Becoming a Saint Seiya since the Age of Mythology

Wu Xin trailed far behind, being the last to enter.

Although it is called a temple, the space inside is not small at all; it is almost like a small alternate dimension.

The area around the entrance alone, according to Wu Xin's estimation, was larger than a football field, something that could not be seen from outside the temple.

"It seems that some kind of special spatial magic was used inside this temple, which is why the outside and the inside look so different!" Wu Xin immediately made a judgment.

In addition, many fragments of stone statues remain on the ground inside the temple.

Clearly, that too was a war puppet.

However, unlike the outside, there are numerous stone statue fragments here, densely covering every inch of the land, making it almost impossible to find a place to stand.

At the same time, these stone statues are much more broken than those outside, almost all of them have become piles of rubble, making it difficult to see their original appearance.

The density of stone fragments suggests that the war that took place here was far more intense than those outside.

Moreover, the moment Wuxin stepped into the temple, he keenly sensed an aura of death.

An incredibly dense aura of death, filled with resentment and negative emotions.

He had only ever seen this level of deathly aura in the underworld.

"What's going on? Could it be that the death aura of the entire sealed space has concentrated here?" Wu Xin immediately guessed.

Previously, when he was outside, he tried to use the corpse energy to summon the dead to lead the way, but he couldn't find a single soul, or even a trace of death. It was so clean it was unbelievable.

Now, he discovered an unusually strong aura of death within this temple, which inevitably led him to this conclusion.

"Then why is there so much death energy gathered inside the temple of the Moon Goddess?" Wuxin pondered as he quickened his pace.

He was eager to know what lay ahead.

"Could it be that the moon goddess has risen from the dead?"

At that moment, he couldn't help but have an absurd thought.

In his previous life, there was a legend about corpses rising from the dead.

It is said that when endless resentment and the aura of death converge, the corpse will develop additional spirituality, revive, and become a new ominous entity; this is what is known as "zombie resurrection."

And there are similar sayings in this world.

After a person dies, their resentment lingers, and sometimes it combines with the corpse to give birth to some death monsters. There are many examples of this in Yomotsu Hirasaka and the underworld.

But if that's the case, then the problem is serious.

The corpse of a supreme god has been transformed into a deadly monster; heaven knows how terrifying that will be.

"I hope it's not what I'm thinking!"

Feeling uneasy, Wuxin quickly arrived at the depths of the temple.

The blasphemers and their companions had stopped in their tracks, their path blocked by a small white hill.

"Is that the source of the aura of death?" Wu Xin was somewhat puzzled and immediately used the power of his cosmos to enhance his vision for a closer look.

He quickly realized that what he saw was not a small white hill at all, but an altar made of piled-up bones!

The piles of white bones stood together, forming a bone altar that stood in the center of the temple!

"No wonder, no wonder!"

Wu Xin suddenly realized the truth.

No wonder I didn't see any trace of corpses outside; they had all been collected here.

However, he was very curious about who, or what kind of people, had piled up these corpses here.

You should know that this is the temple of the moon goddess, and also the moon goddess's palace.

That goddess, in particular, represents purity and kindness, and cannot tolerate even the slightest filth.

With so many skeletons piled up here, aren't they afraid of being punished by that goddess later?

While he was wondering, the blasphemer leaped into the air and looked down at the entire bone altar.

"Destruction Ray"

He extended his right hand, gathering the power of his cosmos in his palm, and launched an attack on the altar below.

A beam of pitch-black light shot out from his palm, carrying an incredibly terrifying aura as it crashed down upon the altar.

But just as the beam of light, filled with the aura of death and destruction, was about to fall, the endless aura of death around the altar suddenly gathered and then transformed into a smoke-like human face, which swallowed the dark light in one gulp.

Chapter 216 The Monster of Resentment

Bang!

With a slight explosion, the cheeks of the smoke-like face suddenly swelled up, making the entire face appear larger.

Clearly, it had completely absorbed and digested the power generated by the explosion of that beam of black light into its body.

Immediately afterwards, the smoke-like face stared at the blasphemer in mid-air and roared as it pounced on him in a special voice that mixed various tones.

"Those who trespass on the temple - die -"

As the smoke-face launched its attack, the originally loose smoke quickly tightened and became solid, while the blurry smoke face gradually became clear.

Wu Xin then saw clearly that it was a woman's face, with red lips and white teeth, and she looked very beautiful.

Unfortunately, the entire structure was composed of a smoky aura of death, leaving only a beautiful face floating in mid-air, which looked extremely eerie.

