With a dull THUD, the heavy Rashomon finally slammed shut.
A brilliant radiance bloomed from the Rashomon. As energy surged, terrifying wisps of power continuously seeped out from the seams of the gate.
On the surface of the massive golden gates, all the runes returned to a state of tranquility. Intricate carvings of dragons and phoenixes danced across the panels, while various rare and exotic beasts coiled and crouched in submission.
It was like a grand tapestry of a thousand beasts.
The Demon Ape, wreathed in Demonic Qi, had been utterly powerless before the slightly ajar Rashomon. It was forcibly branded onto the gate's surface, becoming another one of its bas-reliefs.
Compared to the Golden Dragons, Fire Phoenixes, Primordial Demon Elephants, and the like, this Demon Ape was truly insignificant!
Pathetically so.
It occupied only the smallest of sections!
