Divine Shrine

Chen Wang and Fu Qu vanished from where they stood and gave chase toward the place where Fairy Jiang's aura had leaked.

The Mirror Spirit obediently followed behind Chen Wang, not daring to utter a single word.

Fairy Jiang had successfully shaken everyone off. Her figure wound back and forth through the Futuo Mountain secret realm; few people could track her through such faint traces.

Fairy Jiang therefore let out a sigh of relief.

Before she knew it, she had arrived at a small temple.

The temple covered only a few acres. There was no idol in the main hall, only a Divine Shrine.

A black cloth covered the Divine Shrine, concealing whatever deity was enshrined beneath it.

In Futuo Mountain, where white pagodas stood everywhere, the sudden appearance of such a small temple felt exceedingly strange, as though it did not belong amid the overall architectural style.

Yet Fairy Jiang felt a flicker of joy.

The source of the immortal aura she had sensed earlier through a secret art had emanated from here.

Though the old monk and the woman in white had ultimately returned their souls to the Pagoda Forest, their core lay within this place.

Fairy Jiang arrived before it and was just about to step into the small temple when her body suddenly stiffened.

Her foot slowly moved forward a little. Then a chaotic clamor suddenly rose from inside the temple. This Dao Sound drove her into madness, forcing her to half-kneel on the ground, nearly unable to hold herself up.

Fairy Jiang was caught off guard by the blow, and it seemed as though her entire body was about to undergo some abnormal transformation.

But she promptly took out a divine talisman.

She truly had many trump cards in hand. This divine talisman could stabilize