Little Idol of the Divine Image

Incense burned high and long, while believers streamed in like clouds.

This was the bustling scene before the Three Divine Temples. Inside the temple stood three divine images: the Mountain God, Water God, and Tree God.

Putting these three divine positions together was strange in itself, but after they had remained that way for so long, people had grown accustomed to it.

But to the disciples of the Mystic Sect, the Three Divine Temples represented another meaning entirely. All the divine images in the Three Divine Temples scattered throughout the Sword Immortal World and even the Azurewood Realm might be incarnations of the Dao Ancestor.

Of course, this was a matter of probability. It was impossible for all the hundreds of thousands of divine images to be incarnations of the Dao Ancestor. Perhaps there were only three or five. However, Liang Jin could be certain that among the Three Divine Temples in Azurewood Royal City, one of the divine images had to be an incarnation of the Dao Ancestor.

That was why he had come—to give his report.

After passing through the temple's front hall, crowded with believers like clouds, he entered the rear hall, where it suddenly became much quieter.

Only an aged temple attendant was calmly sweeping away the dust and fallen leaves.

Liang Jin cupped his hands and bowed to him, not daring to be careless, because this was the senior brother ranked first among the Chief Disciples of the Mystic Sect.

The temple attendant did not return the salute, as though he had never seen Liang Jin before.

Liang Jin walked straight into the rear hall. Separated by only a threshold, it looked like a cramped space from outside, but within it formed a small world of its own. Three-hundred-zhang-tall divine images stood there in a