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Apocalypse Temple: I Rebuilt the Underworld with Incense
Last Updated : 2026-06-08
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At 3:17 a.m., every god in the world went silent. The dead began answering prayers instead. Lu Chen, a Chinese-American architect, returns to China to bury his grandmother and sell the ruined temple she left behind. But on the first night of the apocalypse, something wearing his father’s face calls him from the dark. The only place still protected is a forgotten City God Temple, guarded by one dying lamp and an ancient brass key. When Lu Chen becomes the final Temple Keeper, his divine territory is only thirty meters wide. His first mission is simple: survive until dawn. But the first person he saves is Ava Monroe, an American journalist who does not believe in ghosts, gods, or fate. She carries a mark every dead thing wants, and she knows a secret about Lu Chen’s family. To save the living world, Lu Chen must collect incense, judge wandering souls, summon ghost soldiers, and rebuild the underworld. Yet every prayer has a price, and every god who returns may not be on humanity’s side.
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Apocalypse Temple: I Rebuilt the Underworld with Incense Chapter 220: The First Court Stands
At midnight, we stood before the restored court.Not finished. Nothing real ever is.But standing.The City God statue no longer looked like a dead official. Its cracked face now held many shadows: Judge Xue's severity, Zhao Feng's stubborn duty, Aunt Lan's kitchen warmth, Lu Shen's cold record, my father's survival, my mother's warning, Ava's witness, and something of me I was still learning to trust.The First Gate beneath Qinghe was closed.The next trouble arrived with dirt under its nails. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The black rain pressed against every window while a temple bell marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones.Below-Prayer had become the Docket of Unanswered Prayers.The living were not fuel.The dead
Last Updated : 2026-06-08Apocalypse Temple: I Rebuilt the Underworld with Incense Chapter 219: Beyond Qinghe
The phrase branch court hit my family like a second apocalypse.My father stared at the red case."Impossible."Lu Shen's archive shelves began opening so fast papers flew like startled birds."Not impossible," he said. "Suppressed."My mother, still under custody, closed her eyes.The next trouble waited until everyone was tired before showing its teeth. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It made the temple smaller, not larger, because every new rule had to fit inside a room full of frightened people. The blue altar fire pressed against every window while a court tablet striking wood marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones.I looked at her."You knew.""I suspected.""Mother."She flinched at the title."Your grandfather had brothers. Not all crossed the same ocean. Not all guarded the same name. When the gods withdrew, branch temples either died, hid,
Last Updated : 2026-06-08Apocalypse Temple: I Rebuilt the Underworld with Incense Chapter 218: The Prayer From Los Angeles
The red case file opened by itself.English spilled into the air.Not translated. Spoken in the voice of a girl trying not to cry.Please, if any court still works, my brother is knocking from inside the freeway wall.Ava went very still.The next trouble came through the side door, where bad news usually entered. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It stained sleeves, cracked floors, moved through crowds, and made ordinary people choose sides before they understood the question. The freeway dust pressed against every window while paper wings marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones."Los Angeles," she said.The map above the altar stretched, resisted, then tore open a narrow view of another city under Black Rain scars. Freeways twisted like concrete rivers. Neon saints flickered over boarded shops. A temple I did not recognize burned with blue incense.Th
Last Updated : 2026-06-08Apocalypse Temple: I Rebuilt the Underworld with Incense Chapter 217: Gods Under Audit
The divine audit began with attendance.Half the gods tried to send proxies.Zhao Feng arrested the proxies.By noon, the rooftops were full again.Ava ran the questioning with a stack of files, three ghost clerks, and a calm expression that made minor deities sweat incense.The next trouble did not announce itself like prophecy. In the First Gate, symbols had weight. It made the temple smaller, not larger, because every new rule had to fit inside a room full of frightened people. The cold incense smoke pressed against every window while wet footsteps marked the next turn of the case. Nothing about the Final Gate War felt clean. It felt like another emergency arriving before the last one had been wiped off the stones."Prayer response logs," she said.The bell-crowned god coughed. "Records were lost during the withdrawal."Lu Shen dropped seventeen scrolls onto the table."Recovered."Ava smiled politely.The immediate problem was a ghost who remembered the wound but not the name. The
Last Updated : 2026-06-08Apocalypse Temple: I Rebuilt the Underworld with Incense Chapter 2: Make Them Show a Warrant
I grabbed the nearest weapon in a temple full of divine antiques.It was a broom.My grandfather had left me a haunted courthouse, a bleeding incense burner, and apparently no sword.The doors buckled inward."Baby," my mother's voice said. "I'm cold."My mother had never called me baby.She called
Apocalypse Temple: I Rebuilt the Underworld with Incense Chapter 1: The Dead Prayed First
The first prayer my temple received came from my dead mother.The second came from a woman bleeding through a paramedic jacket, dragging six children behind her while corpses crawled after them in the rain.The third nearly killed us all.But I did not know any of that when I walked into Crane Alle
Apocalypse Temple: I Rebuilt the Underworld with Incense Chapter 5: The Woman With a Door in Her Soul
Ava went still.Not scared-still.Guilty-still."What door?" I asked."Ignore it," she said.The Below-Prayer crawled closer, talismans fluttering over its stitched mouth."She has been marked. She has been opened. She has been promised."[Gate residue detected.]Ava did not look at the mark under
Apocalypse Temple: I Rebuilt the Underworld with Incense Chapter 4: Three Prayers and a Wall of Fire
Blue fire raced along the floor and drew a square around the prayer hall.The corpses hit it and flew backward, smoking but not burning.The children screamed.Ava did not.She moved like someone who had run triage in hell before, checking wounds, counting breaths, making the old man put down his s
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