At the temple where the Holy Monk once resided, I visited seventeen of them and obtained the specific times for twenty-four Holy Monks' Ascensions.
Upon comparison, I found that the time carved for the Little Golden Statues was only two or three months later than the corresponding Holy Monks' Ascension times. If it were just one pair, it could be dismissed as coincidence. However, there are a total of twenty-five pairs on these two sheets!
The Little Golden Statues in that temple are not limited to just twenty-five; I suspect there are others who were lured here after their own Ascensions.
Misha could no longer bear to listen. Without waiting for Huo Qi to finish, she flew towards the temple. A few of us hurried after her and ran into Li Cu halfway.
That old man entered the temple, and despite my careful hiding, he immediately locked onto my position with a smile and nodded at me. Then, he instructed the Little Taoists to disperse all the Believers, ultimately even sending away the Little Taoists themselves while reprimanding them for not returning until sunset.
The Little Taoists were surprisingly efficient; in no time at all, the temple was cleared out. Just as the main door closed, Misha rushed in, searching each hall one by one, while the old man leisurely followed behind him, even raising his hand to point him in the right direction.
At this moment, Misha had already found Wulian's corpse among the Little Golden Statues. The body seemed to have been preserved by some method; it looked more vibrant than when a person first dies, with a rosy complexion.
Listening to Li Cu's account, we arrived at the temple and saw Misha strike Elder Tong with a palm. Elder Tong did not dodge or hide but smiled as he took the hit.
Weren't you afraid of death before? You went to great lengths to return just to extend your lifespan! And now you don’t even try to avoid it.
Sigh, all calculations have failed; with no way back, what is there left to hide from?
After taking Misha's blow, Elder Tong could no longer withstand it and slowly slid down against the wall.
"Why did you kill my master?"
Ha! What else could it be for but to extend his life?
I always fantasized that one day they would come for me or that someday this continent would have its own path to Ascension. But as time dragged on, my lifespan approached its end.
I was unwilling; I still wanted to wait.
I dismantled all divine mechanisms and absorbed their spirits, restoring my appearance back to middle age. Yet within less than three years, I felt my body begin to age rapidly once more.
My resentment and hysteria peaked during this second aging process, and it was during this period that I met Shanchen Master. Initially, writing stories proved useful; however, mental tranquility did not translate into physical well-being—my body continued to deteriorate.
I thought I had improved, and I was genuinely happy for myself, but in reality, I was just putting on a better act.
Until that day, when Shan Chen's aura surged, signaling a potential breakthrough to Ascend. I realized that Inner Demon had the upper hand, filled with rage and various feelings of envy and jealousy!
But then I thought, there was no path to Ascend here; Shan Chen would surely not be able to fly up. However, the rewards from the Heavenly Dao were still present.
After the thunder tribulation, the Celestial Phenomenon bestowed blessings. Watching Shan Chen's aura grow stronger, my jealousy gradually transformed into greed. My mind kept screaming, devour him, devour him! As long as I consumed him, I could regain my youth and have more time to find my way back.
Then, shamefully, I felt a stirring in my heart.
In a small world without a path to Ascend, once blessed after cultivation, one would return to the ground and continue living their previous life.
As I saw Shan Chen about to descend, I cast another layer of Celestial Phenomenon. Those who looked up thought the Celestial Phenomenon was still ongoing, but I used the illusion to cover my actions and took Shan Chen away.
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