第43章

“这是… 古老的庙宇,” Jian said, his voice hushed with reverence. “很少有人上来过。”

My heart leaped. I had found it.

We set up camp near the plateau, planning to explore the cave temple the next day.

As night fell, the temperature dropped sharply. The stars in the mountain sky were incredibly bright, a sea of diamonds scattered across a black velvet canvas.

Sitting by the campfire, I held the fused sculpture in my hand. It was warm, and its faint glow seemed to intensify in the darkness. The pull towards the cave entrance was palpable.

Jian was quiet, staring at the fire. He seemed to sense the change in the atmosphere, the growing tension in the air.

“The mountain feels restless tonight,” he murmured.

He was right. There was a strange energy in the air, a subtle vibration that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

I heard sounds from the darkness outside the campfire’s light. Not the natural sounds of the mountains, but something else. Scrabbling sounds, like claws on rock, and a low, guttural scraping that sent shivers down my spine.