As the pulling force reached him, Li Jing felt himself dragged into a massive vortex. When he regained consciousness, his point of view had shifted from an omnipotent perspective to the present mode.
But what surprised him was that his vision seemed to drift, as though looking down from the air rather than gazing straight from the ground.
What was this situation?
As he hesitated, unclear about what had occurred, everything inside the room came into his field of vision.
Vermilion pillars!
Golden great halls!
Burning candles...
As his sight shifted, he gradually made out his surroundings.
A temple! He had actually appeared directly inside a temple...
At that moment, a dialogue box emerged in front of him, as transparent as glass:
[Identity:
Xiahou Jiang (Ghost God)
Divine Name: Xiahou Tuiguan
Xiahou Jiang was a fair and just man. In Jiangdu City, his merits were exceptional, and to memorize him, the local commoners built a temple to worship him day and night.
