"Come..."
Tuoluo felt a touch of tragic heroism.
At Li Qingyun's demand, he had already successively helped eight so-called Dao disciples attain the Haotian Dao, half through coercion and half through helplessness.
The departure of those eight individuals, including Li Changsheng and Gu Qiong, each stripped away a portion of the "foundational heritage" of Nine Sons Heaven.
Now the trap-cage land of Nine Sons Heaven had obviously grown "barren."
Even the incense of Niangniang Temple and the divine statues of the Empress everywhere had lost a bit of their majestic aura.
"Rest assured, even at the worst, this poor Daoist will grant you a final way out. It's still better than having your Heavenly Head carved away generation after generation!"
Looking at Tuoluo's extremely broad and deformed shoulders, Li Qingyun offered a calm word of comfort.
At this point, did the other party really have any other better choices!
Hum!
A wisp of his will "barged" into Tuoluo's inner void heaven, resembling a giant shark crashing into a pond.
Dawn was just breaking, the heavens and earth dim.
In the center of a small town stood an ornate Niangniang Temple, and hustle and bustle had already begun within the temple.
In the main hall, a tall, stunningly beautiful young saintess was scolding and directing several old saintess whose youth and beauty had almost faded, making them work to the bone.
Cold, arrogant rebukes echoed incessantly through the hall.
"Be quick about it, be meticulous in your work. You must know that for people like you whose Dao paths are exhausted and cut off, being able to stay in the temple to work is purely the mercy of the temple keeper..."
The several old saintess, already possessing the air of middle age, were lectured like grandsons by the young, proud saintess