The Mountain God Temple's incense offerings were now flourishing.
Even in this freezing weather, villagers still ventured out of their homes to clear the snow around the Mountain God Temple. With incense burning without pause every day, and the temple itself already at Level 5, it had taken on an imposing, solemn, and mysterious air.
As long as ordinary people here felt even a little reverence, there was a high chance they would sense some unseen gaze upon them.
When Zhang Yang entered the Mountain God Temple, it was already empty. The weather was simply too cold; after offering incense each day, the villagers quickly left.
The Level 5 Mountain God did not manifest to welcome him, either. It was not a matter of disrespect—manifesting required expending magic power, and Zhang Yang did not have that much magic power to waste on this fellow.
Of course, they had no need to manifest in order to communicate. The Soul Force Field was enough.
"Your humble servant greets the Lord."
"You know why I've come, right?"
Zhang Yang asked. Sometimes, he was curious. This Mountain God seemed extraordinarily intelligent from the very moment of his birth. Why was that? The Mountain God's own explanation was that he possessed a little divinity—two points now, in fact. This divinity did not seem to increase automatically as the Mountain God leveled up. Instead, it was connected to the villagers' incense and faith.
"Yes, my lord. This humble servant ventures to guess that it should be related to that Ghost Mother from a few days ago. As long as this ghost remains, our territory will never know peace."
"Do you have any good ideas?" Zhang Yang asked again.
"My lord, forgive this humble servant's incompetence. As for the Ghost Mother in her current state, I fear