Jiang Ping An knew absolutely nothing about Chan WuXiang's affairs. He only felt his vision blur, and then he appeared before a magnificent temple.
The temple stood above the clouds of the nine heavens, layer upon layer, arranged in perfect order.
The main structures were built upon white jade foundations, resplendent in gold and jade. Every brick and tile radiated a gentle yet dazzling glow, as though condensed from the purest power between heaven and earth.
Its eaves soared upward, its beams were carved and painted, and immortal beasts and spirit birds of every form were sculpted upon them, lifelike in every detail. Some rode the clouds and mist, while others spread their wings in flight, symbolizing auspiciousness and protection.
Auspicious clouds curled around it, blessed mists flickered in and out of sight, and thousands of rays of golden light shone with blinding brilliance.
A sacred, solemn aura washed over him. All the desires, distracting thoughts, and sorrows in his heart seemed to vanish at that moment.
On the plaque above the immortal gate at the temple entrance, three sacred immortal characters had been carved.
Brahma Temple.
Jiang Ping An was extremely excited. He could clearly sense that the sins upon him seemed to be getting drawn away.
As long as he completed Chan WuXiang's task, he would have a chance to completely Wash Away Sins from his body.
"You bunch of bald old geezers, I'm back!"
Chan WuXiang raised his chubby leg and kicked open the gates of Brahma Temple.
Jiang Ping An froze, a bad premonition rising in his heart.
In an instant, the immortal dao churned violently as though boiling. Several terrifying auras emerged, surging like overturned rivers of stars and suffocating him, leaving him unable to summon even the slightest thought of resistance.
Three enormous figures