Zhang Chen stood in the distance, his eyes fixed on the altar before him. Tilting his head as he examined it, a trace of curiosity appeared in his gaze.
"Queen Mother of the West wants me to build an altar? How strange. At Queen Mother of the West's level of cultivation, what does she still need to offer sacrifices to? She already exists alongside the Dao. What in heaven and earth could possibly be worthy of her worship?"
Confusion flickered in Zhang Chen's eyes. He could not understand why Queen Mother of the West was going to such lengths to construct an altar.
How strange. Zhang Chen was secretly astonished, but he had no idea why. Still, he knew there had to be a great secret hidden within.
As for what that secret was, Zhang Chen did not dare investigate. If he learned something he should not know, he would likely die without even a place to bury his bones.
He still needed to survive in this era for as long as possible, then seize the wondrous arts within Queen Mother of the West's Library Pavilion.
Zhang Chen put away the blueprint in his hand. He held a luopan in his left hand while, at some point, two peach pits had appeared in his right. They slowly rolled around in his palm as he toyed with them.
Zhang Chen had been preparing to cultivate these two peach pits, but he had yet to find a suitable opportunity. After all, he was constantly on Kunlun Mountain, right beneath Queen Mother of the West's nose. If he caused any trouble, that would be most unwise.
Queen Mother of the West possessed vast divine powers. If she discovered that he was cultivating Pan Peach Trees, how could he explain it?
"In myth and