The scene felt strangely familiar, carrying something of the firelight at the Supernatural Source.
Besides, when Wang Xuan had killed the Paper Saint Hall's strongest Five-time Limit Breaking disciple, he had also confronted that forbidden technique. A burning paper figure had rushed out of the bonfire.
"Are you burning paper offerings for the Old Saints?" he asked.
"Yes. They have all left. The Desolate Path is so bleak, without warmth. I burn paper for them, to light the road ahead." The child with wrinkles on his forehead wept.
"It is..." Wang Xuan pointed at the lifelike paper effigy amid the pile of paper.
Old Boy raised his head. His face was childish as he said, "I made all these paper figures, burning them for the Old Saints to serve as pageboys, maidservants, and handlers for their mounts. The road of distant travel is so lonely. They can go keep them company."
"It looks familiar to me." Wang Xuan stared at the bonfire.
"You mean the paper figure? I burned many of them in the Decaying Universe, but I couldn't bear to burn the prettiest one. In the end, she ran back to the Supernatural Center Universe. Wuu... but she never came to see me again. She never appeared, not even when I died. It made me so sad."
Wang Xuan nearly blurted out a national curse in astonishment. It was as though his head had been struck by a sledgehammer, swollen and numb. Whether it was this scene or the paper figure, both looked familiar. He had only asked casually, yet had received such an answer!
Sect Master Zhang drew in Super Material, then breathed fire from his mouth. Clearly, he too had been thoroughly shocked.
"Achieving sainthood by burning paper? I... moo!" The miniature Fu Dao Ox wriggled in