Luo Zheng could not be bothered with this man.
Unexpectedly, the Lower True God came after him, blocking Luo Zheng's path and refusing to let him leave.
They could not fight in the Non-Attack Zone, so neither side feared the other.
The Lower True God had seized on this point and shamelessly loitered at the gates of the divine city. Although many True Gods participating in the Dao competition had prepared some Sanskrit texts, there were always a few True Gods he could fool...
"Don't miss this opportunity! If you comprehend this Sanskrit text, you'll shine brilliantly in this Dao competition!" The Lower True God walked along while watching Luo Zheng's expression. Seeing no reaction from him, he pulled out another stack of papers with his other hand and continued, "You don't like those? What about these? These Purple-Gold Sanskrit texts are even rarer. They're still one Divine Martial Coin per sheet. I'm practically selling them at a loss..."
Hearing "Purple-Gold Sanskrit," Luo Zheng looked slightly puzzled. His gaze fell on the stack of papers, and an expression of helpless amusement appeared on his face.
It turned out that the so-called Purple-Gold Sanskrit was merely a layer of purple gold powder pasted over a rubbing of Sanskrit...
Quite a few True Gods preparing to enter the city burst into laughter when they saw the Purple-Gold Sanskrit.
The Lower True God seemed not to care at all. He actually clung stubbornly to Luo Zheng!
Left with no choice, Luo Zheng stopped. He glanced blandly at the True God, then snatched the golden Sanskrit text from his hand and said flatly, "This Sanskrit text is extremely simple to decipher. The meaning expressed in it is no more than forty-six words. In essence, it merely describes a plant in the primal chaos. The