Late at night, Golden Thread Pavilion.
Old Man Zhuanyu, who had originally been meditating within the Golden Wraith Building, slowly opened his eyes from cultivation.
From the bloody hole in his chest, it was as though a boundless sea of blood were boiling, rolling up enormous waves.
Streams of blood drew out from it, quickly gathering before him into something shaped like a bell, crimson from top to bottom.
Jingle, jingle—
Old Man Zhuanyu raised his hand slightly. The bell floated in the air before him, ringing with a crisp sound.
In no more than two breaths, a voice suddenly came from within the blood-red bell.
"Master!"
Hearing this voice, Old Man Zhuanyu focused slightly.
"How did it go?"
"Disciple... Disciple failed. I have already left Heavenly Buddha City."
The voice that came through carried a trace of panic.
"At this Buddha Gathering held by Great Virtue Temple, Heavenly Buddha City alone dispatched twelve Flesh Corpses to stand guard. There were several thousand of us participating in the Buddha Gathering, yet fewer than a hundred ultimately became those with affinity. This has never happened before!"
"Useless trash!"
Old Man Zhuanyu cursed in a low voice, though he was also somewhat surprised by Great Virtue Temple's display this time.
Do not be fooled by the fact that there were only twelve Flesh Corpses. They were nothing to him, but one had to remember that the cultivation of those participating in the Buddha Gathering was all below that of Flesh Corpses.
Using such a trial to select so-called people with affinity, when most of them were merely Essence Feeders and Viscera Stones, with even False Eaters among them—the difficulty of passing was easy to imagine.
Great Virtue Temple was clearly choosing quality over quantity!
Old Man Zhuanyu narrowed his eyes slightly, pondering