Lin Shen walked forward step by step, his heart filled with unease.
He wasn't too worried about being trapped inside the Temple. With the Chaos Bell and the two Great Emperor's Divine Artifacts in hand, along with his indomitable strength, it wasn't impossible for the universe to have a place that could trap him—but certainly, this Temple wasn't one of them.
After all, the method of utilizing the Chaos Divine Light, which Lin Shen had extracted from Huai Nanxing earlier, wasn't something to be wasted for mere display.
He walked all the way to the base of the altar, yet he still hadn't detected any peculiar changes.
"It seems the chances of me being the Ancient Realm King are rather slim. What Xiaona said might all be just coincidences," Lin Shen muttered as he stepped onto the base of the altar—the original position of the Divine Statue.
The instant Lin Shen ascended the base, he suddenly felt a strange agitation arising within his body.
