"Master, how could someone in the Innate Realm like me represent Qianyuan Mountain and guard Nuwa Palace?"
Grandmaster Taiyi looked toward Chaoge beneath the veil of night. "All one hundred and seven Nuwa Statues were escorted by King Wucheng, and Nuwa Palace has also set up such a massive array of life-burying stakes..."
"There will not be any major chaos before the festival. Your master will explain every taboo to you one by one."
Yang He no longer refused. In any case, even if the Daoist boy died, he could be resurrected.
Huang Tianhua saw that the flawed statue from before could not have escaped even if it broke through the life-burying stakes, because Nuwa Palace itself was a vast formation.
The Shang Dynasty in Investiture of the Gods actually had many capable figures and extraordinary people. In terms of strength, Qianyuan Mountain truly was not much to speak of without Grandmaster Taiyi.
King Wucheng was equivalent to the Shang Dynasty's grand marshal who safeguarded the realm. His name seemed to be Huang Feihu?
Yang He vaguely remembered that Huang Feihu possessed no divine powers or spells, yet he was undoubtedly a formidable man—a formidable man who rode an ox like Laozi.
As master and disciple chatted idly, the morning sun had already begun to rise over the horizon.
Yang He noticed large patches of corpse spots spreading across Grandmaster Taiyi's body. A foul stench wafted out, and the Yang Fire unknowingly dimmed considerably.
Grandmaster Taiyi did not care in the slightest. "Your master is possessing a corpse. Before long, my primordial spirit will have to leave my body. The hall will be entrusted to you from here on."
He brushed the dust from the steps, then flicked his sleeve.
A half-meter-wide pill furnace landed before them.
"Hand it over."