At the same time, Wuxin, who was skilled in using the power of death, also saw through her true nature.

Those were monsters born from the endless resentment and deathly aura that remained in this sealed space, similar to undead.

Unlike the dead, it has no real consciousness, only some lingering resentment of the deceased, and can only act on instinct.

"A monster like that is enough to give that guy a hard time!" Wu Xin shook his head as he glanced at the blasphemer in mid-air.

Even though they were thousands of meters apart, he could still sense the monster's powerful aura, which was definitely beyond his seventh sense, and even surpassed his eighth sense.

In his memory, only the Dream God, a combination of three gods, could compare to him.

More importantly, he faintly sensed a divine aura emanating from that monster.

"Could it be that the resentment left behind when the moon goddess fell turned into a monster?" Wu Xin couldn't help but wonder.

If that's the case, then things will be very serious.

It's not much better than the Moon Goddess turning into a zombie.

At the same time, the smoky face opened its luscious red lips, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth, and made a ferocious gesture, biting hard at the blasphemer.

Unfortunately, her face was too delicate and beautiful. Even though she committed such vicious and brutal acts, it still did not arouse disgust or fear. Instead, it had a unique kind of beauty to it.

However, the blasphemers who were within the attack range clearly didn't think so.

That was a monster formed from the condensed resentment and death aura of all the fallen warriors in the entire sealed space; its strength far surpassed the Seventh Sense.

Even he, if he is not careful, could very well be killed by it in one bite.

He quickly dodged, narrowly avoiding the seemingly beautiful but actually extremely ferocious attack.

Then, he anxiously urged his many fighters, "Hurry up and get things set up! Anyone who delays will be torn to pieces and fed to the dogs!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the smoky face lunged at him again. The blasphemer dared not linger any longer and immediately moved away to avoid it once more.

Upon hearing this, Wu Xin noticed that while the Blasphemer was drawing the attention of the Smoke Face, the remaining Evil Spirit Warriors were rushing toward the Bone Altar.

They split into four groups, surrounding the altar of bones from the four directions: east, south, west, and north.

"It seems I underestimated them!" Wu Xin shook his head with a wry smile.

This group of guys had obviously been here before, and they must know the situation here very well.

In other words, a blasphemer would not rashly confront an enemy far stronger than himself without any certainty of success.

Immediately afterwards, four squad leaders emerged from the four groups of evil spirit warriors, each holding a small, exquisite dagger.

"That is……"

Wu Xin's attention was immediately drawn to it.

Because he sensed that the four seemingly small and exquisite daggers contained an extremely powerful aura, which also contained a trace of divinity.

"A divine artifact?"

"No, that's not right. Even the Gold Saints have difficulty wielding divine weapons, let alone these evil spirit warriors who haven't reached the Seventh Sense!"

"What they're holding must be a replica of some kind of divine artifact!"

"It's even quite possible that it's not a replica at all, but rather some kind of sacred object imbued with a divine aura!" Wu Xin quickly made his judgment.

Because he had seen something similar before.

For example, the holy sword that Teacher Bai Li held in the dream world last time.

The sword itself was ordinary, but after being imbued with Athena's divine power, it became an extraordinary holy sword, possessing incredible power.

Presumably, these evil spirit warriors also have something similar in their hands.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining evil spirit warriors formed a strange formation, surrounding the four squad leaders in the center, and then burned their cosmos to concentrate their power on the squad leaders.

With the support of their companions, the auras of the four squad leaders surged dramatically, reaching the peak of the Silver rank and approaching the level of the Seventh Sense.

Unfortunately, there is a huge barrier between the sixth sense and the seventh sense, which is by no means easy to overcome.

Then, the four squad leaders also ignited their inner power and focused it on the exquisite little dagger in their hands.

In an instant, the previously hidden divine aura within the small dagger suddenly expanded and erupted, transforming into a blurry divine phantom that appeared behind the four squad leaders.

At this moment, the smoky-faced creature that was chasing the blasphemer noticed the movement beneath the bone altar, immediately stopped its pursuit, and decisively turned and pounced towards the area below the altar.

Clearly, it sensed the danger emanating from those weaker evil spirit warriors.

"Don't even think about escaping!"

The blasphemer dared not be negligent and immediately unleashed his ultimate move, burning his inner power to try and block the smoke-covered face and buy time for his subordinates.

"Destruction Ray"

He concentrated his inner power in his right palm and immediately released a jet-black beam of light, carrying an aura of destruction and death, which shot towards the smoky face.

But the smoky face ignored it completely, without even turning around, and charged straight down to the ground.