"Why do you not kneel upon seeing this Immortal?"
The moment Chen Luo landed, a majestic voice rang out from within the temple, like a resounding bell, shaking his ears until they ached. The man upon the altar looked down at him from on high, the power of incense offerings around his body condensing into a Wish Power Golden Wheel, making him appear sacred.
It made one unable to resist the urge to kneel in worship.
"Aren't you going to save your junior sister apprentice?"
A thought moved in Chen Luo's mind, and he scattered the force the other party had imposed upon him. He had personally watched that strand of white hair fly into the temple, yet the man inside seemed to turn a blind eye to it. Not only did he refuse to mention saving anyone, he even put on the airs of an Immortal before Chen Luo.
"This Immortal is about to attain the Dao and become immortal. Mere mortal entanglements have long since turned into passing clouds and drifting smoke."
The man in the temple wore an indifferent expression.
"Do you see those below worshipping me? Only by becoming immortal can one enjoy the offerings of mortals. In my eyes, they are filthy beyond measure, covered in desire. If you wish to act, you must perform three bows and nine kowtows, then make a wish."
Boom!
Chen Luo had grown impatient. With a grab of his right hand, the young man standing atop the altar with a smug face had yet to understand what was happening before a slap sent him flying down. Along with him, the altar beneath him shattered all over the ground. Despite such a huge commotion, the Winged People kneeling outside did not react in the slightest.
Like Puppets, they mechanically repeated