The next morning, Li Qingran, Cheng Mengjiao, and I arrived at the outskirts of Modu, where the entrance to the secret realm was located.
As soon as we stepped out of the car, a dilapidated Taoist temple came into view. Covering an area of a little over seven hundred square meters, the temple stood all alone in the desolate suburbs with no other buildings around it.
Standing before the temple gates, we saw broken bricks and tiles scattered across the ground, and the main gate had completely rotted away. With a gentle push, it crashed down, kicking up a cloud of dust. Cheng Mengjiao coughed repeatedly from the dust and quickly retreated to the side, while Li Qingran remained entirely unfazed, her expression calm and detached.
Chapter 110