The Mysterious Grand Nun

Aishiliya transformed into a small bird, flapping her wings as she flew over the hotel.

For this Heavenly Origin Tournament, more than five thousand Cultivators had come ashore. The area around the gates of Heaven was filled with large hotel districts, with different residential areas assigned according to faction.

As neutral ground, the gates of Heaven belonged to no force in the world. Therefore, following negotiations, Heavenly Origin Island had been jointly developed and constructed by the major Cultivator factions.

The hotel where Luo Jun was staying was provided for Rogue Cultivators. Contestants and spectators from the Xi Luo Holy See, meanwhile, stayed in hotels funded and built by the Holy See. Whether in décor, food, or service, everything there better suited Xiluo customs. There were also many designs following the doctrines of the Heavenly Father Church, and even a church had been built inside the hotel so those believers could attend worship and pray.

Rather than a hotel, it was more like a residential district established specifically for Holy See personnel.

Having spent more than ten days on the island, Aishiliya had long since figured out the layout. She nimbly flew to a tree in the central courtyard of the Holy See district. Her round little eyes swept over the area before she finally flapped toward one of the windows.

Inside the room, Little Gonzales lay on the bed, while Old Gonzales and the Grand Nun stood beside him.

"Nun Saint Andariel..." Old Gonzales asked with concern, "How is my son? Can he be cured?" The Grand Nun shook her head. "It's more serious than I imagined... His mental collapse wasn't merely caused by enduring tremendous pain. The damage to his soul is extremely severe. It seems more like he suffered a targeted Mental Shock!"

"Mental Shock?" Old Gonzales