"...I respectfully write this humble letter to report to the vault of heaven, beseeching Heaven's mercy to cast down its discerning ear!"
Walking along a country path, Mo Chuan suddenly heard a murmured prayer offered with incense.
That voice, so utterly different from those of the Chen clan, Fu Luan, Tianbao, Yunji... and the incense offerings rolling toward him, filled his heart with delight.
Yet when he used the incense offerings as a mirror to look, his expression quietly froze.
The world within the mirror was far too familiar to him.
He had sat there for a whole night, discussing the Dao until dawn and gaining much from it.
Who could have imagined that one day, he would intercept the incense offerings from that place?
No!
He had not intercepted any incense offerings.
This was a spontaneous act of worship by the townsfolk of Shoushan Town.
They had even bestowed upon him the title:
—Shoushan Thunder Lord!
Thunder Lord?
Could the ringing of that nabo at Eagle Strike Cliff have alarmed the townsfolk?
Mo Chuan's thoughts flashed like lightning, and in an instant, he understood the chain of causes and effects.
Then he saw Stone Lord's grief-stricken cry. Hearing him say, "Those who kill and burn wear golden belts, while those who build bridges and mend roads die without even a corpse," Mo Chuan could not help feeling deeply moved.
"Fate truly toyed with men!"
Although he had not been in this world long, he had already seen no shortage of demons and evil spirits.
Huang Buyu, the Chuma Immortal; Li the Earth God, who occupied his post while accomplishing nothing; Lu Fengbei, the great demon who slaughtered a city; Lampwick Monk, who hid behind Tengjin's false guise; the Flying Zombie that had lain buried in a mountain stronghold for