More than ten days later, the three still had not reached Thunder Mountain, but Wei Fan had already broken through to the Martial King Sixth Layer.
"Are all the people from the Land of Collapsed Dao monsters like him?"
Zhi Hua asked Feng Hua in disbelief.
Along the way, the three had upheld justice and helped those in need. Whatever they did, Wei Fan followed along, yet their cultivation had not improved much while Wei Fan was about to break through another layer.
Feng Hua shook her head. "How could they all be like that? Over ten thousand years, the Wasteland has produced only one monster like him. If everyone in the Wasteland were as terrifying as he is, how would outsiders dare go there?"
By then, the sky had begun to darken, but the three had not encountered a city. They had no choice but to enter an abandoned temple.
No one knew how long this temple had been abandoned. Aside from several broken windows, most of it was surprisingly intact. There was not even much dust, as though it had only been deserted recently.
"This place must once have enjoyed flourishing incense offerings. Even these walls have been permeated by a Martial King's will!"
With a slight sense of it, the three discovered the temple's unusual nature. Even the material of the bricks had been altered; they were no longer ordinary objects.
After looking around, they found that the altar where the divine statue had once been enshrined was empty. Yet there were still some rotten offerings on the offering table, as though someone had come to make offerings not long ago.
None of the three paid it much mind. They lit a fire and began roasting meat for dinner.
They had encountered such situations several times along