Yang He was slightly taken aback. If he agreed, would he not be fighting himself for his own opportunity?
Grandmaster Taiyi stroked his beard. "Nuwa is descending upon Chaoge. Disciple, do you not wish to apprentice yourself to a Sage and seek immortality?"
Yang He felt that Grandmaster Taiyi's words carried a hidden meaning, as though he were deliberately warning him.
"After seeing the Nuwa Statue, I understood that this opportunity is not something mortals can covet. I feel that a Sage... cannot be looked upon directly."
From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the Nuwa Statue atop the altar. Though the cracks covering it were no longer as conspicuous, the flaws remained painfully obvious.
Moreover, the cracks had already begun spreading, leaving the altar riddled with fissures.
As if it had noticed Yang He's furtive gaze, the Nuwa Statue's eyeballs moved. Crimson flesh writhed within the cracks, as though it might break free again at any moment.
Yang He's scalp tingled.
Logically speaking, if everyone flocked to it, Five Lights Temple would have long become a battleground for open and covert struggles among the various factions. In the end, it would never have fallen to an aged, frail ascetic monk.
"Neither greedy nor impetuous, with a steadfast Dao heart. Perhaps you may truly achieve Corpse Liberation and become an immortal someday."
Grandmaster Taiyi looked gratified as he stepped out of the hall ahead of him.
"Very well. A Sage truly is not something you can withstand, disciple."
Yang He silently thought that he had been right. Grandmaster Taiyi probably did not want him meddling rashly, which was why he had deliberately pointed out the pros and cons.
The two arrived at the corridor outside the hall.
The night was deep, and not the slightest moonlight could penetrate