Attending the Gathering Alone

Wherever the temple celebrants went, great crowds of believers surged after them, their faces filled with holiness and devotion as they loudly sang praises to the ancestral temple.

The lousefolk population of Ancient Saint Continent ought to have been more than ten times that of Langtian Continent, yet all along the way, Li Qingyun had not sensed the aura of a single Ancestral Return Realm expert.

Given the lousefolk's population, Ancient Saint Continent should have had at least a thousand Ancestral Return Realm cultivators.

The current sight could only mean they had been eaten clean. No matter how abundant the finest ingredients were, they would never suffice for the Saint Ancestors of the ancestral temple.

Every ten years, when the Saint Venerables of the continent temples went to the ancestral temple to report on their duties, they even had to offer one or two Ancestral Return Realm human sacrifices.

This great cosmos contained nearly a thousand lousefolk continents, along with a small number of barren and strange continental regions. At two top-grade human-sacrifice blood meals from each continent, that was nearly two thousand!

Those Saint Ancestors of the ancestral temple surely looked forward immensely to this grand occasion held once every ten years, because they were bound to eat until their mouths ran with blood and their bellies bulged against their guts.

There were naturally quite a few whose "courtesies" fell short, but the masters of such continent temples would surely be replaced very soon.

Hundred Victories City, Hundred Saints Great Temple.

Li Qingyun and the Merfolk clone stood one before the other outside the great temple's gate tower. The lousefolk believers entering and leaving kept their distance in awe, yielding an open space for them.

"You go wait for me at the Wannian Inn." After giving the Merfolk clone