Chen Shi felt a little uneasy in his heart. Waking up from death, he had always dreamed of being able to cultivate again, shaking off the identity of a good-for-nothing and possessing a new divine embryo, then becoming a xiucai, passing the provincial imperial examination to become an official who exploited the common people, and letting Grandpa live out his remaining years in peace.
Only now, Grandpa had gone to the Underworld, and his own divine embryo seemed to have run into a huge problem as well.
It should have been a blessing bestowed by a true god, descending a divine embryo, but now it had turned into taking in wandering ghosts or divine images upon encountering them, welcoming them into the temple to serve as divine embryos!
With other divine embryos upon the divine shrine, would the true god still bestow a blessing upon him during the xiucai's Great Sacrifice of Divine Descent?
I worshipped my godmother for more than two years and finally obtained her blessing and protection, yet I do not know whether this blessing is auspicious or inauspicious.
Just as this thought crossed his mind, he saw that in the small temple, the yellow tiger was sticking its head out from the temple doors, peering outside and seemingly quite curious about the outside world.
This small temple seemed to possess miraculous properties, allowing divine images like its own, which were long unable to cohere, to cohere along with it.
It had originally been unable to truly steady its divine image, which could disperse at any moment, but once it arrived in Chen Shi's small temple, the divine image stabilized.
Moreover, the ox-headed and human-bodied divine image on the divine shrine also ceased its trend of disintegration; although it had not completely formed, it was much better