Lu Wenwu thought for a moment but didn't come to any conclusions.
Well, it's true; he's not really cut out for reasoning or sociology.
It's better not to dwell too much on these things.
Thinking this to himself, Lu Wenwu slightly waved his hand, and the dilapidated temple doors opened on their own.
Perhaps due to years of neglect, even with the nurturing of Spiritual Qi and remnants of past formations, these ancient objects, existing for countless millennia, were as fragile as flickering candles in the wind.
The two faded light red doors shattered in unison, scattering like dandelions blown in the breeze, with decaying wood chips falling everywhere.
Hiss...
Upon hearing the explosion of the doors, several future mythological archaeologists shuddered, gasping sharply.
My dear ancestors!
Please be gentle!
This is a well-preserved Temple of Dao Fire True Monarch from the Mythical Era!
A few university students were heartbroken, to the point they could hardly breathe.
