Inside the Yizhi Temple of Golden City, as Ye Zhen slowly opened his eyes, Hua Xing'an, Xiao Ze, and Wu You all grew tense.
Ye Zhen's next decision would determine the fate of the entire Yizhi Temple, and the fate of the hundreds of millions of sandfolk throughout the Yizhi Sand Sea, including their descendants.
High Priest Nahar looked at Ye Zhen without sorrow or joy, waiting quietly for his final choice.
If Ye Zhen chose to leave, he would support him, because that would preserve a spark of revival for the Yizhi Temple.
If Ye Zhen chose to fight, then he would carve out a bloody path through desperate straits and seek that pitifully slim chance of survival.
Ye Zhen did not speak at once. His gaze paused briefly on High Priest Nahar as he considered a question—was High Priest Nahar truly the Yizhi Sand Sea Heavenly God's most devout believer?
Or had he been testing him through all manner of means?
Or was he using this method to monopolize the Yizhi Temple's resources?
Ye Zhen had considered this question before, but never examined it deeply. Only after the Mirage Dragon Primordial Spirit Ah Chou's reminder today did he begin to face it head-on.
More than a decade ago, Ye Zhen had displayed methods like a Divine Miracle and become the Yizhi Temple's divine envoy. Yet at that time, Ye Zhen's ambitions did not lie in the Yizhi Sand Sea, and Nahar was also the only one who knew Ye Zhen's true identity.
Thus, no conflict had erupted between them. It had been more like a transaction.
Every possibility of conflict between them had vanished along with Ye Zhen's departure.
Nahar had continued to hold sole control over the Yizhi Temple, able to obtain supplies desperately needed by the