Halfway up Sacred Mountain, I stood in the middle of the spacious road, looking at the solemn, dignified entrance to the temple. The entrance towered dozens of meters high, giving off an oppressive feeling. Although I was nearly immune to such sensations, Lin Mi was clearly losing her nerve; her two legs trembled uncontrollably.
Because she possessed memories from her previous life, Xue Qingcheng had long grown accustomed to sights like this. She stood there calmly, her expression impassive.
"Lead the way." She looked toward the senior male and female deacons.
The deacons did not dare delay and led us into the temple. The road paved with black stone made it feel as though we were walking through darkness. Fortunately, skull lamps lined the roadside, making the way fairly bright.
"These skulls were made from the skulls of giant beasts slain by our End Immortals." The male deacon had already grown quite familiar with me. His name was Wan Chi, and he held the position of senior deacon. His main job was running errands, but precisely because of that, he knew the End God Sect extremely well and was even acquainted with many of the other deacons and elders.
"This is my first time seeing them. We Hidden Gods all conceal ourselves to cultivate, and we rarely leave our retreats unless necessary, so this is my first visit." I smiled.
"Heh heh, we're all working for the people above us. I understand." After Wan Chi finished speaking with a chuckle, he began introducing everything around us. This caused the female deacon's expression to grow somewhat gloomy.
Wan Chi was extraordinarily skilled at reading people's expressions. He instantly understood what the look on the female deacon's face meant, so he no longer dared say anything.
I had no idea what background