White bones as trees, blood as foundation; souls resemble specters, bodies akin to demons.
The Dao is a heavenly dragon carrying out demon deeds; temples are no Taoist sanctuaries, but places where man devours man!
The grand doors stood wide open. Before Song Lin's eyes stretched a forest of bones, the stench of blood surging toward him. Taoists came and went, and most bore organs of demons on their bodies.
Judging by these bones, most appeared to be human remains, and still disturbingly fresh—likely the displaced vagrants who recently vanished amid the chaos of war. Unexpectedly, they had ended up here.
If not for the large sign reading "True Demon Temple" hanging above, Song Lin would have thought he'd entered some demon lair.
"Daoist, please follow me!" A young Taoist with azure eyes and golden pupils said respectfully.
"Alright."
Song Lin's left pupil turned golden, while the other turned a faint cyan hue.
