and the Black Bear Spirit, in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, had already traversed a thousand-mile territory, reaching a desolate ancient forest devoid of human presence.
Looking at this scene resembling an ancient forest, Lin Heng couldn't help but feel puzzled.
Because according to what he knew, Jinshan Temple should be in the West Lake area.
