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Elder Tong boasted that the temple was one of a kind, but upon closer inspection, it was rather ordinary. The area was indeed large, but the buildings seemed somewhat unremarkable. The main hall, which should have been majestic and imposing, lacked any sense of grandeur when approached; it was only slightly better than the average homes of common folk.
However, the Believers were somewhat exaggerated. As Elder Tong made his way through the crowd, everyone respectfully stepped aside to greet him.
Sang Qingxiao looked at the diminutive temple and asked, "Did you run out of bricks?"
Elder Tong replied curtly, "What do you know! The Ascension Well is inside; the temple can afford to be plain."
"You have quite a number of Believers here," he continued. "And they are well-behaved; no one cuts in line or shows impatience while waiting."
"I'm here to recruit Believers, not thieves. We need to guard against some petty individuals. Don’t be fooled by appearances; they may seem like they’re starving, but they’re actually quite well-off."
He had spent a fortune on the statues inside, each crafted to resemble the Gods in a one-to-one scale, made of pure gold. To deter thieves, they were coated with a glossy black finish—less conspicuous yet still imposing.
"With a little more promotion, the Believers will come in droves. Eventually, I won’t even need to promote it anymore; word of mouth will spread and everyone nearby will become my Believers."
Their adherence to rules was actually due to the pressure exerted by the golden statues. They were mere mortals after all; who wouldn’t have a few ulterior motives? When their guilty hearts met the stern gaze of the righteous golden figures, they felt utterly exposed.
Since the grand hall was built, people within a hundred miles left their doors unlocked at night, and officials conducted themselves with utmost diligence—a true flourishing era.
Elder Tong took great interest in showing them the Celestial Master Statue. It was indeed well-crafted, remarkably lifelike as if the immortal were standing right before them.
Elder Tong whispered, "I even used some Spell techniques to make it feel immersive."
Indeed, it became apparent that with visual enhancements, one could feel as if the statue came alive, its gaze following one's movements.
Sang Qingxiao urged Elder Tong to look at the Ascension Well while Huo Qi stood before the Golden Statue. "You go ahead; I’ll take a look around."
The so-called Ascension Well appeared rather unremarkable compared to an ordinary common people's well. It stood about half a meter above ground with an opening only about half a meter in diameter—too narrow for anyone broad-shouldered to squeeze through.
Elder Tong explained that the design of the well's opening was actually part of a formation; it wasn’t meant for anyone to crawl inside. Back in the day, when dealing with the Cursed Dragon, all methods had been exhausted by various immortals before they finally managed to gather enough materials to construct this well.
Sang Qingxiao crouched at the edge of the well and peered inside. With her Spell-enhanced vision, she could only see an abyss of darkness—bottomless and void. She tossed in a stone and listened intently for what felt like ages but heard nothing indicating it had hit bottom.
Elder Tong let them do as they pleased.
Seeing Sang Qingxiao raise a puzzled face, Elder Tong curled his lips and thought, "What are you looking at? Back when I was repairing the well, I was just a handyman. I wanted to participate, but they rejected me."
In the end, he couldn't figure anything out and dragged Sang Qingxiao back to study.
In the following days, it seemed that Sang Qingxiao's only task was to learn. The director of education had arranged her study schedule to be extremely packed. As soon as she relaxed for a moment, Elder Tong would appear out of nowhere, looking pitiful as he said to her, "I don't have many days left to live. Before I die, I just want to leave behind a legacy."
Sang Qingxiao could only silently sit back down again.
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